Drabble One

"Let's go see Black Swan," she suggests, batting her lashes in the most obvious way.

He smiles and rolls his eyes. "I am not going to see a stupid ballerina flick."

"Why not? Come on, it's supposed to be good!"

"No. Let's have sex instead," he says, bumping his hips up to hers.

She swats him. "Only if you go see Black Swan with me."

"Oh, so this is how it goes: blackmail for booty." He grins.

She laughs, and he laughs too. She leans in, strokes the back of her fingers up his rough cheek and lightly bites his lip. "Black Swan," she whispers.

His thumbs swirl circles on her smooth legs. She breathes. She kisses him once then flicks her tongue against his upper lip. 

They watch one another, only centimeters away as heat stirs. Simultaneously, they lean in and dab their lips against the other. She spies a crinkle on the sides of his eyes and feels his hands move lower. 

"Don't even," she warns playfully.

"Don't what?" he says just as playfully.

She unleashes her tongue on him. His hands stop as his lips and tongue dance perfectly with hers. 

She feels his hands move again, but it's too late. He grabs hold of her feet and tickles them as she thrashes on his lap in silent laughter. A "No!" escapes her barely breathing body as he continues to hold her down and tickle her relentlessly.

"No what?" he says, laughing along at his beautiful new bride.

"No Black Swan!" she relents.

"That's too bad because I really wanted to see it."