"Just come sit on my lap," Sarah murmurs, tugging at Y/K's hand as she smiles up at her. They're all at a party right now, and it's a bit crowded, no more seats left on the couch were Sarah and Rafe sit at. Y/K sighs, shaking her head softly as that cute pout of her deepens. Y/K is taller than Sarah, sitting on her lap wouldn't be very comfortable for Sarah. "Well, I can get up and then I can sit on your lap, can't I-?"

"She can sit with me," Rafe says casually, not moving his eyes from the game playing on the TV as he takes a swig of his beer. An innocent offer, right? Rafe swallows harshly, hoping that Sarah only sees pureness in his intentions, and doesn't make a big deal out of it. "On my lap."