That was fun!* she cried as she clapped her tiny little hands. Her long red fingernails clicked against each other as she bought her hands together, making a sound like a beetle scuttling across the ***** concrete floor. It echoed in the almost empty space.
Lets do it again! she whispered and the smile on her face eclipsed the gloom in the cavernous waste and the echo of her laugh rose to the high corners vibrating in the long forgotten cobwebs.
He lifted one eyebrow at her delight and the corner of his mouth twitched but he remained silent at her joy.
He turned away and after careful consideration, chose his most favourite piece of apparatus, and came around slowly as a strangled moan caressed his ears and the sight in front of him lit into his pupils, staining them red.
She draped herself over his back, her fingertips lightly caressing his chest, he turned his lips to tickle her earlobe and asked,
*Which finger, or toe, next my love? Or perhaps, I could give you, their heart?