[Coffee stained shirt or a negligee, Gabriel would've gotten hot under the collar for either/or at this moment. Some logical, reasonable, somewhat sane part of his brain was telling him to stop right now before this got out of hand, but that part of his brain was a dimwit and shouldn't be listened to.
Now that they were getting somewhere, he moved one hand to settle underneath the tanktop in the dip in her spine, tracing fingers nimbly along the line of bone, stopping once he hit cloth again, trailed back down, and then repeated. His other hand was a little more occupied with her neck and shoulders, tracing lines and touching everything he could reach without touching anything too inappropriate- he was, after all, a gentleman when it came to sex. And he also knew that only amateurs started off with the Slot A, Tab B, OH MY GOD BOOBS bullshit. A pro knew all those weird little places to touch and just how to touch them. While his hands kept moving, his lips kept themselves busy with hers. The scratching and the clutching only made him kiss harder, rising up a bit and catching her by the waist to keep from bowling her over in the process. For a moment, it looked like he might start driving her down, so that he could be the one on top for awhile, but he merely arched his back and fell back against the armrest, comfortable with her straddling his lap, while he tracked down all the right buttons to hit.]
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Now that they were getting somewhere, he moved one hand to settle underneath the tanktop in the dip in her spine, tracing fingers nimbly along the line of bone, stopping once he hit cloth again, trailed back down, and then repeated. His other hand was a little more occupied with her neck and shoulders, tracing lines and touching everything he could reach without touching anything too inappropriate- he was, after all, a gentleman when it came to sex. And he also knew that only amateurs started off with the Slot A, Tab B, OH MY GOD BOOBS bullshit. A pro knew all those weird little places to touch and just how to touch them. While his hands kept moving, his lips kept themselves busy with hers. The scratching and the clutching only made him kiss harder, rising up a bit and catching her by the waist to keep from bowling her over in the process. For a moment, it looked like he might start driving her down, so that he could be the one on top for awhile, but he merely arched his back and fell back against the armrest, comfortable with her straddling his lap, while he tracked down all the right buttons to hit.]