"What?" Matt yelled, reaching for the volume, turning Slayer's Angel of Death down.

"I said this is abominable. You know, really horribly icky?"

"Its better than whatever you had be listening to when we left."

"You mean to tell me you don't like any country? You're from the south for shits sake!" Matt stared at her, shaking his head, then burst out laughing, despite Melissa's seriousness. "You have to like something other than that metal, or grunge, or something?"

"No." He replied, trying not to laugh. "Everything else sucks. I mean, in those two genre's alone, you've got the classics like Metallica, and Slayer, which you just made me turn off by the way, not to mention…"

"Oh be quiet. I don't want to hear about music. Can't we just compromise and drive?"

"Not with the music you like. Its all crap. You wouldn't know good music if it bit you - "

"No. You just suck." She told him, childishly sticking her tongue out. Matt responded in kind, then pulled the car over to the side of the road, grinning at her. "Uh, Matt?"

"Uh-huh?" Matt slowly slid over from his seat to hers, unmindful of the car engine still running.

"What are you doing?" She was dimly aware of his hand slipping up her thigh under her skirt.

"Proving your point." She swallowed as his head dipped down, following the path of his hand, which was now rested against the upmost part of her thigh.

"Which was?" His tongue flicked out, laving a spot on her thigh.

"That I suck." With that, he slid his teeth into her thigh, very near where his hand was starting to stroke her gently through the thin fabric separating then, distracting her from the small pain of his fangs. The sucking sensation of his mouth taking her bloody slowly and carefully coupled with his massaging hand quickly brought waves of pleasure to her, and her desire was sated as Matt's was. Matt lifted his head, wiping his mouth, and returned to the drivers seat as if nothing had happened, as Melissa tried to regain her breath and composure. Matt just turned and smiled, then continued to drive to their appointed destination, happy with the brief interlude.