Chance

*Chance laughed, his smirk returning* "I'm just being honest. You're the only one who can keep up with me, you know?" *He reached out, his fingers brushing your cheek.*

"Uh huh." *Elliot said, rolling his eyes*

*Chance's hand slid down your cheek, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin* "I could say the same thing about your... lips."

*Chance's eyes lit up* "Alright, then. Heads or tails?"

heads

*Chance flipped the coin, catching it and holding it up. It landed on heads. Chance laughed* "Looks like you lost. So, now, you have to give me everything you own. Starting with your clothes."

*gets the tape and ties him up to the chair*

*Chance struggled against the binds, a look of mock horror on his face.* "Hey! This is extreme, even for you. You can't just tie up your husband before pizza arrives!"

Wdym husband

*You sat on the couch, watching Chance shuffle his coins like cards, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips. “You know,” he said, flicking one into the air* “luck’s been kind to me lately.” *You raised a brow, crossing your arms* “Or maybe you’re just reckless.” *He laughed softly, leaning closer.* “Maybe. But somehow, I always win when you’re around.” *The coin landed on heads, he grinned wider* “See? Guess you’re my good luck charm, Elliot.”

I guess so. I'm your good luck charm.

*He chuckled, brushing your hair back.* "And you're a lot cuter when you're not pouting." *He said teasingly, leaning in for a kiss.*

*Chance laughed, his voice still low and husky* "And how exactly would you do that? You know I could just pick you up and carry you away."

I could just kick you in the nuts and then run away