Seduction 101.

Who: Gabe and Jules
Where: Mya's Diner & onto Jules' home
When: Around 8pm
Warning: NSFW

Another night of his mom working late and Gabe found himself in Mya's diner. It was better than cooking for himself, and far better than sitting at home alone. He'd been feeling off kilter all day, ignoring the irrational feelings that said someone was watching him. Even in his room with the curtains shut, he still felt it and he couldn't say why. It was a feeling that would pass, that was probably brought on by the odd weather outside rather than anything real. Until then, Gabe preferred the company of strangers.

Sitting in one of the window booths, he picked at his dinner while scanning the third chapter of his physics book. So long as he kept his grades up, it was harder to get on to him for his occasional outbursts. Discipline action was harder to take against a straight A student. Not that he was one, but he was getting there. Slowly.

Once she'd arrived back at her house from her walk home with Aiden, Jules realized that she had skipped lunch that day and wasn't in the mood to slave over the stove for an hour. She wanted nourishment now and decided to head down to the diner instead of ordering in. Might as well test out this company Lexus she thought to herself as she grabbed the keys off the hook by the door, her purse off the desk and headed out to the car.

The car was immaculate, hell if she didn't know better she'd say the thing had been driven straight from the factory to her driveway. She shook her head deciding not to dwell on the fact that her new boss had oodles of cash to just throw around. It didn't take her long to get to Mya's and when she walked in the door she noticed a familiar face sitting at a window booth.

"Gabe." she said with a grin, waltzing over to his booth and folding her arms across her chest. "Fancy seeing you here. How's your mom?"

A slow smile spread across Gabe's face as he looked up. He remembered Jules from a couple months before, introduced through the unfortunate circumstance of her grandmother's death. After almost two years of living with his mom, he was getting used to such awkward first meetings, even when it meant a good portion of his non-student friends he'd met over a dead body.

"Hey Jules," he said, "She's good, I think. Working late tonight. I was feeling lazy, plus Mya's a better cook than I am. How are you?" She was looking far better than the last time he'd seen her, but no one looked all that happy at a funeral. This time was drastically different and he had to stop himself from taking in too much of the view.

She smiled. "Mind if I sit?" she questioned, not waiting for an answer as she sat across from him at the booth. "I don't know how she does it, your mother. Every day staring at..." she stopped realizing that the boy was doing his best to finish his food. "Sorry, never mind. I'm actually doing pretty good, moved into town about a month ago permanently. So lucky you, you get to see me around town more often." she winked.

Gabe grinned; he wouldn't have denied her the seat, but she didn't give him the chance to agree before taking it. "I don't know either," he admitted. "I know it crept my dad out, just knowing that she did, but it's never bothered me. She's my mom." He shrugged. "So you decided to stay here?" he asked, raising a brow. "Why Marquette? I mean, it's not exactly an urban metropolis?"

She shrugged. "Got tired of the rush of Beverly Hills. Besides, Gran left her house to me. I wasn't about to just let it sit empty when I could be making it a killer bachelorette pad now could I?" She smirked then. When she'd first met Gabe, the situation wasn't exactly a happy one, but now that she really looked the boy over she realized just how decent looking he really was. She shoved the thought away. One, too young for you. Two, don't you have enough men running around Marquette with your perfume still fresh on their bodies? Three... screw you conscience she thought to herself. Who cared if she thought he was attractive. She could think it all she wanted. Didn't mean she'd act on it... right?

"Awesome," he chuckled, looking away only briefly to wave his hand towards a waitress. If she was going to join him, then he might as well flag down some food for her. Having come from a major city himself, he knew it was a drastic change she was making, but Jules seemed like the kind of girl that could pull it off. "I lived with my dad in New Jersey for a long time, so I kinda know that goes. Have you found a job yet, or are you just taking some time to settle in?"

She nodded. "Yup, just got a job with Derek Price. He need a personal assistant and I guess I struck his fancy." she told him. The waitress came over then and she squeezed in an order of fries and a grilled cheese sandwich and once the woman had scrawled it across the pad she carried and walked away, Jules continued on with her conversation. "What about you?" she questioned, reaching over and tapping his book. "How's school?"

"Nice," Gabe nodded. "School's going good. I'm ready for the weather to really turn so I can start skating. Training's already started, but it's not the same without real ice." Hockey was his thing, a sport he'd embraced at a young age. While he could always go to an inside rink or go with rollers, summer just seemed to drag on without real ice around. "Do you ice skate?" he asked, not sure if there was anywhere to do so out in Beverly Hills, even in the winter. Surely they had inside rinks, but if it wasn't as big a sport, then he didn't know if anyone did it for fun.

