[He could bitch about the whole "expiration date" she's printed on her coupon, but honestly, the likelihood of him not pulling it out within a year? Slim. So whatever. Fine. He'll allow it. This time.

And no, this has nothing to do with her distracting him by sitting in his lap and kissing his neck while fulfilling that second part of his request. Nothing at all.

Okay, maybe a little.]

Hmm, passable first attempt.

["Passable," he says, like she didn't drag a soft, slightly broken-sounding noise unwillingly from his throat as he struggles not to squirm under her. Very unfair of her to pull this shit when she literally just said they weren't doing each other yet. Rude af.]

You know, your body out here is gonna be passed out the whole time you're in my game. Sure I can't talk you into a quickie before I fire it up?

[And if he just happens to lightly set his hands on her waist where he knows she likes it... Well. Wouldn't that be a coincidence? Look, he just needed a place to put them, and this happened to be the most convenient! Honest.

Also no, this doesn't count as the favor. Because he asked instead of telling her what he wanted. Crucial difference in semantics there.]