fridge-o-mancer said: popcorn's ready
Avelyn sat curled up on the corner of the sofa, shrouded in a quilt covering all but her face and toes. Upon seeing the Jon enter the room, she grinned and wiggled her toes. “Horror, action, comedy, or romance?” At romance, her voice went up an octave or twelve, but she did her best to steady it and appear passive.
"Awe." Lyn leaned closer and pecked him on the cheek. "I was only teasing… But I’m not sure. I haven’t really been on a real date before."
Jon chuckled. “Well, I’m just going to have to fix that.” His eyes lit up a little. “I can see it now: bowling, crappy food at a cheap diner, movie. It’ll be good for our souls.” He kissed her lightly on the lips. One hand crept slowly down her back and groped her butt. “And then after….” His grin was wicked.
Giggling, Lyn leaned forward a bit more and nibbled Jon’s lower lip. “Who says we need a date?”
Jon’s grin stayed wicked as he kissed her. One hand slid under her panties ,squeezing one side of her butt. The other held her head as he kissed her as deeply as passionately as he could.
Avelyn responded to the kiss with fervor. She reached down and pulled at her panties, effectively sliding them down her thighs.