theme: Twister
The spinner whirled.
Left foot, yellow.
Bending his knees, he directed his foot outwards (following the spinner's instructions).
She flicked the plastic arrow.
Right hand, red.
They both became increasingly anxious as their bodies intertwined further. The two pressed against each other, feeling the opposite partner's warmth against their flesh.
He spun again.
Right hand, yellow.
Rigby eased his hand over to a yellow dot. He froze; sensing Eileen's steady breathing on his chest. Each exhale made each strand of fur pop up, creating a prickly sensation just below his neck.
Eileen shakily reached for the spinner.
Right hand, blue.
Their legs already tangled, Eileen gradually slid her palm over and-
She collapsed on top of Rigby, causing them both to fall down on the mat.
Mordecai and Margaret, both seated on the couch, erupted with applause.
"Great game, you guys," Mordecai said, leaning forward.
"But we'll mop the floor with you."