Game Over
Here I am, sitting on a couch with my boyfriend of three years, in his stuffy apartment, and I'm watching him play video games yet again. Now don't get me wrong, I myself enjoy gaming, but sometimes I'd like to have a little bit of sexy time away from the controller.
It feels like our whole relationship has revolved around the damn contraption he's fondling. Sure, I'm a little jealous that he knows how to push and caress those buttons more than he knows how to touch mine. It's not that difficult, and by now I'd power up, if he tapped my dpad just once.
The stale air is getting to me and I decide to make my move.
Annoyance flitted across my face, but he was too involved in his mission to notice my dress falling so casually off my shoulder. It wasn't planned, it just slid off as I scooted my body close to his, so I just went with it.
Taking in a slow, steady breath to gain confidence, I placed my hands on the couch, feeling the cushion dip from my weight. Then, I released the breath I was holding.
Doing my best to sound sexy, I whispered words that were nothing close to seduction, "I want to help you on your quest."
Running my hand up his thigh, I sucked in another deep breath, and continued to intoxicate my man with my sultry attempt, stopping once I reached the controller in his lap. "Let me help you defeat that giant worm." Jesus, what was I saying? I did my best not to giggle at the words coming out of my mouth.
Biting my bottom lip, I waited for his response. Nothing, but his thumbs tapping combos on the PlayStation buttons. He wasn't wearing his noise canceling headphones, so I knew he heard me.
He shifted, to finally respond, never taking his eyes off the screen, "Babe, not right now. I don't need this distraction, I'm almost there."
"Seriously, Garett?? This was your idea, your plan for the evening. You asked me to flirt and suck your cock while you game. A dream come true, you said, but now I'm just a distraction?"
A disgusted click rolled from my tongue and I jumped from the tattered couch, pulling my dress back into place.
"Babe, just ten more minutes! You know how important this is to me. I have been working so hard to find all of the proper supplies to craft the best weapon to kill this bastard. I'm almost done with the boss fight. Then we can play! You promised."
Fire filled my belly and I turned to face him, "Fuck off , Garret! I'm going home. This isn't the first time you've put me on the back burner for a video game."
With a huge cloud of rage hanging above my head, I stormed towards the door, bending to pick up my bag, but not before doing the most heinous thing I could do to any gamer.
A conniving smile played on my lips, as my fingers started to work their way towards the wall outlet. I knew Garett had worked his ass off for this fight. Believe me, too many hours and side quests helped him to craft the perfect weapon, but what about me? What did we craft together?
We spent so many nights talking about the game and then, while I didn't mind playing, we'd go on quests together until he completely boxed me out, claiming, I wasn't going fast enough. Not a surprise there, he always told me to speed up during sex, so we could get back to the mission.
Seriously, I hated his friend from work that introduced him to this mmo. Fuck you, Kyle. If I saw him, I'd punch him in the dick.
My eyes darted from Garett, his dirty, stained shirt and his frantic fingers, to the screen I was standing next to and my stomach flip flopped. Not entirely sure what came over me, but I had so many feelings erupting to the surface. His health was low, I mean the dude was almost dead, and the boss, well, lets just say a couple more hits and he'd win the mission his crew was working so hard on for months.
That thought only fueled my fire.
More devilish thoughts danced in my mind as I watched his hand continue to smash the buttons of the controller, his body moving left and right with each swing of his sword.
"Babe, holy shit! I'm almost there! Im going to kill this fucker, and we're going to celebrate all night, fuck! This is it. Holy shit this is it! I'm going to...I'm going to..."
Reaching their destionaion, my fingers rested upond the plug, and I played through this night's events. I was so over playing second fiddle to a fucking game.
That's when it happened, a force behind my hands pulled with a strength that, I swear wasn't my own, and words fell out of my mouth, "Game Over, Garett. We're done." I cackled and stood up admiring Garett's dumb face.
While opening the door, I hadn't realized how quickly anger settled on his face, and before I knew it, I saw his controller, rushing through the air towards my head. My reflexes were much quicker than usual, and I escaped the danger I put myself in. With a loud thud, I sighed and made my way down the hallway towards the stairs.
