Room 222, Tuesday Evening
"I win again!" Karla tossed down her cards to show the winning hand and then began toting up the scores on the paper. Not that much math was required, considering most of Warren's scores for the round were in single-digits and several of Karla's had three. "I get to claim another forfeit!"
Karla was having a grand time. She was still fully dressed, even after six rounds of cradle--she hadn't even lost her shoes yet. Warren's clothing, on the other hand, were in a messy pile next to her; he was down to his boxers and a charming smile.
...Well, his boxers anyway.
Warren wasn't all that fond of cradle. But he had promised to play if she agreed to this vacation, dammit, and it wasn't like this game wasn't leading somewhere much more enjoyable for the both of them anyway. Karla felt no remorse about making him spend a few hours over the cradle board.
"I'll give you a choice," she said, grinning at him. "You can either lose your boxers--" thus ending the game "--or you can give me one of those very good, toe-curling, Karla-dipping kisses you do so well." Which also stood a chance of ending the game.
[For one at least at first, please! Post now open to anyone Karla would call in a panic over Warren.]
Karla was having a grand time. She was still fully dressed, even after six rounds of cradle--she hadn't even lost her shoes yet. Warren's clothing, on the other hand, were in a messy pile next to her; he was down to his boxers and a charming smile.
...Well, his boxers anyway.
Warren wasn't all that fond of cradle. But he had promised to play if she agreed to this vacation, dammit, and it wasn't like this game wasn't leading somewhere much more enjoyable for the both of them anyway. Karla felt no remorse about making him spend a few hours over the cradle board.
"I'll give you a choice," she said, grinning at him. "You can either lose your boxers--" thus ending the game "--or you can give me one of those very good, toe-curling, Karla-dipping kisses you do so well." Which also stood a chance of ending the game.
[For one at least at first, please! Post now open to anyone Karla would call in a panic over Warren.]