“Hey, honey.” He nudged her with his own foot. “Have you seen this prank that Olly Murs played on his Mrs?” tilted his phone towards her as he laughed. “It’s so funny.” “I have.” She pushed the phone away with a smirk. “And if you try that with me, it’ll just be you and your hand when I divorce you.”
He put his hand to his chest. “Oh, ow. Divorce? Really?”
“Yes, really. No one wants a surprise twiglet in their crisps.” She giggled, standing up.
“A twiglet? You know as well as I do that it’s more of a savaloy.” He slowly moved towards her.
couldn’t stop herself from letting out a full-on bellylaugh. “Oh so bright red and really angry looking?” She moved further away.
“Right! That’s it!” He chased after her as she ran through the house shrieking with laughter. He chased her all throughout the living room and the dining room, up the stairs and across the landing until they were finally in the bedroom. made a dash for the bed, her foot flying up onto the mattress to propel herself up onto it. lunged after her, tackling her onto the duvet.
“I’ve got you now!” He grabbed her wrists as he pressed his pelvis into her body.
“Not a chance!” She flipped him onto his side, his grip on her wrists pulling her on top of him.
They looked at each other for a while, breathless. His hands made their way to her hips.
She leaned over him. “Hi.”
“Hi.” He grinned back at her.
She lowered herself to kiss him, allowing his strong arms to support her. One kiss turned into two, into three, tongues caressing each other’s.
’s hands moved up her body, tugging at the material of her vest top. His hands slid upwards taking the fabric with them.
crossed her arms, taking charge of undressing herself. Leaning back on his elbows, watched, biting his lower lip. She pulled the shirt upwards and just as she was about to slip it over her shoulders a voice burst through the sensual silence.
“MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM!”