"I want to play horsey," Pierce said in all seriousness. He didn't even grin at Sean's incredulous look.
"You want to what?"
"Play horsey," Pierce repeated. "Climb on you. Ride you until you fall over, exhausted and spent. Not stopping until I'm done."
"And then stable me for the night on some hay?" Sean rolled his eyes and flicked the rubber band from the paper at Pierce, gun style. It hit Pierce on the nose.
Pierce gave him the finger. "And then we'd play doggie and you'd curl under the covers with me."
"Oh. That sounds fair."