aphbritishdelight:Ameila frowned, smacking the controller away and pinning the Brit onto the cushions so his hands were above his head and she straddled him. Angry blue eyes glared down at him, nose to nose, “You take that back, Arthur! You can’t call me a bitch!” Even if it was just a game.
He said there and gasped realizing what left his mouth. “I’m so sorry Amelia! I got so wrapped up in the game!I didn’t mean that!” He slouched down away from her, not wanting to deal with the Americans wrath
She lay they fuming, a scowl across her pretty face. He did say he was sorry, so it wasn’t so bad. Amelia sat up, arms crossed over her chest, “You better be sorry. I can kick yer ass from here to Maui.” At this point she was supposed to stand up but didn’t. Instead she simply sat on his crotch waiting till he asked her to move.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING GET OFF OF ME!?” He spazzed out, but she wouldn't budge. He tried to push her off but she wouldn’t move no matter his efforts. He gave a huff and sat back and gave up.
So there they sat. Amelia straddling Arthur like some whacked out porn. With clothes. She huffed and sat, shifting her weight some. After several agonizing minutes of staring, the blonde slid off and shoved the controller into his hand. "Rematch."
