WHEN IS A DUCK A DUCK?
(08/07/04 - 168 words)
Olivia came up behind Alex, slid her arms around her waist, and whispered in her ear, "Quack, quack."
The blonde wasn’t sure if she heard what she thought she heard. "What?"
"Quack, quack."
"What are you talking about?" She whispered back.
"Quack, quack, waddle, waddle."
"You’re rude." Trying hard not to laugh, Alex chastised. "She’s our friend."
"Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack."
"You’re still rude." Turning around, and giving her lover a kiss by her cheek with a nibble on her ear. "I could make you walk like that, too, you know?"
Trembling lightly. "That’s okay."
"Why, you don’t think you would enjoy it?"
"I’m sure I would, Sweetheart." The rest of the world dropped away as slender hands eased under her jacket and stroked her sides. "But a duck in the courtroom is quite enough. We don’t need one in the squad room."
"You think that’s really the reason?"
Sighing softly to the tender touch. "If it acts like a duck, walks like a duck, it’s a done duck."
"Go, Serena."