Low: situated on the floor; a small extension upward, not high or tall

"I can't believe you talked me into this."

"Oh come on, you're doing great!"

"No, this is ridiculous."

"Light… did you shave?"

"Zack! Stop touching me there!"

"But I like the feel of it."

"Damn it…" she swore. "I mean it Zack… stop touching my leg."

"But the skin is so smooth," he insisted coolly, wincing slightly at the strain he was experiencing though.

"You're cheating," she hissed.

"But you cheated the last time we played Strip Poker!"

"I did not— oh for the love of Etro Zack. If I'm sore tomorrow, I'm blaming you."

"Fine fine… I'll touch that stupid spot." Strains of groans could be heard from him as he pushed and reached.

"Almost there…!" he hissed.

"Faster Zack… I don't know how much longer I can last."

"Hold it Light, I'm almost there….just a little more…"

"Oh Zack…"

"Got it!" Zack exclaimed, his fore finger pressed against the large red spot, jerking her slightly, and making her squeak.

"Damn it Zack," she grumbled breathlessly, quivering as she struggled to stay up.

"Wow… that was hard, but addictingly amazing… should we do a round two?"

"Void no! I'm never playing twister with you again!"

"Oh come on Light! Twister is a classic!"

"Not when it puts your butt in my face."

"Oh please Light, you know you like," he teased, grinning smugly. After all, being a soldier brought out the best of his body. He was probably one of the hottest people she'll ever know.

Lightning though wasn't too much in the mood for such teasing. Tangled up in a game and in very awkward positions, also very sore; hearing such a haughty tease made her twitch. "You're right, you know what else I'm going to enjoy? Having the bed to myself tonight."

Zack emitted a dramatic, sad groan. "Liiiight," he groaned.


yes, they really were playing twister, when they talked, it just came out dirty ;3