Chris sat up and cracked his neck. As he leaned down and kissed Elle's head, he farted.
“Can't blame that one on Woofy," Elle snickered.
“Guess not," he yawned. "Happy anniversary, Babe." They'd officially been dating two years.
She responded with a tender, closed-mouth kiss. Her morning breath could kill weeds.
Elle headed to the bathroom. She was just going number one, so she didn't bother shutting the door. Chris had nursed her through that stomach bug when stuff was pouring out of both ends. A little pee was nothing.
She returned wearing only her tank top.
“Well, hello," Chris drawled, his brows bouncing.
“Wanna try it again?" She bent over the foot of the bed, presenting her bare behind.
“Um … I thought we decided no gifts.”
Elle answered his smart-ass remark with a mock glare. “Shut up and come here.”
“You sure?” Chris, amused but wary, positioned himself behind her.
She had never reached this level of intimacy with previous boyfriends. Sure, she'd slept with some, but she hadn’t gone there with them. Chris was different. Corny as it sounds, he was her forever.
“Go for it.” Elle teasingly gyrated against Chris's crotch.
“I don’t know. You screamed bloody murder last night.”
“Well,” she huffed. “It hurt.”
Chris's fingers traced the small of her back. “I’m surprised nobody called the cops.”
“Come on,” she urged, fisting the nautical quilt and burying her face in the coordinating pillow.
Chris grabbed Elle's ass. With both thumbs, he firmly squeezed the ripe, bulbous zit on her left cheek. The pillow swallowed her squeals as the pus finally burst her skin. Elle stood up, rubbing the sore spot.
“My hero,” she gushed.
Chris pulled her close. "That's love right there, Babe."
This week's Trifecta Writing Challenge: The entry must be 33-333 words and include the word "ass" as defined below:
(adverb/adjective) often vulgar—often used as a postpositive intensive especially with words of derogatory implication <fancy-ass>
Word count: 333