She had dreamt of this moment a million times. The damsel in distress, her, trapped in a high tower, rescued by a handsome knight in shining armour.
"Thank you, O Kind and Handsome Stranger, " she would gush at him, her saviour.
"My pleasure," he would reply in his sexy deep voice, and bend low to plant a kiss on her hand.
And then she would swoon from pleasure and he would catch her before she fell, carry her up in his arms and take her to his castle. He would sweep her off her feet and into a happily ever after-
Except -
"Thank you," he said, his voice low and deep. "You saved me."
Never did she think she would do the rescuing or that he would be the one in distress. Never did she imagine that she would actually like this scenario a lot more than the various others she thought up.
And never did she think she would be so frustrated from their lack of progress that she would pull him down to her lips herself.
Or that he would only comply.