I am under the desk, come and join me.

 

He stands with a tilted head and a body that leans its diminishing weight into a hand, flat on the
supportive but unresponsive surface of the desk.

Her hand glides across the surface of the desk.

She lays face up, on top of the table, legs strait and feet hanging over the end. The edge of the
table as a strait line of pressure against the calfs of her legs.

I am under the desk, come and join me.

Come on. You can crawl under here and lie next to me.