Garfield and Rachel were at Perlman Center, one of the most well known malls in Jump City. Perlman Center was built in industrial style, housing over about two hundred stores and receives about fifteen million visitors annually.
Additionally, the mall contained five floors: all which had a plethora of clothing stores, a bowling alley, an ice-skating rink, sit-down restaurants, multiplex movie theaters, a fitness club, and a comedy club.
Currently, Garfield and Rachel were departing the movie theater.
"The Last Witch Hunter was absolutely amazing." Rachel asserts, slipping her hand into Garfield's.
"It was. A lil' action packed, supernatural, and adventure. Deserves the hype for sure. I know my girl likes her dark fantasy, so I'm glad to hear you're enjoying yourself."
Rachel tosses her empty juice container in the trash, but Garfield keeps his.
Garfield sucks on the straw, his breath making a vacuuming noise inside of the cup. Rachel glances at him cluelessly, her lips bending into a soft smile.
She questions lightly, "Aren't you finished with that?"
"Yuh-huh, I just like to keep cool, that's all. Y'know, the ice that's left behind?"
"You never want to finish anything, me included." Rachel throws in a joke.
Garfield lifts his right eyebrow, thrown a bit off guard from her comment.
His lips can't help but angle to into a small smirk.
"Gotchya."
"Hm?"
"Nothin'," he holds back a chuckle,"We said we were gonna go look for some clothes, you still down for that?"
"Yeah, sure. I don't really want to buy anything, just browse."
"Let's go."
The interior of most, if not all stores resembled the holiday seasons. String lights, red and green decorations, colorful ornaments, Christmas trees, and Santa booths were set up inside of the malls. Garfield and Rachel entered H , a retail store with fast fashions for people of all genders and ages. Numerous people hustled and bustled throughout the stores, as the holiday sales were highly available.
Garfield takes Rachel to the sneakers section, shows her around there. Rachel explains she isn't much of a sneaker head, but she'd wear sneakers occasionally. Garfield then roams to the cologne section, explores there a bit. Rachel smells a few colognes, and tells Garfield which ones she likes best—then Garfield considers buying one. Then, the pair wander into the area with graphic t-shirts, hoodies, and jeans.
They discover and discuss each other's fashion tastes. What they think would look good on each other, or what would look even better in comparison. Again, the college couple ended up buying another pair of matching hoodies.
Since they have been dating, Garfield and Rachel have bought at least seven pairs of matching hoodies to wear together.
They have gotten a couple of t-shirts, too, but matching hoodies were simply their signature.
Garfield accidentally gets himself caught in a loose hanger, Rachel drops her phone, they are surely dorks together, and laugh throughout their shopping adventure.
After a while, Rachel stumbles upon a number of dresses she would like to try on. Now, Rachel wasn't much of a dress person. Her style more consisted of tees, sweaters, jeans, skirts, and leggings. However, Rachel liked to venture a little past her norm, and wear a dress on occasion. So, she goes to the fitting room. Garfield waits patiently in the sitting area, which is a bench right at the entrance, before the fitting rooms.
"How does this look?" Rachel opens the door, showing off her dress.
The dress is dark, knot front-ruched, and has a bust slip. Two thin straps are a part of the dress, which gives the garment support. The dress fits Rachel's body, highlighting her figure fairly well. She spins around confidently at a steady pace, showing off her outfit.
"Fantastic, I can't believe you're not a fan of dresses. You look great in them." Garfield smiles softly, admiring his girlfriend.
"Thanks, Gar. I'm going to put on a red one next, I think you'll like it."
Rachel cutely shuffles back into the fitting room, but comes back out again.
"Gar, my zipper's stuck. Can you help me fix it?"
"Sure thing." he gets up from his seat, and attempts to fix the zipper.
"Dude, this thing is more stubborn than you are." the green teen wrestles with the zipper.
"Careful, don't break it. Come in." Rachel moves further into the room, and Garfield closes the door behind him.
After a couple of minutes of tugging, grunting, and pulling, Garfield eventually got the zipper back on track.
