"Maybe?" Emma repeated. She lifted the blanket a little higher and looked down at herself. The playful lilt of Ari's words made it clear she was playing at something and Emma was willing to play along. "I don't see anything wrong." Emma looked back up as she lowered the blanket again.
"Good." Emma smiled back. She really didn't relish the idea of Ari getting sick on her bed. That would not be a suitable end to the evening nor would it help her fantasy if it came to that either.
Emma pouted playfully at batted her eyelashes at Ari. "Are you making fun of me?" She made her bottom lip quiver but the sadness never reached her eyes.
"Zhat sounds nice. Though, I am not one who dances without it being a little more zhan zhat," Emma said with a provocative tone in her voice and she smirked at Ari.
"Zee bed? Did I say you could 'ave it?" she quipped. Feeling her hand on her tummy, Emma moaned softly. With all her fantasizing and touching earlier, let along Ari's unexpected visit, everything was heightened.