Take Two: Contest
by Karen and LB
© 2002
Lance was smiling because he won the staring contest. "Ha! I won! I get to be on top tonight."
"You got to be on top last time."
"Did not. You're always on top, Mr. Lead Singer."
"OH, short memory, Mr. Why Do They Call This A Love Seat? Oh, THAT's why."
"That doesn't count! There's no room on that thing."
"We made room, though, didn't we, babe."
"Oh yeah, we did. Barely, though. We're buying a bigger loveseat, dude."
"Can we test drive them all?"
"I never buy until I try."
"I'm partial to damask."
"Leather has that nice squishy feeling, you know."
"We may need to refurnish the entire house"
"You don't like my waterbed?"
"Okay, that we can keep. But maybe silk sheets?"
"Maybe? JC, consider them bought."
"You're so good to me, babe."
"I wouldn't want you to chafe."
'Awww, honey. But you're the one with the delicate skin."
"I am not delicate! You sound like my mother."
"I didn't say you were delicate. But this soft, fair skin..." JC runs one finger down Lance's neck into the collar of his shirt. "...deserves silk."
"That's different. Now you're talking. I'd sure like to see your baby smooth butt sliding around on some satin sheets."
"Can we go shopping RIGHT now?"
"I think they're having a sale. Oh, screw the sale!"
"The sale's not my type."
"Oh? What is your 'type'?"
"You know exactly what my type is."
"200 thread count?"
"More like 450, babe."
"Oh, you like your sheets...thick?"
"Smooth."
"No creases, huh?"
"Nope, but with nice, crisp edges."
"Pulled tight?
"Are we still talking about sheets?"
"We were talking about sheets?"
"What were we talking about?"
"I have no idea, but I think we need to get home. FAST."
"I think that's the best idea you've had all day."
"Thanks, C. But when we get home I get to be on top."