"Can't you just sit still?"

"Pardon?" Diane looks up from her phone, unaware of moving at all until her husband glances pointedly at her swinging foot, one red-soled black pump dangling precariously from her nylon-clad toes.

Rolling her eyes, she bends over to fix her shoe, then re-crosses her legs in the opposite direction, tugging absently at the hem of her skirt as she watches Kurt vigorously backspacing at his computer across from her.

"Problem?" she asks, setting her phone down on his desk.

"Yes, you're distracting me," he growls, abandoning his keyboard to flip though his notes.

"I'm just sitting here. How am I…" she begins, her voice trailing off as Kurt's eyes fly from his work and snap onto hers. After a second, he deliberately drops his eyes from her face to slide down her body, pausing the neckline at her silky blouse, then proceeding leisurely down to the long expanse of thigh and shapely calf exposed by her skirt, and ending up at her rebellious shoe, which has once again become separated from her heel to dangle from the tip of her toes.

A smile spreads slowly across her face. Knowingly, she shifts in her seat, wiggling her toes to allow her shoe to fall to the floor, exposing her bright red pedicure. "I'm sorry dear, I'll try to be less…distracting."

"Hrmph," he replies, eyes flicking once again to her legs, before returning to his work.

She chuckles to herself, then shakes her head and stands. Retrieving her shoe, she proceeds to the door, knowing he'll be more fun later if she gives him time to finish up his work. A quick glance over her shoulder when she reaches the door confirms he's watching. "Don't be too long," she suggests, letting the screen door bang closed behind her.