Chapter 18

Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "Mmm?"

"Well ... you're only sort of dressed for going out. The tennis shoes ... they don't go, y'know? And if we're going to one of those, uh, 'gothic' clubs, I, um, honey, I don't own anything black. The only black dress she ever let me wear was..." Her face darkened momentarily, and she looked out the window. "Was to my Grammy's funeral. And I ... um ... I burned it, afterward," she finished softly.

Gabriel smiled. "So what you're saying is, we need to go shopping?" He grinned. "Okay. We can go to one of the places Lissa liked."

She looked at him, a bit nervous. "O-oh? Um, like where?"

Gabriel shrugged. "Just a store that caters to goths. I think I'll like the clothes they have for you."

She twisted a bit of hair around her finger, tugging at the soft brown curl nervously. "Like what?"

Gabriel smiled. "Just ... clothes. But they'll look good on you. Corsets, miniskirts, that sort of thing..."

She frowned, looking away from him.

"What's wrong, honey?"

She gave a little shrug, still avoiding his eyes. "It's okay."

Gabriel frowned. "No, tell me, love. What is it?"

"Well ... I thought you liked ... you said I wasn't ... do you really think I need a corset?" she blurted, unable to keep the hurt out of her voice.

"Huh?" He blinked, confused, then laughed. "Need? Oh, hell no, love. You already look like you're wearing one. But if we put you in one ... well, trust me. It'll be nice. Really nice."

"But why, if you don't think I'm too big? I mean, they're for making you look smaller, right?"

"Sometimes. And sometimes they're for ... emphasizing ... what you already have. Look. You like the way I look in a regular shirt, right?" he asked.

She looked up at him, surprised. "Of course."

Gabriel grinned at her. "And how would you like it if I was wearing a shirt made out of the same material as the pants?"

She blushed. "I'd like it. But ... it wouldn't be changing you. It'd just be showing more of you."

Gabriel nodded. "And that's pretty much what the corset will be doing with you. It won't actually be changing your shape, not much. It'll just emphasize it." He grinned. "And unlike most women who wear corsets, you'll be able to breathe."

She looked at him skeptically. "That's not my experience with them. It hurt. I thought I was going to pass out before the shoot was over."

He raised his eyebrows. "Just how tight did they have it? What, were they trying to get you to a ten inch waist, or something?"

"Eighteen," she sighed.

Gabriel shook his head. "Idiots. I'll make you a bet."

"Mmm?" She sounded cautious.

"You let me buy you stuff, and you wear it, and when we're done you'll not only be more comfortable than you were on the shoot, you'll look better, too."

She snorted. "That wouldn't be hard. I was frying to death under the lights, and I looked like a two-dollar whore," she said, a touch of bitterness in her voice.

"You won't look like a whore." Gabriel's voice was firm. "I promise."

She shot him a grateful smile. "I don't know ... I did see some of Tandi's friends, you know..."

"Oh?" he asked.

"Um ... they weren't exactly modest. They ... dressed for attention," she said tactfully.

Gabriel grinned. "I never said it would be modest. I said you wouldn't look like a whore. Trust me?"

She looked at him seriously. "You know I do."

"Then don't worry. You'll look good, but not trashy," he said.

She thought about it for a moment. "I'm not worried, really. As long as you like the way I look ... well, that's what's important to me. If you wanted me to be thinner, I'd get that way. If you wanted me to dress slutty ... it wouldn't hurt me to do so. It's the idea of ... of not being what you actually want that bothers me."

"You're exactly what I want. I just want to show you off." He looked thoughtful for a moment. "You love your instruments, right?"

"Of course." She blushed. "I mean ... not like people or anything. I'm not that shallow. It's just that they've been my ... my escape. My pleasure."

Gabriel nodded. "And the Stradivarius, for example, is exactly what you want. So would you rather store it in a plain wooden cabinet, or in a display case with appropriate lighting to show it off?"

She answered without hesitation, "Wherever he'd be happiest."

Gabriel bit his lip, looking suddenly uncertain. "Do you ... not want to be shown off?"

