Quiz Me

Serene and Charlie sit in bed with the laptop between them. They already know what the result will be, yet something about playing along feels good. They answer each question honestly. Do they share values. Yes. Does absence make the heart grow fonder. She reaches over and squeezes his thigh without thinking. Every click feels light, private, like foreplay in small doses. At the end they hit submit and the screen flashes the opposite answer. They stare. The words don’t fit. Serene’s mouth twists. Charlie’s smile slips away completely. Doubt arrives fast and ugly, settling in their chests like cold smoke. A quiet second passes. Then Serene shuts the laptop with a snap. Their eyes meet and the tension breaks at once. He pulls her across his lap, and her hand slides straight between them, finding him already hard. She straddles his hips without pause. They kiss like the screen never spoke. Her cunt is slick the moment she grinds down, taking him inside in one smooth push, the quiz forgotten under the wet sound of her sinking onto him. They fuck with fierce, relieved rhythm, every stroke an argument against the verdict glowing in the dark behind them.