"Beautiful." he sighs unconsciously.
The word fades into a soft breath, then he gently moves Rachel's violet curls to the side.
He presses his strong lips onto her delicate, pale skin. Just one. One turns into two, two turns into five. He kisses a loving design on the nape of her neck. A fragile whimper leaves Rachel's lips. The sounds. He loved how his touch could extract something so pleasing to his senses.
He snakes his hand from behind her, curling it tenderly around her neck. Garfield softly lifts her neck up and to the right, so he could let his mouth engage with the patches of skin on her left neck. The slim straps drop a few inches below Rachel's shoulders, and she lets them.
It's strange, but what they both appear to want: Garfield is undressing Rachel, and the dress is undressing her, too. He swiftly catches her earlobe in between his teeth, he nips there. He drags his teeth across the surface of her flesh again. She wriggles, her breath becomes shallow.
Rachel is a sensitive woman, and Garfield loves it.
Every mass of nerves would respond to every loving bite, open-mouthed kiss, and warm breath he gave. Then, from the very dermis he stamped these loving gestures on, would the messages transfer to her brain. He was captivating his lover, and as a Biology major, Garfield agreed the science of it all was positively enthralling.
"You're mine, you understand?" he whispers.
He moves his hand up Rachel's throat, slips a finger right at the entrance of her pink, swelling lips, crawls his finger down the bottom lip: leaving her reddening mouth parted open.
"I'm yours, all yours, Gar. And you are mine, too."
"That's my good girl."
He interspersed rich, sincere pecks on her shoulder blades, past the acromion, a few ligaments, several tendons. He stops at the halfway point between her shoulder and elbow, then trails the path upwards.
Even in the several seconds of foreplay, Garfield has effortlessly put a dent in Rachel. Her breathing has turned into gasping, sweat is forming in her extra-genital areas; her neck, back, and hair.
"Rachel," he mumbles.
"Yes... Gar..." her syllables are barely there, they're shaky.
"Do you ever know what it's like to look at someone while you're having sex with them? I mean, to really look at them. When they're aroused and ready..."
He drops his available hand down to her dress, motioning it downwards. Soon enough, the bra is undone, too.
"Tell me, do you know?"
"I—I don't think so, Gar. I mean, half of the time when we have sex my eyes are closed." she chuckles playfully.
She yelps as he firmly takes her neck in his hand again.
Seemingly firm his hold is, but never in a way to hurt Rachel or make her feel uncomfortable. Just in the manner to show his dominance, and light a little more fire inside of her.
The dress falls to the floor, almost like perfect timing in a film.
Garfield says in a hushed tone, letting his breath play over her skin, "I'm going to show you."
His kisses slip, slip down her neck, up her neck, from the right shoulder blade to the left, past the shoulder blades, down and around her spine.
Those kisses, becoming heated but hasty, breathless, slow sizzling... if you will... possessive, a little clumsy, demonically passionate.
Oh, he's kissing, running out of skin to kiss, trying to somehow make up for where he thinks he hasn't kissed already, but he has. Her voice splits into a blend of a laugh of delight, and a hoarse beg.
She moans, her eyes flutter, she cards her right hand through her violet hair: that image overpowered Garfield.
"Bend over, all the way over," he growls heavily, and she obeys,"Right where you and I can both see your pretty face in that mirror." he aligns her body with reflection.
She places her hands against the wall, exactly like the time they had sex in the shower.
"This okay with you, right?" he consents.
"More than okay, and it's alright for you?" she asks in reply.
"Too good for me."
Garfield bent over, too, taking her well-fleshed ass into his hands, smacking it. Rachel winces desperately as his hand prints colors red on her skin. She teasingly wiggles herself, giggling.
He husks, taking her heat into his mouth.
He angles himself, stretches her privacy open with his index and middle fingers. He varies his motions, massaging her slit with his fingers. He knows Rachel's favored pattern, slow rhythms with increasing pressure, and a combination with a bit of surprise. Her body is tense. Every now and then, Rachel goes into the shell of being shy.
