She frowned. "That's too far away. I can't make it. You grab it."
Keagan climbed down the bed to the edge, and leaned over to nab the remote. His butt was sort of in the air and facing her.
Rae snickered behind him, not bothering to look away whatsoever. In fact, she reached for the minibar bottle of vodka on the endtable and began to finish it with slow sips, her face screwing up a little. "Nice view. I vote we keep this channel on."
"But the TV isn't on?" Keagan said stupidly
She giggled, coughing down the last bit of booze, and then reached up with one leg to softly tap his rear with her bare toes. "I meant your ass, dummy. You stuck it in my face."
"Your face is no where near my ass."
"Thankfully," she replied, giggling harder. Why was this so funny? Probably because "face" and "ass" were being put into the same sentence. "I'm not into that."
Keagan moved so he was laying back on the bed next to her and handed her the remote. "For you, m'lady"
She took it from him and pointedly slung one leg over his, making him her personal foot rest. "Just like that you're gonna give it up? Psssh, I thought you were a class act." She began channel surfing again, hoping no more porn would pop up.
"Insert joke here about giving it up and being easy." Keagan grinned at her then flopped back on the bed and yaaaaaaaaaaawned.
Rae smirked. "You realize I'm putting the porn on as soon as you go to bed." She wouldn't. She was just curious to see what he'd say. She looked down at him with an arched pierced brow.
"If I wake up in some weird position I'll assume it was you and that I had fun." His eyes were already closed.
She grunted, gnawing hungrily on a hangnail. "Nah, I'll just get my vibrator out." She was absolutely joking now, and unable to keep from laughing.
Keagan's head turned slowly to look at her with one eye cracked open. "Mean."
"MEAN? ME?" she asked, her voice squeaking with a bit of drunken incredulity? She laughed. "You're the one talking in nasty awesome double entendres all grrrr and stripping down to nothing and talking in classical Greek, you jerkface. Youuuu are the mean one, you big fuckin' tease."
"Ahh but my flirting is psychological. That would be physical." Keagan razzed her again and scratched his tummy. "I could go back to talking in Greek again. Or maybe Roman Latin? Parlez-vous français? Sprechen Sie Deutsch?
"I cannot be held responsible for my actions if you dare," she said, before hiccuping and clicking through a few more channels. She glanced down at him, biting her lip in a wicked grin.
"αερόστρωμνα μου είναι γεμάτη από χέλια" Keagan grinned evily up at her. "Θα θέλατε να οδηγήσετε Πήγασος μου?"
Rae had absolutely no idea what all of that meant -- she just knew it sounded amazingly hot -- but, surprised that Keagan had called her bluff, she suited up and promptly twisted toward him. "Warned you," she breathed, and then bent over him to kiss him firmly on the mouth, a little sloppily, grinning into the liplock as her hair fell over both their faces.