"I don't mind, if it's what you want. And..." She hesitated for a moment. "And well, if you don't leave me alone. I wouldn't feel safe without you. But Gabriel ... do you honestly want people to look at me more? I kinda thought it would bother you."

Gabriel frowned. "Um ... sort of? It's ... well, knowing that you're mine and they can't have you..." He flushed in embarrassment.

Pandora smiled and reached across the wide leather seat to rub his thigh. "They can't," she said firmly. "I don't mind, I told you that. What you want..." Her hand gently ran up and down his thigh, and her voice grew husky. "What ever you want..."

Gabriel swerved, nearly running off the road. "God, Pandora. How the hell do you do that? There's no way I ought to be interested after the last twenty-four hours, but..."

She leaned closer, her fingers trailing up his inner thigh and over his suddenly hard cock. "Please? I want you ... there's a full seat in back, and the windows are dark."

Gabriel licked his lips. "Aren't you too sore?"

"Please?" She shuddered, nipples hardening visibly through the thin dress, and rubbed her legs together unconsciously. "I need you so much ... please, Gabriel, I'll do anything you want..."

"Love?" He pulled into a parking lot and stopped the truck. "Do you actually want this, or is it my aura again?"

Pandora fumbled desperately with her seat-belt and slid over to him as soon as it released her. "I don't care," she said, pressing against him. "It doesn't matter why I want it, I still want it."

Gabriel licked his lips. "Okay."

She gave him an angelic smile and started unbuttoning her dress, not caring if she was visible to passing cars or anyone else.

Gabriel lowered his head, sucking her nipple into his mouth as soon as it was uncovered and squeezing her other breast with his hand.

"Oooooh god yes! So good ... Beautiful..." She wrapped her arms around his head, holding him to her and arching her back. "I want you so much, need you, anything, anything!"

Gabriel pushed on her chest gently. "Lay down and spread your legs."

Pandora fell back, leaning against the door, obligingly spreading her legs wide. One high-heeled foot was propped on the dash, the other hung over the back seat. She reached down and ran two fingers along her dripping wet cunt, moaning. "Please, oh please..."

Gabriel leaned forward, licking at her clit. He gently slid one finger into her cunt, pressing carefully up and against her g-spot, and rubbed in circles. "Come for me," he said, before sucking her clit into his mouth.

She gave a strangled scream as she shoved up against his mouth, coming hard and suddenly, almost violently. She buried her hands in his hair, pulling hard, urging him up her body. He slid up, and she wrapped her legs around him, groaning in frustration when she realized there just wasn't room to accomplish her goal. "Oh god, please please..."

Gabriel pulled back. "Sit on my lap," he said, unbuttoning his pants and pulling his cock out.

She scrambled around, shoving her dress the rest of the way off as she crawled onto his lap, straddling him, reaching for his cock and pressing it up against her slick, open little cunt. He thrust up into her, hands on her hips, as he kissed her hard, his tongue wrestling with hers.

She screamed against him, her hot cunt squeezing him, and returned the kiss hungrily, teeth nipping at him, her fingernails digging into his shoulders even through the shirt. "Ohhhh fuck yes, yes, hard! Fuck me fuck me, oh harder please please!"

Gabriel shoved her down hard with his hands, forcing his cock into her as deeply as possible. "Come for me, love. Come!" His fingers tightened on her waist. "Coming!" he said.

She cried out sharply, throwing her head back and arching her back, her breasts thrust towards his face. "Oh YES!" She ground herself down on his cock, her cunt fluttering wildly around him, and he could feel the shock of her orgasm through the bond they shared, intensifying his own orgasm, pushing him further, higher.

He bent his neck and bit her nipple sharply, his tongue flicking over the tip, as he came inside her hard.

Her nails dug into the back of his neck as she held him to her. The sharp pain of the bite drew a hard shudder from her, making her come even harder before falling back against the dash, held up only by his hands on her hips, moaning in sated pleasure.

Gabriel leaned forward, licking at the drop of blood welling up where he bit her, and rested his head on her chest for a moment before straightening abruptly. "Oh, my god!"