She nodded. "I do just about every sport." she said, pointing at herself. "Despite this gorgeous exterior, inside my chest beats the heart of a tomboy." That was pure fact. If it involved moving around outdoors, she'd done it. Many Christmas holiday's in Marquette had given her the real satisfaction of an outdoor lake frozen over and ready to be skated across. Sure the 90210 had indoor rinks, but it wasn't the same as being out in the cool air, snow falling against your face. She smiled at the thought.

"We'll have to go sometime, once it gets cold enough," Gabe smiled, then realized just what he'd done. Well, it wasn't like she wasn't good looking. He'd already noticed that much. So what if she was a few years older than him; she was still hot. Besides, she might not take it like that. "I'd never take you for a tomboy," he admitted. "So do you actually play hockey, or just skate?" It was a rather rough sport at times, but then he'd known girls to play, even if Jules hadn't struck him as the type at first glance.

She raised an eyebrow at his statement about skating, unsure of how the boy had meant for her to take it. She shrugged it off for the moment, and went to answer his other question. "Hockey, duh. I bet I could take you even if you do have about a foot of height on me." she told him. Take you... straight to my bedroom. She shook her head at the thought, brushing it away, or trying to at least.

Gabe smirked, his tongue pressing against one of his incisors. "No way in hell," he laughed. "Though maybe, if I feel like I should go gentle on you. Wouldn't want to hurt that 'gorgeous exterior'." Okay. Down, boy. If he didn't shut up, this could possibly end up awkward, and she'd already ordered food. Gabe nabbed one of his fries in the brief pause, trying to find words to follow up with such a statement. Instead he proceeded to keep on the same track, despite his better judgment. "So, are you one of those girls that plays with the boys then?"

"You could say that..." she said, pausing slightly. She didn't give him a chance to analyze the comment though, instead she pressed on. "Girls aren't as rough, I like it rough." Shit. Word things dirty much? The waitress came back then, setting her order in front of her. She smiled sweetly up at her and snagged a fry.

Innuendo like that was hard to ignore and Gabe's expression betrayed that, not only did he get it, he didn't have an issue with it. He knew he should, God did he know it, but she was really too hot for him to be bothered. Besides, it probably didn't mean anything. She could just be toying with him. "Do you now?" he grinned, then laughed softly. "Just hockey, or all sports?"

She ate a few more fries and nodded. "All sports. I'm just like one of the boys... well... except for the obvious differences." she laughed a bit. He didn't seem bothered by her lack of thought before opening her mouth. Maybe he was more interested than she would have thought. He was still in high school, she knew that much, probably not much older than Eben, if at all. Not like it mattered 16 was consenting age in this state. She brushed that thought away too and looked up from her plate at him, her piercing blue eyes catching his. "I hate for boys to go easy on me just because I'm a girl. I can hold my own."

For Gabe, life had slowed down when he'd moved to Marquette. Living in Jersey, he'd spent a fair amount of time in New York and his age had never stopped him from getting in the door. It also hadn't stopped him from doing anything else, most of which came to a screeching halt the moment he moved in with his mother. The night clubs were gone, but getting beer came just as easy, and while the girls were different, some things stayed the same. Get out of the gutter, Gabe... "The differences only matter off the ice," he told her, eyes holding her own. "Plus, it's only good when you can go all out."

"Oh, I can go all out." she told him. "On the ice or off." She was playing with him, both for his benefit and perhaps just to see how far the boy was willing to let her take him. She took a few bites of her sandwich and then ate a few fries, salt sticking to her fingers. Ah, to see how interested he is... she thought to herself as she dipped her finger into her mouth, her full lips pressing around it as she licked the salt away. She watched him closely for his reaction.

Shit. His eyes were locked on her mouth, where her finger disappeared between her lips. The mental images that followed weren't appropriate for a well-lit diner, nor for a girl-- no, woman-- he hardly knew. Gabe found himself taking a deep breath, the exhale a bit more shaky than he preferred. He might not know her, but he'd certainly like to. "You're kidding," he finally said, drawing attention to the pink elephant in the corner in a way that it could easily be misinterpreted if she so desired. "And even if you weren't..." Did he have any objections? No. He was just so thrown off his game that he couldn't do anything but laugh and shake his head with a smirk.

Interested. Definitely interested. she thought to herself. She was having fun toying with the boy, and judging by his short sentences, his brain wasn't functioning as well as normal. She slowly shifted her foot, removing her sandal under the table and ran her toes against his blue-jeaned leg. "I never kid about something like that..." she told him, biting her lip softly.

