"Talk about dull," she murmured, resulting in a laugh from her side. She looked at him with a lopsided grin, "Let's do something then." Airports never had been the most fun places. She had joined them so she could get there on time, being that the next flight there that wasn't full was a the day of their game.
"Like what?" He questioned, leaning back into his seat.
"I don't know," she smirked, playing with his tie. He cocked his head as she fiddled with the soft material around his neck, "How much longer do we have anyway?"
"Shouldn't be much," he replied, with a look to his right, "Twenty minutes at the most, probably. And here I could be sleeping." He laughed at her slight pout.
"You can do that on the plane," she answered, "Because there's just so much more you can do there." Sarcasm dripped from her voice, as she pulled him towards her with his tie.
"Clever," he stated, looking down at her hand still gripping the tie.
"I try," she laughed, kissing him. After breaking away, she sighed, "They could at least give you something to do."
"How about giving me my tie and neck back?" He questioned. She shrugged.
"I'd rather not, if it's all the same to you," she responded, fingering it as she spoke, "I mean, it's just such a lovely tie, and the neck's not all that bad either." She left her sentence at that, smirk apparent once more.
"That so?" He played with her.
"Of course," she murmured, "I wouldn't take it if I didn't want it."
"Well, that's a nifty fact," he grinned, "But still, it's my property."
"What's your point, my dear sir?" She questioned with a thoughtful look splayed across her features.
"Considering that you won't let go of it," he started, "That would make you my property." She rose an eyebrow, watching as he took on her infamous smirk.
"That could go both ways, actually," she retorted, "See my hand's my property, which would make you my property."
"So you say," he responded.
"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked, eyeing him as he came closer to her, causing the tie in her hands to become limp.
"What do you think it means?" He countered.
"I don't know," she began, "if I did I wouldn't have asked."
"You might've," he replied. Their eyes were locked as they continued with their argument.
"Says who?" She playfully tugged on his tie, still conveniently gripped in her hand.
"Well, I suppose that'd be me," he commented, "Seeing how as I said it."
"No," she scowled along with her sarcastic words.
"Though," he started once again, "I'm afraid, knowing you, that you'll choke me with that." His gaze shifted to the tie momentarily before meeting hers again. Their eyes were both clouded with various emotions, making it impossible for the other to decide what they were going to say next.
"Really?" She smirked again, "Then it'd really be my property." She laughed, giving it another tug.
"You think so?" he questioned.
"Ah," she paused, "Yep."
"Well," he loosened it, taking it off and draping it on her neck. She let it go, it now being securely wrapped around her neck, the warmth from his sending slight shivers down her spine.
"Victory's mine, you know?" Her eyes were alight with her supposed victory. He laughed.
"So you think."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Don't ask me that again," he replied, lightly tugging the tie himself. She looked down, now noticing that rather than her hand gripping the tie it was his.
"No fair," she pouted, "You really could choke me."
"Like you couldn't?" he questioned.
"But your stronger than I am, hockey'll do that to you, not to mention yo-" He cut her off by pulling her closer and kissing her this time, "Now that was uncalled for." She laughed, as he shrugged.
"It was just so tempting," he replied, playfully.
"I know, that always happens to me," she laughed.
"Really? With who?" He shot her a look, grinning.
"Ah," she replied, "I don't kiss and tell."
"Unless you do it in front of everyone else," a sleepy voice from a chair across from them answered. She smirked her infamous smirk as he laughed.
"Tie?" He questioned, pulling her closer yet again.
"No," she responded, "It really is mine now." He shrugged, as the two kissed again. And as they did, the tie became nothing but a forgotten material, resting lightly in his hand and pulling slightly at her neck.
For me. Yes. :3 I told warned Kristine, I couldn't resist Mark with this one. I honestly could not get the picture of Eric being pulled around by his tie out of my head. That, in turn, developed into this…yeah. Fluff abounds!
Plot bunnies are taking over my mind at the worst possible time. Yes, I will be a lurker for this week, and I won't have time to write anything either. Sorry guys! I know I'm beginning to neglect my most beloved writings and reviewers! Bad me.
darkdestiny2000: Ah, yes, that though crossed my mind. (mostly because of Kenny Chesney and Sara Evans, yes…) Any particular guy? Thanks for the review!
Kliona: Yeah, I sort of figured as much. Thought passed my mind once. It doesn't offend me; my cousin has completely poisoned my brain. Though, I don't think I shall ever write it, stuff hinting at it, yes, but full out, no. :3 lol, I always crack up at their celebration. I don't know why, there's just this one part with Jimmy in the front and Janny looks like he's dancing with someone across the back. Yeah, leave it to me to notice weird things. Geeze, you really know how to start my rambling. Thanks for the review! Oh and [points at Carly] see. She said she was a huge Eric fan, too. :3 Granted I'm probably the only one who has written such fluffy stuff, but…oph, sorry, rambling…again.
Carly: Nice. :3 Thanks for the review!
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