In her mind......
She rose and walked slowly to the hall. He'd been watching her all evening as she worked. Every now and then she'd look up and catch his eyes on her. She'd found it difficult to focus on her work, thinking instead what they could be doing just down the hall....on the couch....on the floor....
She unbuttoned her sweater, slipped it from her shoulders, and caught it with the tips of her fingers. She looked over her shoulder, inviting him to follow, and then leisurely sauntered down the hallway.
In reality.....
He'd been watching her all evening. She rose and walked to the hallway, hoping he would follow. The button on her sweater, the one she'd been meaning to attach a little more firmly, popped. As she bent to retrieve the button, the sweater fell from her shoulders. She nearly tripped over it. Her new orthopedic shoes were still a bit slick. She snagged the collar of the sweater, stood up, and wriggled everything back into place. She looked over her shoulder, lifting her chin as she tried to find the right lens of her trifocals to bring him into focus.
As she turned to walk down the hallway, she heard him say "Dear, do you know that you've had a smear of ketchup on your chin all evening?"
LOL... that was cute, Buffy! Fantasy vs real life. Ah well, real life isn't so bad. I like it.
Hmmmm. Disappointed! Somehow, I thought you were going to get into a hot steamy lovemaking story here! :-((