She was certainly right; his brain was only half functioning and his libido currently had more control than logic should dictate. The light touch against his leg drew his entire focus, and though Gabe believed that he was usually smooth, at the moment he knew he was lacking considerably. He licked his lips, his eyes moving from her where her teeth dug into her own, then back up to her eyes. "Good to know," he said softly, frustrated by more than his un-witty reply. "Are you game then?" he asked. He wasn't entirely sure if he'd just propositioned her or asked her to go play hockey, though perhaps it was the vagueness that allowed such a question at all.

She smirked at him, her lips curling slightly at the corner, upturning with a devilish grin. Her eyebrow arched as she looked at him, her eyes never flickering from their position holding his. Her toes slid upwards farther, finally moving her foot to rest at the edge of the booth beneath him, between his slightly parted knees. "Are you?" she questioned.

"That's not fair," he said, his laugh a breath of air and a grin. "That's avoiding the question. Would I ask if I wasn't?" The movement of her foot had not gone unnoticed, the proximity between it and his crotch a slight worry if she was only teasing. Of course, she'd probably hold her ground if she was, saving him the embarrassment. She had to be teasing him. Things like this didn't just happen, certainly not in Marquette, not unless they'd both been drinking. Last he checked, they'd both been sober.

She moved her foot again, this time brushing it lightly across his zipper and downward. "I think you know my answer..." she replied, her voice coming out barely above a whisper but never doubting his ability to understand what she'd said. Sure he was young. But who cared honestly? It's not like it mattered who she slept with or didn't sleep with for that matter. Besides, she could show this boy the best night of his life if he was really serious about what they'd been insinuating.

His eyes shut at he gasped softly, only to open a second later, immediately finding hers again. This was insane. Completely and totally insane, yet he shut his physics book without even a second thought. When was the last time he'd been this lucky? Not since he was back in Jersey, that was for damn sure. As much as he wanted to remain calm, he also felt the urge to pull her across the table right that second. "I think you know mine," he whispered, his smile half embarrassed as his hand pressed against the top of her foot. "This seems highly inappropriate for a diner booth though. People might notice."

She smirked at him. His touch against her foot sending a wave of goosebumps up her calf. "Perhaps you're right..." she agreed, pulling her foot away and returning it to her shoe. She took another bite of her food and pulled out some cash from her wallet, placing it on the table. She stood then, turning to the door and walking towards it, her hips swaying with each step. She knew he'd follow. She wasn't exactly new to this game, but each conquest seemed to be all the more interesting. Besides, her bed would be awfully cold if she was alone in it. She reached the Lexus and unlocked it, leaning against the passenger side and waiting for the boy to emerge from the diner.

As Gabe watched her walk away from the table, he could do nothing but stare at her ass, immediately missing it the moment she was gone. What was he waiting for? He went straight into action, dumping his books in his bag and throwing some money on the table as well. The waitress might be earning a hefty tip, but she'd earned it for keeping away when she needed to. Sliding out of the booth, he pulled out his phone, foot tapping nervously as he waited through each ring before leaving a message for his mom. He didn't know when he'd be home, but he wasn't answering any time in the near future. "That's your car?" he asked as he stepped outside, his eyes only able to break from her form for the vehicle beside her.

She nodded. "Company vehicle. You do know how to drive right? I mean you are at least old enough to do that?" she teased tossing him the keys and pulling the passenger side door and climbing in without another word.

"Do you think age would stop me if I wasn't?" he asked, catching the keys and sliding into the driver's seat. The first time he'd slid behind the wheel he was fourteen, far younger than the legal age limit. Even then, he'd been able to appreciate a nice set of wheels, and even if this one didn't suit him, it sure knew how to handle. "You're gonna have to give me directions," he told her.

She did just that, giving him the quickest route to her house. As he pulled out onto the road, she shifted in her seat, turning to face him. Her right hand moved to his knee while the fingertips of her left playfully ran along the nape of his neck. She slid her hand farther up his thigh, getting dangerously close to his crotch with each centimeter. She leaned over to him then, her lips barely a whisper from his ear. "Have you ever been with an older woman?" she questioned, the words flowing sweetly from her lips.

Remembering her directions would have been impossible if he didn't know Marquette as well as he did, and even then, driving was far more difficult than normal. As soon as he pulled out onto the road, her hands were on him, drastically dropping his ability to concentrate on the road. Lucky for him, nothing was too far off in Marquette. "No," he answered honestly, breathlessly, turning to look at her at the first red light. He wanted to reach out and touch her, a feat far easier if he wasn't behind the wheel of a car.

"Well, you're in for quite an experience..." she whispered, catching his bottom lip in her teeth and tugging it lightly, her eyes fixed on his the entire time. She released him after a few seconds, the light having turned green by now, and decided to stop torturing him... at least until the were no longer in the car. She pulled herself away from his body, sitting correctly in the seat again as they made their way in the direction of her home.

