Girl—ahem, I mean, woman with leg up, hands and guy’s shoulders.
Guy’s hands precariously close to woman’s rear end—not touching juuuuust yet, but expecting to squeeze.
They tenderly kiss, and sparkles all around. Ahh, hopeless romantics rejoice.
I can almost hear background music, but hard to pick which one: Foreigner’s “I Wanna Know What Love Is,” Survivor’s “The Search Is Over,” or Van Halen’s “When It’s Love.”
Now, the tussled bedroom scene? Heh, my naughty side says “Whole Lotta Love” by Led Zeppelin. _!!
….or, if Sedine breaks in, it will be like the equivalent of “Ghostbusters” Armageddon scenario:
“This city is headed for a disaster of biblical proportions…real wrath of God type stuff…fire and brimstone coming down from the skies! Rivers and seas boiling! Forty years of darkness! Earthquakes, volcanoes…The dead rising from the grave! Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together… mass hysteria!”
Wouldn’t be surprised if it was. ANYTHING is subject to Rule 34.