"Oh, so you don't think I'd be able to pot that blue then do you?" Shelagh smirked at her husband who stood sheepishly on the opposite side of the pool table.
"Darling, you must be half the height of me, I honestly don't think you'd be able to reach it, let alone pot it! I think even Sister Evangelina would struggle!"
"Patrick! Don't talk about the Sisters like that" But she couldn't keep the amused grin off her face at the thought of Sister Evangelina playing pool cloaked in her habit. "And anyway, I thought you only let me play with you because you thought I couldn't beat you?"
"Well I thought I could use my incredible handsome charms on you to distract you..." He came round the table and held her gently round the waist from behind.
"Patrick..." She giggled breathlessly "We're in public" But her body still tingled all over as it always did when he held her close. Surely she should allow herself some affection in public now they were away from the prying and gossiping eyes of Poplar? The room in which they stood was quiet, and tucked away from the main arcade. Despite wanting to stay in his arms, her competitive side was beginning to show, so she gently pushed him aside and set up again for her next go.
One fluid movement of the arm later, and she leapt up in joy as she watched the blue ball sink into the left-hand side corner pocket. In the celebration she whipped round and soundly peaked her husband on her the cheek.
"Your turn now I believe dearest" Her eyes twinkled in delight as she watched him fluster and take the cue from her grasp.