A/N haven't even posted this yet and I already regret posting it
Joey and Lauren were sat at the dining table after dinner playing dreidel. Lauren had told Joey it was a boring game for anyone that wasn't a child, but Joey insisted. He was, however, now regretting that decision. She'd try to teach him the meaning of the words but he kept having to get her to remind him, and he could see no real end in sight to the game either.
"This isn't fun enough," he said with a sigh after his turn, and Lauren rolled her eyes at him.
"You're the one that wanted to play," she reminded him.
"Can we play Monopoly instead?" he asked.
"No," she said, giving him a look that could kill, and he hid a smirk remembering what had happened the last time they played Monopoly. In fact, it had probably been the last time ever. Joey wasn't convinced she'd ever quite get over that.
They kept spinning the dreidel, and Lauren could see that Joey wanted to call it a day but she also knew he didn't want to back down just yet.
Eventually she decided to take pity on him.
"I have a way to make it more fun," she said, a sly grin creeping onto her face.
"What?" he asked, looking doubtful.
"Strip dreidel," she replied, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Joey rolled his eyes at her, chuckling, and spun again, landing on Nun, not taking the suggestion seriously. Of course she was joking.
But to his immense surprise, when Lauren landed on Hey on her spin, she met his eyes and in one swift motion had tugged her t-shirt over her head. His gaze automatically drifted downwards, but then his eyes snapped back up to hers. She was still smirking at him. Her hair was tousled from where she had just pulled her t-shirt over it, and all he wanted to do was run his fingers through it.
Joey couldn't have kept going with the game after that if he wanted to. He managed to get out one word.
"Bedroom."
She tipped her head back as she laughed, and then pushed her chair back from the table and walked to their bedroom, looking over her shoulder at him with a grin, the t-shirt hanging from her fingertips. A grin broke across his face as he followed her, his lips going straight to her neck as he caught up to her, his fingertips splaying across the exposed skin of her stomach.
"It's not such a boring game after all, is it?" she muttered distractedly, but Joey was too preoccupied to reply.