"I'm counting on it," he said, smiling. Nothing about this was like anything he'd had, most of all her confidence and dominance. Every girl he'd ever dated or been with had been uncertain, had needed coaxing of some sort, at least at first. And while it wasn't a long list, it was enough for him to know this was going to be far better than anything he'd ever had. For one, she sure knew what she was doing. Pulling up to her house, Gabe turned off the car then stepped out, leaving his bag in the back, along with his cell phone.

She hopped out of the car too, grabbing her purse and closing the door behind her. "Do I need to set up an alibi for you?" she questioned as she made her way towards him. "I can always call and claim to be some classmates mother... After all, I don't plan to be done with you for hours..." she smirked, her finger looping through his belt loop and tugging him with her as she made her way up the porch steps.

He didn't like the idea of her being anyone's mother and was glad this was something he'd already taken care of. "I already called and left a message. Told her I'm staying with a friend," he said moving in towards her as she stepped towards the door. "She's working late. She won't think anything of it." He'd done it before, legitimately, so he didn't expect it to be a problem. Even if it was, she was worth the consequences. "Lucky I'm young then," he teased, his hands sliding around her waist. "I hear older guys have a problem with that." Hours, he was sure he could handle.

She smirked as she unlocked the door and pushed it open. She lead him inside, shutting the door and walking past the grand piano over to the desk to put down her purse and keys. She returned to him, reaching upward to wrap her arms around his neck, her petite 5'3" frame contrasting with his 6 foot body. Her fingernails brushed through his hair lightly. "Do you find me attractive?" she questioned, her eyes flicking upward to look at him through thick lashes.

"Fuck, yes," he answered, taking her in his arms as she returned to him. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't." It seemed like an odd question to him when he was so obviously attracted to her, it hadn't even crossed his mind that she'd doubt it. Some guys, he supposed, would sleep with any girl they could get, but Gabe had standards. Leaning down, he brushed a kiss across her lips, his hands sliding up beneath the back of her shirt. "You're gorgeous," he said. "I hope you know that."

She smiled at that. She knew she wasn't bad looking, hell she used that fact to her advantage many times, but she'd never get tired of hearing it. She slid her body away from his, stepping backward and crossing her arms in front of her as her fingertips found their way to the hem of her shirt. "How badly do you want me?"

"How badly?" he smirked, toeing off his shoes before flowing after her. "Enough that I'd have found a way to do this in the diner, if you weren't willing to leave." He stalked forward, pulling off his own shirt in the process, far more interested in getting to hers. "Enough that I'll let you tell me what to do, just so I can have you."

She bit her bottom lip at the sight of his body. For a high school kid, he was definitely well built. She pulled her shirt up over her head, flicking her sandals across the floor and taking another step backwards. She held up a finger and waved it at him. "Nuh uh. Not so fast Mr." she said to him, her eyes peering into his, holding his attention. "You can look, but you can't touch, not just yet..."

It was probably a poor choice on his part, giving her such control, but Gabe had no doubts about where this was going, so it didn't matter near as much. He could enjoy her game, even if it drove him insane in the process. "But it's so much more fun if I can touch," he told her, coming closer as he unbuttoned his jeans. Still, he obeyed the rules, tempting as it might be to break them. He had more willpower than that, at least so far.

She bit her bottom lip again, turning away from him now, her hands at her own buttons as she took a few more steps away from him. She undid the button and slid the zipper of her capris down her hands moving to the waist line and sliding them slowly down her hips, leaning forward purposely as she did so. As she slid the fabric, downward he was given a full view of her ass, her red lace thong accentuating her tan. All those times nude in the tanning bed had definitely paid off especially coupled with the Hispanic part of her nationality. It wasn't long before she discarded the capris and slid up slowly into a standing position, her back still to him. Jules glanced over her shoulder, in order to eye the boy and study his expression. "Do you like what you see?" she asked, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth once more.

When she turned away, Gabe unzipped his pants, dropping them to the floor. It left him in a pair of navy cotton boxers, though it was her selection of undergarments that held his attention. Willpower, be damned; he wanted to touch her. Gabe moved closer, his hands hovering above her skin as he leaned over her. When she looked over her shoulder, he was there, just behind her, and he smiled as he answered. "Yes," he said, leaning in for a kiss, hoping to catch her lip between his teeth. She seemed so insistent on worrying on it that he'd rather do the job for her. "Can I touch yet?" he asked. "Can I have you from behind?" He'd never been so forward with a woman, but now seemed a better time than any.

