The dogs got more attention than Chris?  Nikki let loose a heartfelt cackle, yet her hand never stopped in its zig-zag pathway down Richard's firm abdomen.  Her touch was light but none too subtle, fingertips applying just a little more pressure as she neared the younger man's waistline.  There, she savored the feel of him; from his intricately worked midsection all the way to the first hint of his belt.  In spite of it, her gaze was temporarily withdrawn, fixed instead ahead to the front where she regarded her better half with glee.<br/><br/><em>"Maybe if you could make the kinds of cute faces that they can,"</em>she prodded, and then her devious smile flickered back to Richard.  What ensued was simultaneously confusing and encouraging.  Chris seemed so content to withdraw, engaging in small talk with the driver; as if he was purposefully ignoring her.  Or maybe the two of them?  Nikki couldn't know, nor could she be bothered to care.  In her thoroughly buzzed state, she need only feel Richard sitting next to her.  With a hand still draped across the far side of his abdomen, her thigh rocked gently into his touch.  Large eyes, guised in shadow, met his.<br/><br/><em>"We didn't plan this,"</em>she confessed to him with a throaty whisper.  It wasn't quite so intimate as their moment in the club had been, but she didn't expect Chris would overhear given the louder conversation going on up front.<br/><br/><em>"...But I think something's happening,"</em>she confessed with a sudden and giddy grin.  Without delay, Nikki leaned in, and once again she touched her mouth to Richard's.  This time she lingered, worrying not one bit about the fact that Chris was watching.  Unless the younger man pulled away, he'd soon feel her tongue frolic outward, playfully brushing his mouth as if to request entry.