GUY RAPHAELSON:
((Smiling a little quirkily now, Guy once again pulls Lucise down, but this time on top of him, leaning back into the cushions of the sofa as he feels Lucise's weight on his body.))
**Bed? We need a bed?**
((Without much other warning, Guy leans upward and lets his mouth seal itself to Lucise's, moving his lips against his.))
((He pulls Lucise closer, maneuvering himself further beneath him. He reaches up with his hands and drags his fingertips gently across Lucise's tightly fitting t-shirt, then gently peeling the t-shirt away from his body as his fingers finally touch the warm flesh beneath. He explored every inch of Lucise's muscular, toned body with his hands and fingers, but lingered lovingly at his chest and stomach.))
((Guy pulls out of the kiss reluctantly, looking deep into Lucise's warm smokey eyes.))
**Is this okay?**