Just a little vignette... that I hoped would happen, but never did.. My muse came to me between Atlanta and Dublin, Ireland at 38,000 feet to give me this one...
a wee bit different than my normal fare. A fella gets shat on by lady luck and pulls his head out. Twice. More philosophical than I've ever done before.
Mark smirked, looking her up and down. "Well, we'll have to make sure it's a night you never forget." His hand crept higher, fingertips grazing the side of her breast. Lily gasped softly, heart racing. Suddenly, Jake her brother was there, pulling Mark away. "Easy buddy," he warned. "Let's not rush things." Mark held up his hands in surrender. "Just having some fun, man." Lily blushed, embarrassed by her brother's intervention. But as the night wore on and more drinks were consumed.