Page 15 of Always Been You

"Have you ever seen her play ‘Last Word’?"

She nodded. "First person to repeat a phrase or not be able to come up with one loses."

"Yep."

"Ready?" Ethan asked.

"Horizontal mambo," she began.

"Screwing." He figured he'd start off easy.

"Jamming the clam."

"Knocking boots.” He went old school.

"Dipping the wick."

He started to point out that she'd already said that one but she beat him to the punch. "It didn't count we weren't playing yet!"

"Fine," he conceded. "Bedroom rodeo."

"Paddling up coochie creek."

"Slap and tickle."

"Parting the pink sea," she shot back.

His pants were beginning to get snug at her colorful phrases.

"Humping."

"Laying pipe."

"Sharpening the pencil."

"Doing the wild thing."

"Making love." His voice deepened, and he saw her eyes widen slightly.

Her breath caught. He could see that it affected her more than she wanted to reveal.

There was a wobble in her voice as she said, "Getting laid."

What started as fun and games took a turn as the energy between them grew dense with electricity. Knowing that it was time to go in for the kill, he leaned in closer, "Fucking."

A few seconds passed before she blinked and breathlessly stammered, "Um...ah...knocking boots."

He smiled. "I said that."

"No, you didn't."

"Yes, I did."

Her eyes narrowed. "Shit."

"You ready to go?"

"Fine." She sighed as she grabbed her purse.

---