You Move My Furniture
A/N: Just a fun little drabble (about Michael and Sara, no less!) inspired by THIS drabble by foxriver_lady. All you writers out there, I challenge you to write an innuendo-laden drabble. No actual sex. Go!
“Push,” she commanded.
“I am,” he responded, panting slightly.
“Harder,” she insisted. “But not too hard. Don’t want to ruin the upholstery.”
His eyes jerked to her face. “How would we ruin it?”
“If you push too hard, I won’t be able to control it. You’re bigger and stronger than me,” she said, looking at him from the opposite end of the sofa.
“I still don’t underst-“
“Michael, if you push too hard, I’ll go flying into the Christmas tree. Think about it, Mr. Engineer. Leverage. Trajectory.”
“Why did Santa have to bring you a new couch?” he asked grumblingly.
“Push,” she commanded.
“I am,” he responded, panting slightly.
“Harder,” she insisted. “But not too hard. Don’t want to ruin the upholstery.”
His eyes jerked to her face. “How would we ruin it?”
“If you push too hard, I won’t be able to control it. You’re bigger and stronger than me,” she said, looking at him from the opposite end of the sofa.
“I still don’t underst-“
“Michael, if you push too hard, I’ll go flying into the Christmas tree. Think about it, Mr. Engineer. Leverage. Trajectory.”
“Why did Santa have to bring you a new couch?” he asked grumblingly.