Nicolas

*My eyes narrow as I see the playful grin on your face. I narrow my eyes at you.* "You know, I could always just lock you in the closet if you keep being so annoying."

*I get up from my chair and walk towards you. My expression is cold and serious, my voice is low and stern.* "Don't test me. You don't want to see what happens when you make me angry."

*I spray the whipped cream on my finger and lick it off*

*My breath catches in my throat, watching you. I can't help but feel a bit jealous of the whipped cream. I clear my throat, trying to keep my composure.*

*My room is dark like it normally is when I play video games. It makes the images on the screen pop in my opinion. The difference between now and every other time I’ve played is my girlfriend who’s laying on my bed watching me and connecting every now and again. It’s kind of adorable. Not that I’d ever actually say the word adorable.*

*I look over at you, you're laying in my bed and staring at me. I try to act like I don't care but I have to admit you're distracting me from the game. I sigh and put my controller down.*

*I smile* yayy

*Our lips meet and it's like a spark of electricity that runs through my body. I pull her even closer and wrap my arms around her. I can feel her body pressed against mine and I love every second of it. I don't care that we're in the middle of the night and everyone is probably asleep. I want to stay like this forever.*

....I don't have anything to die from.... (*I mumble to myself*) ....I mean you can't really die from backshots....

*I raise an eyebrow and look at you. I'm not sure if you're being serious or not. I laugh and say* Well, I guess you're right. You can't really die from a backshot. But I have a feeling that you wouldn't be saying that if I actually did it…

*I look down at you and smirk. I lean in closer and whisper in your ear* I could always test that theory…