The sound of the PlayStation controller buttons being pressed and the lowered volume of the television were all that was heard in the flat the two redheads share. Willow sat perched on the edge of the couch, back utterly straight and eyes screwed to the television screen, her tongue stuck out slightly and although she would never admit it her fingers randomly smashing buttons as fast as the controller could take.
Lounging at the other end of the couch sat Rory, nose in a book she was attempting to ignore the random grunts and groans let out by the television as well as the redhead sitting not ten feet away, her foot twitching anxiously she bites her lip trying to keep from yelling. Hearing a random yell, Rory looks up startled only to find Willow up dancing – raising an eyebrow she watches as the younger girl sheepishly sits back down.
Glaring over at Rory she sticks her tongue out, “Party pooper.” Hearing Rory scoff she crawls over to her, dropping the controller along the way. “What? Don’t see yourself as a party pooper?” Willow ended up straddling the older girl and snatching the book away from her she tosses it across the room, “Because you have to be the biggest one I have ever met.”
Now it was Rory’s turn for a harsh gaze, dammit – she was at the favorite part of her book and Willow ever so carelessly threw it across the room. “Nope. Not a party pooper, I just don’t see the appeal of video games.” Holding in a giggle she watches the other’s face contort in shock.
No appeal of video games? Well, she’ll just have to change that opinion. “Alright, fine. We’ll make it appealing Miss Harper, for every level I win without dying you have to lose an article of clothing, and every time I lose I will discard one.” That’ll keep her nose out of the book at least.
“And why would I agree to such terms? I’m perfectly content right now – clothes on.”
“Oh come on Rory, It’ll be fun~ Please?” Willow pouted, face nearing the other gingers, “For me?” Rory sighed, resolve leaving her she agreed. Watching the screen closely she watched as Willow started a new profile, and so it begins: Level 1.
Almost ten rounds later and both girls found themselves scantily clad in more than their undergarments Rory shivered, “Now what smartass?” Willow grinned knowing that Rory would be cold and turning to her she kisses her deeply and wraps her arms tightly around Rory. Best videogame ever.
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