"Oh c'mon, Bri, live a little!" Sally cried, flinging herself down on his bed. He stared at her from his desk.
"I am living, Sally!" he objected, turning back to his typewriter.
"Hardly!" she scoffed, rolling over onto her stomach. Resting her chin on her crossed forearms, she continued to watch him. "You never want to go anywhere, all you ever do is work on that book. How are you supposed to write about life if you never live it?"
Brian turned around in his chair to look at her again, resting his hand along the topside of the back of the chair. He opened his mouth to object again, but found no words would come; Sally did have a point. The only thing he could think of to say was, "How am I ever supposed to finish my book if I'm always being distracted?"
Sally pushed herself up from the bed and crossed the room to where Brian sat, and eased herself gently down onto his lap, straddling his waist. She gazed up into his eyes pleadingly, batting her long lashes, and tilting her head slightly to one side cutely. She ran her fingertips along his lips slowly and begged in a soft, tiny voice, just above a whisper - the way she always did when she wanted something - "Please? It'll only be one night...please, Bri?" She poured on every bit of sultry silkiness to her voice she could muster.
Brian found he could never say no to Sally whenever she pulled the puppydog-eyes-cutesy act on him. He shook his head, smiling and trying not to laugh. "Alright, Sally. Just this once."
Sally quickly silenced Brian from coming up with any last second stipulations with a kiss. When she felt quite certain he'd be raising no further objections, she finally pulled back and looked up at him playfully; her eyes twinkling as she giggled almost shyly in that way that only she could that drove Brian absolutely wild.
"You're really something, you know that?" he said as he watched her fondly, unable to tear his eyes away.
"They don't call me strange and extraordinary for nothing, darling..."