<div class="floatright">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Carterkilt_zpsfb43cb43.jpg)</div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169412.msg7988910#msg7988910">Quote from: Stella Maris on 02-04-2013, 17:27:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Sandra found herself rather abruptly a lot closer to Carter than she'd been just a moment earlier. She managed to not try to hang on, despite the suddenness of his shift in position, her arms slipping around his chest, instead, his erection now trapped between their bodies.<br/><br/>She took a brief moment to decide how she felt about their altered dynamic. Taking stock, she realized that him biting her lip didn't really do anything for her, but the little growl in his voice and the way he'd pulled her against him more than compensated. <br/><br/>Her eyes twinkled and she pressed her lips against his, kissing him soundly for a long moment before pulling away, finding herself more reluctant than she'd expected. <strong>"Sex in the bath really sucks,"</strong> she said, her voice gone a bit husky. <strong>"Let's get dry and go test our compatibility someplace a little less wet, yeah?"</strong><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Less wet? Well, that's a disappointment," Carter drawled as he leaned away so that Sandra could climb out of the bathtub. Then he rubbed his face hard with both hands to try and help him to focus. With a grunting effort, he made his watery muscles do their job and managed to haul his bare ass to the edge of the tub.<br/><br/>"Go me."<br/><br/>The heavy legs were an even bigger challenge, but he got both feet on the floor and leaned over to scoop up his discarded swim suit. Had it really only been a few hours since stepping into this episode of The Twilight Zone? Sloshing the fabric through the warm water to take the chill off, he drained the tub and slowly stood. He swayed alarmingly, but managed to stumbled for the door with the swimsuit pressed over his boner. Not that he really thought anyone in the house would give a fuck about it, but some part of him was still a gentleman.<br/><br/>Then he heard that the company rep was there and sighed dramatically. Once again, circumstance were taking away his chances of getting laid. Oh well, it wasn't like he wasn't used to the constant ache of unfulfillment anyway. Once he went and threw his kilt back on, he'd go see what was going on.