Last night in class one of my students - a woman in her 20s - used the word "spooning." It always reminds me of Vladimir Nabokov, and I told the class why after Amber had finished reading.
A professor of literature before the success of Lolita, Nabokov was having a conversation one day with a colleague who complained that two of his students were spooning in the back of the class.
"Be thankful," Nabokov told him, "they're not forking."