She was surprised to see him there when she looked over her shoulder, but she let him capture her lip, letting out a light whimper at the feel of his teeth against her. Once he'd released her she nodded lightly. "Yes, you can touch me now..." she breathed, turning and letting her fingertips trail across his chest and down to the waistline of his boxers, running her fingers lightly just under the elastic. "You can have me anyway you want me..."

Gabe wasn't sure what he'd done to get so lucky, but he wasn't going to pass up the chance to take advantage of it. His hands grasped her hips, pulling her forward against his own as his mouth dropped to her neck. Their pace seemed maddeningly slow to him, even while the whole thing was far too fast, and he couldn't quite decide what was right in this situation. Most girls wanted a bedroom, a soft couch, or at least a little foreplay. Instead, they were practically nude in her entry hall, shadows from the porch casting dark across the floor, chopping up their discarded clothing. Gabe hooked his thumbs around her thong at the hips as his teeth scraped her collar bone. "Here?" he asked, blue eyes glancing up at her. "Where's some place you haven't done it?"

"Where do you want to take me?" she questioned, her fingertips trailing up his chest before squeezing his shoulders softly then swirling up to his neck, her fingernails lightly trailing across his skin. "I haven't done it in my kitchen... or the bathroom... or on my stairs..." she told him, her eyes staying fixated on his as she spoke, the words soft, barely above a whisper.

"You really should christen the stairs," he chuckled, his hands sliding back to squeeze her ass. "Or the kitchen table." Really, Gabe would be happy with any option available, though if she was willing to play, then why not? Taking a step forward, his knee slid between her legs as he pressed her back up against the wall. "Shower can wait till it's needed."

She drew in a deep breath as his hands cupped her ass and when his knee slid between her thighs, she couldn't hold back the whimpering moan that seeped from her lips. A heat shiver went through her body, all the nerves in her being sparking at the closeness of his knee to the most intimate part of her. "This could take a while..." she breathed out, her hands traveling back down his chest and then away from his body all together as she stepped back from him. Her hands moved to the waistband of her thong and she hooked her thumbs through it, slowly sliding it downward just enough to show off a bit more of her tanned body. She was still teasing, liking the way his eyes poured over her.

"Good thing I've got nowhere else to be," he said, impressed that he could even form full sentences at this point. Gabe continued to step towards her, continued to close the distance between them as she kept up the teasing. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her any more than he could hide his arousal, his boxers doing such a poor job at this point that he might as well be rid of them. Gabe pushed them down, the slightest bit self conscious as he kicked them aside. "These are in the way," he said, hooking his finger under the band of her thong and drawing them down.

She eyed him, her line of vision drifting downward slightly as he removed his last article of clothing. She cocked an eyebrow a bit surprised that he'd been hiding that under his clothing all this time. She fought back the urge to throw him against the wall. Jules shivered slightly as he moved the thin fabric down her hips, turning away from him to finish the job herself. Bending over like before, she slid them down her legs and flung the garment over her shoulder at the boy. Her hands moved behind her back, unhooking her bra and slowly sliding it down her shoulders, holding it out to her side and letting it fall to the ground. She crossed her arms across her chest, her fingertips grasping her shoulders and looked over her shoulder at him. "Guess you're going to have a lot of bragging to do with your boys at school won't you?" she teased.

Gabe groaned softly, biting his lip at the image she presented and wondering why the hell he hadn't jumped her by now. It seemed like a battle of wills, who would give in to temptation first, though from his point of view she was winning in spades. He couldn't keep letting her go, and now that there was nothing between them, he didn't intend to. Pressing his body against her, his arms wrapped around her waist, one hand sliding low on her belly, the other rising to cup a breast. His heart refused to control itself and a flush of heat moved through him as her back pressed against his chest. "Maybe," he whispered, his words growing breathless. "Or maybe I won't kiss and tell. Would it bother you if I did?" he asked, his fingers sliding down between her legs. If he was going to have this much trouble talking, then, damn it, so should she.

She gasped a bit as his fingers touched her, her body instinctively arcing, a small space forming between the small of her back and his body. She moved back against him and slid one hand to his hip, her nails digging into the skin there. Her other quickly found it's way to the back of his head, grabbing a handful of his hair in her fist. "Would which... bother me?" she breathed out. "Bragging... or keeping me your dirty little secret?" The boy was getting his revenge for all of her teasing but at this point she didn't mind in the least.

"Bragging," he answered, his head lolling to the side as she pulled his hair. His lips brushed her neck, followed by a grazing of his teeth. His fingers quested deeper between her legs and his breath caught as he whispered in her ear. "They'd never believe me," Gabe said. While his friends might know he was good, he wasn't this good, and he knew he'd never have a chance if Jules hadn't been so willing herself.

