Sarh closed her eyes for a moment and shivered as David's hand moved from her cheek to her breast. But she wasn't cold. Somewhere in her head a voice told her to sland up and slap him, but at least for the moment there was a countering mental response suggesting that that might not be the best of ideas. At the end of the days, it wasn't as if she hadn't been touched up before and in light of what David had just laid out as her life for the next year this was nothing. She couldn't help but react though when he pinched her. Her shoulders moved forward a touch as she very slightly curled in on herself and whimpered a little. And then came the instruction to strip. It wasn't much of a surprise really; he had hinted at it sufficiently during the course of the evening. Sarah turned her head and looked at Ever, meeting her gaze. They stared at each other for a few seconds, and Sarah could swear that she saw a slight move of Ever's head, a slight look in her eye which told her to do it.<br/><br/>She took a breath and exhaled slowly. Then started to turn a little in her chair towards Ever. As soon as she started to move she was aware of David's touch leaving her as he moved out of the way although not far at this moment. Ever had moved in a similar way, and the two of them were now facing each other, their knees almost touching. They both leaned in and each kissed the other; a soft gentle meeting of soft lips, a soft hold of contact for perhaps a second or two, Sarah with her eyes closed, her heart pounding hard in her chest. Noses pressed against each other. No movement of the mouths. No movement of the heads. Sarah's left hand had lifted and rested gently on Ever's lower right arm. And then the both pulled apart. Both took a breath.<br/><br/>When it was done Sarah turned to look at David knowing that that stupid smirk was going to be there and she wasn't disappointed. She watched him as he poured out the last of the scotch and then her eyes followed him from the table to the sofas. As she watched him 'suggest' that they move over with him, she felt herself shiver again and felt a knot of fear tighten in her stomach. But her stubborn streak kicked in even though she suspected shecwould regret it. She reached out her hand and picked up her refilled glass and slowly turned again in her chair, taking a sip as she did so. But she turned away from David. Turned her back to him and settled again against the back of the chair, sitting front on to the table, looking back down at the cards which had been left where they fell. She tried to stop her hand trembling as she lifted the glass again and remained in her seat.<br/><br/>