One More Game
This game was harder, between the pressure of having come so close, and the nagging feeling of Rio watching my every move. It felt like a year, trying all at once to dominate the machine and to cradle it in my arms, wrestling with it for control of the ball’s manic, rebounding energy. I lost count of the plays, of the points scrolling past as the bumpers came alive and the machine’s synthetic voice begged me to keep going, just a little bit more.
It was getting hard; the game mattered too much. At the very least I wasn’t about to let Rio beat me just by playing around. The tension started building in my muscles, winding me up tight, from my hands up to my arms, from my shoulders down my back, and I started to welcome the drain, the precious few seconds of rest before I sent another ball up the ramp.
Eventually I had no more, and I slumped over the machine, exhausted, staring at the scoreboard. The numbers continued to spin, catching up to my last bonus points. Rio laughed, delighted, as he walked up behind me. “That’s very good! You’re very intense when you want to be.”
Still trying to catch my breath, I barely managed a smile.
“Close your eyes,” I heard him whisper. “Your score isn’t going anywhere.”
I did as I was told.
He took both of my hands in his own and spun me around. Suddenly I felt the warm press of his body, catching me between himself and the machine, and then the faint press of his mouth against my lips, little more than an invitation. It was fleeting as a thought and sweet as cherry ice-cream, but it burned like fire.
I have to say, the “close your eyes” line is scathing yet flirty–and my favorite bit of this small piece :]
Rio is an incorrigible brat, but I adore him anyways. One of these days (or months, or years) I’m sure he’ll get what’s coming to him.
Many writers say that a precious yet bratty character’ll get what’s coming to him/her.
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And it rarely happens. <–*experienced in this department as well*
Well, given that “What Rio Has Coming” includes (in senshixdoukeshi’s words) “finding himself bent over a table”, I can tell you that it’s not only going to happen, but that parts of it are written.
I never promised that he wouldn’t enjoy it, only that he was going to get what was coming. =D
( Is this DeviantArt yours? I (belatedly) wish you a happy birthday, if it is! )
Oh my. This sounds quite interesting already.
Pfft, characters never do like it when they get what’s coming to them.
And, yes, that is my dA XD
Thank you very much for the belated b-day! :D And happy unbirthday to you :D