She's always been competitive but he drives her wild; sets her teeth on edge, her pulse racing. Exhilarating and irritating in equal measure.
She smiles at him across her jello, her bared teeth making it more a threat than a promise.
Maybe it is a promise. They've played this game so often she sometimes forgets where they are.
"You think you're right, huh?" he smirks. "Think you can take me?"
She leans forward, purrs, "I know I can," and thinks about adding, 'On this table. Right now.
'With orange-flavoured condoms.'
She wonders if he'd want her enough to risk it.