"am I what now?" Remington stuttered a little, blinking in surprise. He suddenly hit the defensive. "Oh I'm so not! If anything, I'm- I'm just- no!" He denied. Nicolette smiled with a knowing look in her eye. Remington sighed, and rubbed his face with his hands, before making a realization. "Hey! You got an answer before I got my end of the deal!" He accused, pointing at Nicolettes face. The woman herself blinked in confusion before trying to figure out a loop hole.

"Can't I just kiss you and not show you my skeletons?" She asked impishly, shifting off her butt to her knees. Nicolette crawled slowly towards Remington, her chest touching his in less than two strides. Remington smirked at her as she straddled his lap, his hands moving up to hold her hips. "Pwease? Pwetty pwease Wemington?" Nicolette pouted, making Remington laugh. He leaned up and made to kiss Nicolette sweetly, but just when he was close enough for Nicolette to close her eyes in anticipation, he whispered against her lips, "Now, how about that closet?"

Nicolette threw her hands up in exasperation. "Agh, and here I was being all seductive and shit!" She laughed. Remington laughed with her. "If it wasn't meant to be a distraction, I wouldn't have rejected you." He defended. Nicolette rolled her eyes and dramatically clutched around her hips. "You didn't reject me!" She fake sobbed. "You rejected... my eggs." She finished. Remington looked at her weirdly, making her bust into hysterical laughter. Nicolette rolled off Remington and the couch, landing on her knees. She walked on her knees, stumbling and such up to her closet.

She grasped the doorknob, then she turned to look over her shoulder at Remington. She quirked an eyebrow at his intrigued face. "You ready?" She asked, tongue slightly poking out from between her teeth. Remington wasn't sure how to process the sight in front of him. Nicolette on her knees, too short shorts just barely covering anything as she leaned back making her chest and butt pop out, her raven hair spilling down her back and across her neck and chest in damp waves. Remington acknowledged that his thoughts weren't exactly PG, but now wasn't the time. If there ever was a time.

"Hell yeah. Go for it." He encouraged, standing up and sitting down next to Nicolette. Remingtons knee was actually in the way of opening the door enough to see anything. The two of them laughed, relieving some tension while Remington shifted a little. The door fell open, and Nicolette sneezed abruptly. Remington looked over at her with incredulity. "You have a kitten sneeze!" He laughed, making Nicolette blush. She shook her head rapidly. "No!! No I don't!!" She tried to deny it, but she just fell into another sneeze. The noise could kind of be described as "achIE", short and soft and high pitched.

"Oh." Remington said, laughing and shaking his head. "You totally do." He teased. Nicolette pouted and crossed her arms, blushing and fighting back a smile. In a desperate attempt to change the subject, she diverted to a topic of less evil. "So what about this closet? Interesting right? We've got-" Nicolette reaches in and pulls out a skirt from the darkness. "This... skirt." She grimaced at it and threw it over her shoulder, making Remington laugh and lean back to retrieve it as Nicolette pulled out a diary. "Definitely not a diary. I'll be looking through that later." She said, setting it purposefully to the side. Nicolette looked to her side and saw Remington holding up a silky, pale blue dancing skirt to his face, peering at the woman over the waistband with smiling eyes.

"Boy if you don't give me that!" She said through laughter, snatching the article of clothing from the man. He laughed and tried to reach around Nicolette for the diary while she folded the skirt, but was foiled by a light smack to the hand. "And stay away from this diary! Even I don't know what's in it!" She laughed, Remington joining in. "Then check! I'm super interested." He urged, poking Nicolettes arm repeatedly until she groaned and opened the book. However, she shielded it from Remington by facing the cover towards him. Nicolette made a show of reading the pages and turning them slowly and loudly, smirking up at Remington to watch his curious face melt into impatience.

Finally, the man snapped and yanked the book from Nicolettes slender hands, making her cry out in protest. Remington frantically flipped through blank page after blank page, amusement and bewilderment building with every flip. "It's! It is! Empty! You did all that! And it's! Empty!" He shouted, finishing with throwing the book behind him and pouting. Nicolette was almost unable to breathe, she was laughing so hard. Remington glared at Nicolette, who was smiling innocently at him, and his face broke into a grin.

An overwhelming urge to kiss the woman in front of him flooded Remington's senses, so he acted on it. He was never one to be conservative about his impulses. He leaned forward, wrapped his hands behind Nicolettes neck and weaved his fingers through her hair, thumbs caressing her jawline and he feverishly kissed her. Nicolette smiled into the kiss, and her hands wrapped around his wrists.

In a way, it was a perfect moment. Then three knocks echoed through the house and the perfect moment bubble was popped.