Gabriel's horrified eyes met the amused gaze of the driver of an even larger truck who'd pulled along side ... and quite obviously stayed for the show. The man looked at Pandora's naked body with hot lust for another second, then gave a smiling thumbs-up and pulled away.

"Mmm?" Pandora asked, without opening her eyes.

"We just ... right here, where anyone could see." He swallowed. "And somebody was watching."

She sat up, hands going to cover her breasts, and turned bright red, her face a mask of horror. "What?"

Gabriel nodded jerkily. "He just drove off. Oh god ... what the hell happened? I just ... stopped thinking..."

"I ... I..." Her face was horrified, and she looked paler every second. "oh god," she whispered, burying her face in her hands for a moment. Then, in a spurt of panic, she scrambled off of him and grabbed frantically for her dress before diving over the seat into the back and huddling there practically in the floor.

Gabriel glanced around, quickly checking for cops, and crawled back with Pandora. "Love, it's okay." He reached for her, pulling her close. "Really, it's okay."

She wouldn't look at him, wouldn't raise her head at all, but he could see the tears, and feel the horrified embarrassment, the shame radiating from her.

"Love ... why are you so upset? We wanted each other so much we lost control ... that's not completely a bad thing. We just need to work on it so that it's 'almost lost control'." He stroked her hair. "Talk to me? Please?"

Pandora looked up at him, eyes glistening and cheeks wet. "I ... it wasn't 'we'. It was me. I asked for it, started it, and I ... I didn't even care where we were. You c ... could have told me half a dozen people were going to watch, and it wouldn't have mattered! Oh god ... I feel like such a slut..."

Gabriel shook his head, sharply. "It was we. I didn't care either. I'm not ... I don't know what happened. I just ... lost it." He looked down at her, and an absent smile appeared on his face. "Damn, it was good though. Wasn't it?"

She nodded, her eyes going back to the floor. "That's ... that's what's so scary."

"Why?" He stroked her hair. "Because it might happen again? I think ... in the future, we'll be able to control ourselves. It was just so ... so unexpected." He tilted his head slightly. "I wonder ... I felt you come. Could I have been feeling my aura affect you?"

"You might be able to control yourself, but I ... oh god. I meant it right then, when I said 'anything'. You ... you could have said you wanted to have me spread out on the hood and pass me around to the spectators when you were done and I ... I would have agreed, just to get what I wanted." She shuddered against him.

Gabriel looked puzzled. "What happened? Was I doing it again, or was it something else?"

"I ... don't know. I needed you. It'd been so long; I just needed you to touch me..."

Gabriel frowned. "That's ... that's not good. That sounds like ... like you're addicted to me."

She nodded fearfully, shivering against his chest. "I'm afraid of what I might do," she whispered.

"I ... I don't know how to fix it, either. I mean, it's only been a day..." He swallows. "The ... the obvious solution ... I can't."

"I don't want it fixed!" There was no doubting the strength of her assertion, but after making it, she looked back down, confused. "I just ... I'm scared."

"But ... what about school?" He stroked her hair, sighing. "I mean, it's only been a couple of hours..."

"I ... I don't care. I don't want to change a thing about how I feel about you. It's more important to me than anything."

Gabriel shook his head. "No, love. I can't be everything, not if you're going to be healthy. There has to be more than just me."

"I didn't say nothing else was important. Just that you were most important." She looked at him, confused, a touch hurt, and asked hesitantly, "Isn't ... isn't that what love is supposed to be?"

Gabriel nodded. "I misunderstood, then. I just ... I don't want you getting hurt. I couldn't stand it if I hurt you."

"You won't hurt me. I might hurt myself, but if so ... that's my fault, not yours."

"But if I love you, shouldn't I try to keep you from getting hurt? And if you can't go for more than a couple of hours without sex..." He looked troubled.

"Maybe it's not that bad. Maybe it's just because it's so new." She smiled at him shakily. "I mean, I am a teenager. And ... it's really, really good. If hormones weren't a powerful motivating force over brains, there wouldn't be so many teenagers getting pregnant. It just ... hit me hard. Maybe because I ... I love you so much, and the, um, metaphysical stuff just makes what's normal even worse."