<strong>Emi Jameson</strong><br/><br/>I pressed up against my love, arms wrapping around her as we kissed. She was so wonderful. Fun and beautiful and tolerant of my ornery tongue. I wouldn't trade her for the world. My arms slipped away when the kiss broke, but not without my hands doing a little squeezing. Just couldn't resist that. "Yeah, I know. Besides, a party of friends usually beats a party of strangers. Well, depending on the strangers." I looked her in the eyes and did an exaggerated wink.<br/><br/>My gaze followed her as she moved away. Mmmm. "The freezers slaved away over a hot stove all day to bring us that cuisine!" I grinned back. "Roger, can do. Even if it means I have to tie you up." Which, of course, was not how those things usually went.<br/><br/>The seconds ticked by, the waiting game. I gasped with mock surprise--well, mostly mock. I hadn't quite been expecting it--and wiggled myself comfortable in her lap. Always a nice spot to sit. I reached up behind me to run my fingers through Sandra's hair. "Be careful, or our guests will find us in a rather compromising situation." I giggled.