Popcorn and wine

It was the first weekend with no plans for months and they were going to take advantage of it. There was most of a season of their favorite show queued up and popcorn was ready.

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He pushed play and they settled back to watch. She picked up her glass of wine and taking a sip. “Ah…I am so ready to do nothing today with you.”

He nodded. “Me too. Food delivery and snuggling sound amazing.”

The credits had just been skipped when there was a knock on the door. She peeked out the window. “What are Fred and Jane doing here? We didn’t miss plans, did we?” she whispered.

There was more knocking. “Come on, you guys, we see the car in the driveway. We’re going to kidnap you for a wine tasting,” Fred’s voice said through the door.

“Fuck! I don’t want to go with them. I want to stay here,” he whispered to her.

She grinned, “Oh, that’s a perfect idea,” she whispered back. Quickly she took off her shirt and shorts, tossing them on the floor. “Give me your shirt.” She started messing up her hair while he unbuttoned his shirt.

Another knock on the door. “Just a second,” she called out. Taking his shirt, she made sure to button it cockeyed. She nodded at his hair. “Make yourself look…busy.”

She went to the door and opened it a crack. “Sorry, guys, we’re a little busy, right now…” she said with a grin. “You know…” she ducked her head like she was blushing.

Fred peered in through the crack to see Max coming up behind her. “Oh man. We’re sorry. You had just mentioned that it was a quiet weekend so we thought maybe you needed something to do. Obviously not,” he stammered.

Jane smacked his shoulder. “Would you stop talking so we can leave, let them get back to…it, and we can pretend this awkwardness never happened? I’m so sorry–enjoy your day!” She darted back towards the car, Fred trailing behind.

Max called out, “Let’s do it another weekend!” They closed the door and laughed so hard she slid down the wall.

“So, back to our previous spot?” she asked.

“Yes, but how about you just keep that on? I feel like we might need a break after a little binge-watching and you do look damn sexy like that.”

She picked up her wine glass and the popcorn. “Press play and keep the food and wine coming. Then we’ll see about taking a break.”

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