Tristan watched her slide off the bed. Her hips  making even the air around him sweat. She turned a walk to the living room into a marathon of movement and he ate it up.<br/><br/>He was so focused on her attributes he complete forgot why she'd gone. She might as well have been pole dancing. He was mashing the pillow that he was clutching.<br/><br/>Stretched out on the bed as she crawl, that was with a Capital C, Crawled towards him. He was barely breathing shallowly when she crossed her legs and started to shuffle the deck.<br/><br/>She looked so very serious that he actually paid some attention to what she was saying. When she tossed the jokers aside he cocked his head.  Then she said the number five and he needed clarification.<br/><br/>"Uhmmm..." He said and kissed her knee before continuing.<br/><br/>"Isn't it 13 cards each. The rest of the deck between us. First card on the pile turned over and if you don't have a card you have to say go fish?"