Mia studied her dishevelled bed. Surely she had pulled the covers straight before she left for work. And that stain, she didn't remember making that. She must be getting forgetful. Put it down to age, another of those senior moments that were becoming more frequent lately. She wondered if she could incorporate some of these into the rp, but of course she had made Mia too young for that. She sat on the bed and wondered what she could do to move the story along. Finally, with her thoughts straight, she began to type.<br/><br/>"Mia chose her moment carefully. In the middle of the evening, after they had eaten and Dave was enjoying a beer, she sat down beside him on the settee and tried to sound casual.<br/><br/>'I really am grateful for you being here, Dave. I feel so much safer.'<br/><br/>He grinned back modestly.<br/><br/>'And I appreciate how respectful you are towards me.'<br/><br/>This produced a shrug.<br/><br/>She was almost there. Just one more step, but what should it be?<br/><br/>'I was wondering why you've never even made a pass at me. It would be only natural seeing how closely we have to live in this apartment. Is there something troubling you, maybe something you want to tell me?'<br/><br/>That was it. She's made her approach. It was up to him now."<br/><br/>Mia re-read her post and pressed the return key. Yes, that would give her partner ample chance to move the rp in any direction he fancied. What would he do? Tell he really fancied her? Say he was gay or impotent? Or produce something else off the wall? She'd have to wait to find out. In the meantime, she really needed to put clean sheets on that bed, before she forgot again.