(I had this whole chapter written up and I pressed the tick and ITS GONE IM SO MAD)
'FUCK THIS GAME!' You heard your boyfriend, Michael yell from the lounge room of your apartment.
You laugh and walk from the kitchen into the lounge to find Michael on the couch, cursing to himself.
You slowly walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his back, behind the couch.
'You alright?' You asked, leaning your head towards the side of his face.
'Yeah, just frustrated.' He said, pausing the game, putting the remote down and turning his head, his and your face inches away.
'Your cute when your mad.' You stated, giggling a little. He frowned and crossed his arms playfully.
'I am not.' You laughed and kissed the tip of his nose. He quickly cupped your face and pulled you back, kissing you sweetly.
You smiled into the kiss and tighten your grip around his neck. He placed his hands on you waist, pulling you above the back of the couch, into his lap.
You straddled his waist, not breaking the kiss. He pulled away, you whining at the loss of his touch.
He left sweet kisses across your collarbone. You moaned in response.
You carefully hovered your lips above his ear and whispered, 'Wanna vs me in FIFA?'
He pulled back and nodded frantically. You laughed and got off the couch.
You walked over to the TV and grabbed the second remote. You walked back over to Michael.
You dat on the floor in between Michaels legs.
'Ready?' He asked, tightening his grip around your waist with his knees.
'As I'll ever be.' You smiled. He restarted the game and picked out all the right settings. (sorry I haven't played fifa)
After 10 minutes of telling at the TV, cursing and scoring goals, you were at a tie at the last fee minutes.
'Im gonna kick your ass.' You mumbled, biting your lip and dribbling the ball towards your goals.
'NO!' Michael yelled, leaning forward on the couch and trying to guard the goals.
You kicked the ball right past Michaels player and kicked the winning goal.
You threw the remote on the ground, jumping up. 'FUCK YES!'
'I let you win.' Michael said, stopping the game and standing up.
'Sure babe.' You giggled, kissing him. He took matters quickly and grabbed your thighs, wrapping them around his waist.
He pushed you against a wall and pulled away.
'Next time I won't be so hard.' He whispered. You laughed and nodded, laying your forehead against his.
'Love you winner.' He said, staring dead straight into your eyes.
'Love you too loser.'