She tilted her head away from him, giving him ample room to assault her neck with the flurry of bites and kisses. "Brag all you want..." she whispered. "Maybe I'll be nice and take a picture... give you proof that you at least were with me." She moved the hand at his hip, placing it atop the hand between her legs, slowly moving it away from her and spinning around to face him. She arced an eyebrow up at him, her hands scrawling up his chest, coming to rest at his shoulders. "Where do you want me?"

"If I get a picture... I don't plan on sharing," he said, the closest he'd come to admitting that this would likely stay between them. Gabe didn't plan on sharing it with anyone, though if the opportunity presented itself, he might speak up. He could never say exactly what he might do later, especially considering something like this. "Honestly?" he asked, distracted by her proximity, but made a point to look around. The floor was wood and the kitchen was likely tiled, making the floor a bit too uncomfortable for his liking. The stairs would probably leave one or both of them bruised, unless they handled it right. "The couch?" he said, then laughed softly as he kissed her. "That seems too vanilla."

She smiled against his lips. "My bedroom has a mirror above the bed..." she told him, her eyes blazing despite their cool color. "If you're into that sort of thing..." her hands traveled around his body, firmly gripping his back side. She leaned her lips in close to his ear. "I think your ass will look amazing in it..."

Gabe groaned, his arms tightening around her. "Ceiling mirror trumps all," he told her, his hands sliding up to her face, fingers pushing back into her hair. He kissed her deeply this time, for the first time since he'd met her, not releasing her till his own lips were red and swollen. "Come on," he said, taking her hand and pulling her towards the bedroom... at least, he assumed the bedroom was upstairs.

She took a deep breath once his lips had moved from hers. Damn. Her brain couldn't coordinate a sentence to describe that kiss. She blinked a few times but let him lead her up the stairs. Once they reached the landing she pulled him down the hallway, opening her bedroom door and dragging him inside. She didn't bother closing the door behind them, instead concentrated on moving her hands and lips across his body. Her fingertips trailed across his chest while her lips moved to his collar bone, pressing soft kisses into the firm flesh. Her tongue moving out from between her lips every so often only to graze across his skin.

Suddenly they were moving at a pace Gabe recognized, and he followed her to the bed in an effort to keep up. Her hands were everywhere, silken fire across his skin that left goosebumps in her wake, and her tongue only left him wanting more. Kisses no longer came softly, his hands becoming greedy as he guided her towards the bed. One glance up and her promise was confirmed, a mirror allowing them to enjoy the view from more angles than one. "I want you now." he told her, his mouth dropping down to suck at a nipple, to bite lightly then tease. He didn't want to wait any longer, not when he knew they could go again later. She'd been killing him for long enough already.

"Top or bottom?" she questioned, pulling his hair as his lips tugged at her nipple. Her head lolling back and her long dark hair falling loose against her back. He was young, yes... but the boy seemed to know what he was doing, his tongue moving expertly against her. She wanted to feel his tongue against more parts of her body... feel more parts of his body against her body.

"Top," Gabe told her, "at least to start." He planned on this lasting long enough to enjoy the mirror from a number of positions, and even if that ended, he could always go again. His self confidence was endless. "You got a rubber?" he asked, eyes meeting hers for just a moment. He hated the question, but it had to be said. Then again, if she didn't... he wasn't all that sure he could stop.

"Sexy thing like you should be prepared..." she told him, sitting on the bed and sliding herself backwards against the pillows. She eyed his body, trailing her gaze downward as she spoke to him. "Lucky you, I'm a very prepared woman." she said, pointing to the nightstand. "Top drawer, gorgeous."

"I don't normally pick up women in local diners," he told her, not at all ashamed that he wasn't carrying protection when his objective had been dinner and physics homework. What he needed was right where she'd stated, and he took one in hand before climbing onto the bed. "You're an exception," he said, hand sliding up her leg, then under her knee, enough to pull her legs open. "Too perfect to pass up."

She let him pry her legs apart, looking down at him as he spoke. She tugged her bottom lip into her mouth again, the image of his face, a nearly perfect mixture of the strong features of manhood and the soft contours of a boy. "Perfect?" she asked him. She'd been called a lot of things, but perfect had never been one of them. She toyed with the word in her head. He must be crazy she thought to herself, but she didn't let the thought show across her face.

It was an extreme compliment, but Gabe wasn't entirely in his right mind, the rest of the world shutting down so that he could focus entirely on her. If she hadn't asked the question, he wouldn't have even realized he'd said it, and it took a moment of thought-- a moment he used to slide the condom on-- to give her an answer. "Right time, right place, right woman?" he said, hoping that made more sense. "You're gorgeous," he said, sliding up between her legs, hands braced on either side of her. "Don't question that."

