She bounced up to me, as I lay back on the bed, and I grabbed her and pulled her on top of me.
I could feel her warmth through her thin blouse and my t-shirt, and I lay with her nuzzled into my neck.
"What's precious to you?" she asked.
"You are, of course." I replied lovingly.
"Duh! Apart from me!" she tickled my stomach playfully.
"Uh," Shit, think of something decent. "How about you go first?"
"Fine, I will...! Being in love, that's precious to me," she kissed my neck gently, "Now it's your turn!"
Ah, fuck it...
"Pizza."
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Drabbles
Short StoryA fictional story that is exactly 100 words long. Oh Monty Python, you just keep giving.
