Dawn gyrated, hands above her head, hips swaying to the beat. "Dancing."
"Can see that. You're wearing my shirt."
"Uh huh." She leaned over, sliding her hands down her shins to touch her toes.
"Thought we had an understanding about the evil of boy bands." He snagged the remote and blipped through the tracks until he hit Squirrel Nut Zippers.
Swinging her into his arms, Spike showed her real dance moves.
They finished with Dawn's legs wrapped around Spike's waist in a way that proved his shirt was all she was wearing.
open_on_sunday — challenge #59: punishment