Her eyes flickered up to his, the light from the hallway catching them and flicking an illuminating glow across the blue pools. She ran her tongue across her teeth as he moved closer to her, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. "I'm glad you think so..." she told him. Sure she didn't think she was bad looking, decent on most days. And sure, men responded well to her, especially when she flaunted herself. But Jules never really thought she was someone that was 'gorgeous' in any form of the word. Him saying she was and the truth that seemed to glimmer in his eyes caused a blush to rise in her cheeks.

He hadn't thought her capable of blushing, not if nothing else had done so thus far. It was an appealing change, even if short-lived, and Gabe only wished he could see it better in the darkness. "We talk too much," he told her with a grin that quickly became a soft moan as he positioned himself against her. Scooting closer, his body joined hers, one hand at her hip, the other braced against the bed. Words couldn't capture the moment, so he didn't even try. His body began to move with hers, a slow rhythm that was bound to build, just as soon as he could regain an ounce of the control he'd thought he'd had a grip on.

As he penetrated her, her head jerked back against the pillows and her hips pushed upward against his. Her back arching up off the bed and her hands moving to the blankets, fistfuls of the material latched in her fingers. "Fuck..." she breathed out. Her insides stretched to give way to his intruding appendage. Once he picked a tempo, she rolled her hips towards him to meet with each thrust. Her legs wrapping around his waist, tugging him ever closer to her body, wanting to feel him as deep as humanly possible.

With her legs wrapped around him, Gabe moved closer, thrusting deeper as he found a rhythm. She felt incredible, her body warm and soft, growing hotter against his own. He looked down at her and licked his lips, then up at the ceiling, wondering at her view. For the moment, it did nothing to capture his attention, for he was the current focus. Instead, he watched her face, the rapture in her eyes, proud that he'd achieved that, that he could urge a woman towards total loss of control.

Moans and gasps and rushed breaths escaped her lips. Her fingertips moving from the blanket to his shoulders, urging his body down closer to hers. She moved her hands down his back, her nails digging into his skin as she let her eyes move to the mirror. His ass clenched with each thrust and she was mesmerized by the movement. She drug her nails up his back, leaving red marks against his skin. Her lips moved to his ear, sucking on his earlobe then pulling away enough to whisper to him. "I was right... your ass does look amazing..."

Gabe laughed softly, but kept going, now aware that he was giving her a view she enjoyed. Each scrape of her nails made the hair on his neck raise, her mouth on his ear effectively tightening his nipples. Every thrust brought him higher, closer, a little more wrapped up in a wave of pleasure that never seemed to stop. It took a good while before he had to change things up, wanting it to last as long as possible. "Wanna ride me, baby?" he asked, tugging her bottom lip with his teeth. He wanted the chance to enjoy the mirror as well, plus see what she could do when put on top.

She smirked and let her legs fall away from his waist, only to prove her the strength she held in her compact form by shoving him onto his back, never separating their bodies. Her hips ground against his, rolling back and forth, side to side and in circles. All smooth, calculated and tantalizingly slow movements. She leaned forward, kissing him hard, her tongue dueling with his. After a moment she pulled away and flicked her head backwards, sending her dark, wavy hair flying over her shoulder. "You like that?" she questioned, looking down at him, her fingernails trailing across his chest.

While he'd never had a woman seduce him before, Gabe was fairly certain that that's what this was, and he was in no position to complain. He'd never had so good a lay and he kept wondering at what point he might wake up from a very vivid wet dream. It was real, though, as her nails continued to remind him; a touch of pain to prove he was awake. "Fuck, yeah," he answered, his hands sliding over her chest, cupping her breasts. His eyes drifted up to the mirror, to the picture she presented, an image right out of a porno. There was only one thing he could think that would make it better, and his hand slid down, thumb pressing against her core. Gabe bit his lip as he watched her reaction.

Oh fuck. Her body jerked forward, all but collapsing against the boy. Her fingernails dug into his chest as she struggled to keep up her pace, her body shuddering with each movement of his thumb against her. "Fuck... I'm... fuck... you're gonna make... me..." she stammered. Her hips rocked hard into his hand, her back arching and her lips curling into a 'o' shape as she let out a loud moan. "Gabe..." she groaned. She was getting closer, he was pushing her closer with each movement he made. Her body threatened to crash at any moment and send her falling over that ledge. She looked down at him and caught his eyes. "Pull my hair..." she urged. She had been serious when she told him at the diner that she liked it rough.

