#action play

She swung her leg over his and landed square, with a slight bounce and a tiny squeal, on his lap; landed heavy despite her small frame. It was one fluid movement that began across the room when she came through the door, expectant, primed and ready to see him. It was a hop-skip jump bobble cute run spanning less than twenty foot of floor and it was all he could do to register what was happening before she arrived inside his personal space. 

She was making eye contact from less than ten inches in front of his face. She was biting her lower lip and laughing and bouncing slightly on toes that touched the ground on either side of his thighs. When she came in, her skipping turned to sliding with just a couple of few feet away to spare and she slipped her socked-foot sideways across the tile until it rested against the leg of his chair. That's when she swung the other calf, toes pointed, across his lap, her hands braced one on each of his shoulders. 

And there she was. Spraying him, splaying his face with her wide open grin. Asking. Demanding, coaxing, jiding, begging to know just what had become of him since their last meeting. 

Now she pushed back until her butt bones hung over the cliff of his bent knees. She lifted her heels and used her feet to sandwich his hips, squeezing them in on the edge of either side of his seat. She put a palm to each side of his face and patted his cheeks. Playfully. Too. 

Then she mock frowned and dropped her chin, scowled at him and said, "So?! What have you been up to? -- And don't tell me work because I know better. You are a lazy lazy man."  Pat, pat, pat her hands in time with her softly slapping voice.