We can has date? Yes? (Motorboat RomCom Attempt; Arc/Lani)(NSFW oops)

"More?" She asked him, readjusting her sitting position.

Again, he slid a card at her. A King. A 23.

She whined, flipping her cards over and pushing them towards him. Reaching down, she began pulling her dress off, discarding it on the couch beside her.

"Cold?" He quipped, smirking at her as he dealt the next hand.

6 and an Ace for himself.
A 13 for her.

He drew another card. Another Ace. That put him at an 8, for the time being.

"Another?" She asked, ignoring his quip.

He slid that card across to her, also taking one for himself after.

A 7 for her and a king for himself. He flipped his cards over, then.

She flipped her twenty over, showing it to him.

Glyndwr stood up and undid his trousers, left with just his underwear as he sat down again. 

"I'm cold." He joked as he went onto the next hand.

19 for him, 14 for her.

She threw a pillow at him in response before glancing at her own cards. Again with this? "Another."

He slid the card over to her, an Ace. 15 in total.

Why now?! "Another," she said, gritting her teeth as she glared at the little traitor card.

Glyndwr flipped her another card. A 9. A traitorous, traitorous 9, leaving her with a total of 24, well over the 21 limit.

She pouted at the cards, glaring at them before reaching back and unclipping her bra. "Grr..."

"Next hand wins it." He said, not very subtly taking a look at what she revealed. As far as he was concerned, the point of the game had been accomplished, though maybe not entirely.

He dealt the cards.
A 2 and an Ace for himself.
A 10 and an Ace for her.

He dealt himself another card. A Jack. 13 total. He looked at his cards, somewhat disappointed.

She flipped her cards over, pumping the air victoriously. "Blackjack~!" Okay, so it wasn't Uno, Bingo, or Bullshit, but still. It felt appropriate.

Glyndwr shrugged, standing up and taking off his boxers and throwing them near his the clothes on the sofa. "That was fun." He said, as if he wasn't now sitting there naked.

She seemed pleased with herself, bouncing on the couch in nothing but her underwear, ignoring the discomfort that the motion brought her. She won a thing! That never happened!

Glyndwr looked away from her bouncing, going red in the process. Was she trying to get back at him for getting her to play this or was that just her being her? He cleared his throat before speaking. "What now?"

She shrugged, ceasing her bouncing and relaxing in place on the couch. "What do you want to do, now...?" Nearly nude or not, she really didn't seem to have an opinion one way or the other on the matter.

"I'm asking you because I don't know what you want to do." Glyndwr said, leaning forward on the table. "What I want to do isn't as important to me, here."

She looked over at him, shameless looking over his whole body before meeting his face again, "I 'unno." Aurora said, with that trademark sweet, innocent voice of hers before ruining with her next word: "Wrestle?"

"Can do." Glyndwr said, standing up and walking himself around the table to sit next to Aurora, close, eyes looking up and down her form.

She grinned at him, leaning against him in the same innocent act she'd been keeping up this whole time. Aurora could play this game easily.

Finishing eyeing her up, he put his arms around her, pulling her down along with himself.

She smiled as he pulled her, immediately moving to meet his lips with her own. After all, most of the busy work steps were taken care of, now, leaving her in only her underwear as he held her.