It was what he'd hoped for and so much more. The moment she lost control, he allowed himself to do so as well, pounding up into her with no intention to stop until he came. The hand on her hip tightened it's grip, the other never moving from between her legs, even when she fell forward against him. Her request wasn't something he'd have done on his own, but it triggered the memory of her words from before. He pulled her hair, tugging her down for a rough kiss that was mostly teeth and tongue. The kiss was only broken to bite at her neck and he watched the mirror above as he slapped her ass. It was a view he'd never forget, that was for damn sure.

The hand in her hair yanking her towards his mouth coaxed a yelp from her lips as her lips crashed against his. The urgency in his kiss excited her all the more and the unexpected bite against her neck earned him his name called out again, dripping from her lips like honey. "Gabe..." she groaned. It was then that he slapped her ass, the small flicker of unexpected pain sent her over the edge, her body jerking against. his. "I'm..." she tried to speak, but her words caught in the back of her throat and the only sounds that emerged were screams.

He knew where she was, even while words failed her. Her screams and shudders more than conveyed the message. Gabe couldn't listen, his body teetering on the edge, so very close with her body tightening around his. He rolled her over without request, gaining the leverage he needed to be there with her. She was still coming when he reached climax, her name a quiet whimper on his tongue. Though she won the award for loudest in bed, he wasn't sure who'd come harder, as it left him almost dizzy, his body a screaming ball of nerves that never seemed to still. Eventually, he could hear his own heartbeat again, sense the self that remained. Only then did he open his eyes, looking to hers from above.

She was surprised when he flipped her on her back again, but her still jerking body welcomed his pressed against hers. She felt him tense inside of her, his body quivering from above. Her heart pounded in her chest and she squeezed her eyes shut, letting them flutter open a moment later only to find his looking back at her. "We'll have to see each other more often..." she told him, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer to her, her teeth latching onto his bottom lip and tugging it.

Gabe laughed softly, his mouth moving against hers as best it could when she'd stolen his lip. "I think I could handle that," he said, thinking nothing of it. Somehow he'd gone out for dinner and found himself a friend with benefits. Or perhaps fuck-buddy was a better term. It hardly mattered to him at the moment, his body still swimming in the afterglow. He'd figure it out later, when he actually decided to take a step back an examine his actions. For now, there were better things to do.

"So... did you enjoy dessert?" she questioned, a smirk passing on her lips as she let her head fall back against the pillow. Her eyes held his, even in the semi-darkness they were bright and piercing.

"I did," Gabe said, folding his hands under his chin as he rested himself against her chest. A mischievous smile turned his lips, his eyes holding hers, light dancing within. "Can I have some more?"

She smiled, her perfect white teeth displayed against her full lips. "I think that could be arranged." she told him. "How about that view? Was yours as good as mine?" she asked, her eyes flicking upward towards the mirror above them for a moment.

"From my point of view? Better," Gabe grinned. "But then, I don't have the appreciation for my ass that you might," he continued on, teasing. Shifting off of her, Gabe moved to lay on his side, head propped up on his hand. "Please tell me you put that up yourself when you moved in," he said, glancing up.

She laughed and nodded. "Well I didn't personally put it up, but if you're asking if my grandmother had it there before me, no. I don't think my grandmother had one dirty bone in her body." she shook her head. "And the bed isn't hers either. Couldn't bring myself to sleep in the same one ya know." She shrugged. "Don't you have school in the morning?" she questioned, quickly moving the subject away from her deceased grandmother. "You're going to have a lot of explaining to do when you end up sleeping in physics." she smirked. "I'm such a bad influence, but you know..." she said, rolling over on her side to face him. "You're more than welcome to hang around for a while, only if you promise that there is no awkward 'what the hell did I do that for' look shot in my direction in the morning."

"It's not all that late," he reminded her. "So long as I get a few hours sleep, I'll be fine." And if he slept, his teachers could deal with it. He had better things to do than study for physics and sleep... like getting laid. "No weird looks in the morning: check," he agreed, perfectly certain that wouldn't be a problem. "Just as long as I make it to school in the morning. My alibi won't hold if they peg me for being truant."

She nodded. "If you wake me in time, I'll drive you to school in the morning." she told him. She reached out, taking his chin in her hand and pulled him towards her. Her lips parted against his, giving him a deep, slow kiss. She moved away a bit and smiled. "I'm in desperate need of a shower..." she told him. "Care to join me?"

A kiss like that forced his body to stir, even while it wasn't quite ready to make good on the offer. Given a bit more time, though, he'd be good to go. Gabe pretended to think about it, as if the question really needed to be considered. "Hmm... I think I could go for that," he grinned, sitting up in bed and ready to follow. Who wouldn't follow a beautiful woman into the shower? Once again, he gave into an offer he couldn't refuse.