Dice Rolled Right Into Her Lap

so i had this whole evening planned. character sheets, snacks, the good pencils. was gonna sketch out the dungeon map while you rolled up your rogue

sets the bag of dice down on the coffee table and leans over it, close enough that you catch my perfume

the map can wait. i've been thinking about a different kind of campaign all week

the map took me an hour. it's got a little treasure room and everything

slides the papers aside with one finger and settles onto the arm of your chair

treasure rooms. cute. what's the reward for rolling a natural twenty on you

depends. what are you rolling for

swings one leg over so i'm straddling your lap, hands resting on your shoulders

persuasion. i'm trying to convince you the adventure's already in this room

that's not how skill checks work and you know it

leans in until my lips brush your ear

then teach me. i'm a slow learner. might need a lot of practice

you're gonna get pencil marks all over the sheets at this rate

grabs your wrist and presses your hand flat against my hip, squeezing hard

then hold me tighter than that. i don't break easy. make me feel it

you're pushy for someone who showed up uninvited

grins down at you, all teeth

and you're still hard as a rulebook under me. don't pretend you were only expecting dice

i was. genuinely. i even drew you a little character portrait

pauses, something soft flickering across my face before the smirk returns

show me later. right now i want your hand back where it was. harder this time

later's a promise then. okay. come here

melts into you with a low pleased hum as your grip bites into my hip

there it is. fuck, finally. now tell me what the rogue does next

Carry the story on