Game?

Destiny's hands moving to his back and head make Chance relax all the more, one hand moving down to the side of her face as they kiss.

Feeling her foot slide on his leg, he at first thinks she might be going to tickle him again, but realizing she's not, he nudges her foot back a little, continuing the motion.

By now, his mind was starting to get just out of reach - Destiny's embrace... her kiss... they were tantalizingly sweet, seeming to put him almost in a trance, while somewhere there was something tugging at him, trying to pull him back to reality. But this was so warm... comfortable... different... totally insane.

Managing to speak, he murmurs, though his lips seem to have a mind of their own as they refuse to stay away from hers to form a complete sentence all at once.

"Are we... still.... playing... a game?"