Emily ran around the bedroom squealing. "Ian stop!" He was throwing pieces of popcorn at her, getting them stuck in her curly light brown hair.
It had been a rough couple of weeks for them, traveling too much, arguing more often. It had been nice to come back to the villa and curl up and watch one of her favorite movies, The Godfather Pt. II, which Ian had never seen.
Of course, halfway through the movie Ian had gotten "distracted" and started throwing popcorn pieces down her shirt, in her hair. Laughing at her while she picked popcorn kernels from her cleavage. She'd started throwing them back and it had turned into a full-fledged food fight. She'd started running and he'd followed suit chasing her around the bedroom, chucking handfuls of popcorn at her, making an absolute mess.
Nearing the bottom of the bowl, he went to go fling the rest of it at her.
She grabbed the nearest white piece of cloth she could find, a lace bra.
"OKAY! I give, you win!" She shrieked flinging the bra above her head as she ducked behind the bed.
Silence. She peeked her head above the bed, Ian was nowhere to be seen.
"I win, eh?" Said a thick Irish drawl in her ear. She jumped, but she couldn't go anywhere. She felt his arms wrap around her middle, hand sneaking up her shirt.
She felt his lips leave kisses on her neck, and she closed her eyes and let out a quiet moan.
"Ian, the movie—"
"Nope, I won. White flag remember? You surrendered…"
And she did, she let him lay her down next to the bed and they made love right there on the bedroom floor. She couldn't help but feel like if this was what waving the white flag meant, she understood the French's point of view…