All boys wanted virtuous. At least, that was what Emma thought. Just look at her favorite quarterback, for example. She knew exactly how much he enjoyed... extracurricular activities. Yet, he'd gone and tied himself down to some girl that was, apparently, trying out for prude of the year. Boys always fell for the virgin. She was the girl they had fun with until they found their virgin.
She grinned up at him as they made their way over to the swings. In her eyes, this was the perfect way to spend a day and her mood had already improved drastically since she had made the post that brought him here.
"Let's do," she agreed quietly.
Before planting her bottom in the seat, she took hold of the swing and threw it high into the air so that it would wrap once around the top. Not missing mad it obviously that she'd clearly done that exact same thing a few times in her life. When she caught it again, it was the perfect height.
"Okay," she grinned, as she turned to sit in the swing. "Did you bring that stethoscope with you?" she questioned, her grin turning a little devious as she waited for him to push her.