"You're all pent up. I've gotta make you release." he already eyes some pre-wetness, but proceeds.
He sweeps his tongue up, she shudders. He nibbles at her skin and secret lips, bruising may develop, if it is even possible to bruise there. Rachel groans, her face scrunches, her eyes close. She hopes to any god that the loud music and endless chatter of shoppers can drown out her high-octave moans.
People are probably walking a few feet from them doing the nasty, but Garfield doesn't care; he just wants to treat himself and his girl.
Rachel lets out another sensual wail.
"You need to see yourself, babygirl." he expands his tongue further.
Rachel snaps open her eyes, watching herself in the mirror. Garfield is right: her cheeks are stained in scarlet, her perfect, pink lips are numb from all of the kissing, her hair is swaying like a curtain, in any direction the activity wanted it to be, and her face is sexually strained.
"You've never done this... to me before—Ah!" she squeezes her thighs shut from the impact, but he shoves them back open.
"Eaten you out in front of a mirror?" he grunts, savoring more of Rachel.
"Y-Yeah, Gar—" she tries to keep her voice down, but it's as close to impossible.
He chuckles sinfully, "You like it, though. That's my girl, keep looking. This is what I have to see every time I fuck you. So hot."
Rachel holds down a noise with quivering lips, and her head leans back. She arches her back, her hands curl into fists, and Garfield knows she's feeling it.
"Fuck, yes, yes, keep doing that... atta boy." her monotone decorates the walls of the fitting room.
"You taste so damn good, Rachel." he huffs, wanting to bask in her warmth for another while.
Garfield rose to his feet.
He didn't finish Rachel on purpose. He undid his belt and pulled down his pants with his left hand, letting his pants fall below his knees.
Just as he was about to penetrate her, she stopped him.
"Hold on, lemme taste myself."
She faced him, meeting his eager, emerald eyes with a lustful, smoky purple contrast.
She kisses his lips for a short time, getting the taste of herself on her tongue.
Once she's satisfied, she turns around, and bends over once more.
She declares, "Alright, let's do this."
He grabs her left waist with his hand, placing the right on the small of her back. He sinks his length into her already wet depths.
He watches Rachel unfold and stretch, and he curses again. His phallus is warmed by her entrance, he watches himself go into her, and that dazed him entirely. He pulled her hair back, the ends of her dark violet hair running through and tickling his fingers. He fists his hand in her hair, tugging it lightly one more time. She inhales in a shocked manner, then laughs, and he does, too.
Garfield's thrusts were steady, practically lewd. Her damp, hot walls pulsed around him while he penetrated her from behind. The contractions around his length made another string of nonsensical groans leave his lips.
He didn't want them to get too loud.
Anytime Rachel's voice got too noisy, he put himself all the way inside her, held the bottom of her chin, and kissed her.
Rachel makes another low sound of pleasure. Her bottom lip is tight between her teeth, and the sweat forming on her palms make it hard for her to support herself against the wall. Her body bounces as her partner continues to pump.
"Faster, harder, deeper." Those three words are like a mantra from Rachel's mouth; she was the spell chanter, Garfield made the magic happen.
"Gar, I'm almost there."
The man's too swept up in desire to hear anything Rachel is saying, so she attempts to catch his attention again.
"Gar—"
"Just let me know when you're ready." he bumbles between moans.
It was right there.
Garfield's thrusts got rougher, his grunts got shorter, and his legs began to lock. Her begs got louder, her lips got darker, her body got hotter.
"Now. Now, Gar." she fights back the urge to orgasm.
"Look at us while you cum." he softly pushes her head to see the reflection.
Garfield draws another carnal noise from Rachel, and she drags another passionate phrase from him.
They finish within seconds, whimpers, grunts, gasps, and their names attached.
"Who's doing it like us, huh, Gar?" Rachel sighs, coming to a full stance.
"Nobody, nobody at all." they kissed again, tasting the salted popcorn and each other from the movies on each other's lips.
They laugh at the fact that they got so nasty in yet another public place.