"Yeah, tell him to stop moping and come join the group," Sean agreed, calling after Rachel.<br/><br/>He couldn't help but wonder whether the three other housemates had all conspired to get him and Beth alone together, especially when Beth climbed up onto the table and perched on the edge, right where he was about to take his shot.  He watched her swing her legs, and his nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, narrowing his eyes at the blond Brit.   This was like the boathouse all over again; the sexual tension was simply overwhelming, and he didn't know how much longer he could hold out.  The only reason he had demurred then--the<em>only</em>reason--was that he had wanted to bond with all three members of the group instead of just hooking up with Annabeth.<br/><br/>But if Mikkel was going to sulk in his room, Sean was left with little choice.<br/><br/><em>Game on, little lady,</em>he thought to himself.<br/><br/>He ambled forward, cue in hand, until he pushed himself against the table, between Beth's legs.  He stood directly in front of her, well within the boundaries of her personal space, even within easy kissing distance, should she be so inclined.  "You're on," he said, "although I think this shot is going to be particularly tricky."  His grin was so close she could almost taste it if she but stuck out her tongue.  Wrapping his arms around her waist in what was essentially an embrace, he took aim at the white cue ball, leaning forward to rest his chin on her shoulder to see what he was doing.<br/><br/>Needless to say, his shot went wide of its mark, but he found that he didn't mind.  "Your turn," he murmured in Beth's ear.