by Gwenn

"This is not the best idea you've ever had," Lennie said, his jaw set like granite.

"Oh, get off your soap box. You said it was my decision." Laura walked back down the hallway with
colour swatches and wallpaper samples in her hands. He followed close behind, afraid of what she
might do to their bedroom if he left her alone.

"You can't do this to me," he whined, changing tactics. "I don't think I could even sleep in a room
with cream walls and fuchsia curtains."

Laura laughed, holding different paint cards up for comparison. "Don't sit on the fence, Lennie - tell
me what you really think."

"I'm serious. It may do irreversible damage to our sex life. How's a guy supposed to get it up with
pink ruffles and lace all over the place?"

"Now, see - that argument doesn't hold any water at all. What do you think lingerie is all about? And
if I remember correctly, you haven't had much trouble with pink ruffles and lace on my person." She
leered at him slyly.

"That's different," he said, unable to keep from smiling at the thought of it. "I get to take it off you
before we take to the bed. You gonna let me get rid of everything in the room each night, too?"

"Okay," she said, throwing up her hands. "You tell me - what colour should I do the bedroom in?"

"Blue."

"Blue. That's it? That's the colour of masculine arousal, is it?" Laura crossed her arms, waiting for him
to be more convincing.

"I'm sure I read that somewhere. The medical board of some prominent hospital suggests blue for a
fulfilling sex life. Honestly." Lennie looked at her hopefully. They both knew it was bull of the highest
order, but she had to admit that it was pretty creative.

"You really don't like what I have planned for the room?" she asked seriously.

"Sugar, I'd rather walk through Central Park at midnight with hundred dollar bills taped to my body,"
he said somberly, a hand over his heart, "than sleep in a room like that."

Laura sighed heavily. "Okay, okay. You win. I'll find something that will keep you happy. But I plan
on pouting over it for a while."

"What if," he said, taking her into his arms, "I demonstrated how a blue room would make me feel?
Would that improve your mood any?"

"Maybe," she allowed, letting a hand slide down over his bottom and running her fingers over the seat
of his pants in intricate circles. Laura knew how crazy that made him, especially when he was fully
dressed and unable to do anything immediate about it.

Perhaps if she played her cards right, she'd be able to get Lennie to agree to a pink bathroom.