I dunno if you wanted people to send in prompts for that post, but #062: "I beat you at Mario Kart and now you're banishing me to the couch for the night?” - that sounds like it'd be great for Yami? =) Only if you want to, though!
This was a really good one! Thanks! 😆 sorry if it seems kind of rushed near the end, I started getting a little rocky and unsure of how I wanted to finish it but hope you like it!
My eyes wandered the man who sat on the other end of the couch, one long leg folded over the over and arms folded over his chest. I pursed my lips, scooting closer to him with a smile. “Atem, sweetie,” I cooed, “Are you pouting?” The man’s eyebrows furrowed, and he glanced over at me. He shook his head, although the look on his face contradicted himself.
“You’re totally pouting! I know when you’re upset, darling.”
Just a few moments ago, Yami and I were playing games together. It was one of the ways we relaxed besides a movie or a round of duel monsters. I’m very competitive, and since Yami is naturally good at everything I’m usually the one pouting. But this time, I was the one who actually came out victorious. Ever since then, he hadn’t really said much of anything.
I was kind of enjoying it. Just a little bit.
“C'mon, don’t be upset. It was just a game.”
“Yes. A game that I lost.”
“Oh, but that’s the point! You should be happy for me!”
I grinned, watching him glance at me and then look back towards the blank tv screen. Laughing under my breath, I scooted closer and pecking his cheek softly. It was a little adorable to see the man pouting like this. A part of me wanted to patronize him a little further, just to see how much I could toy with him.
Yami stood up from the couch, no doubt to change clothes and head to bed. I wasn’t sure if he was done being upset yet, but I followed him naturally. Once we reached the bedroom, I wrapped my arms around his middle and pulled him against me. He was a lot taller, so I had to stand on my tip toes to rest my head on his shoulder. Honestly, I could barely even do that.
“How long are you gonna stay made at me, my love?” I asked, the giggle prominent on my words.
“I’m not mad… but I think it’s best if you sleep on he couch tonight.”
He glanced at me sideways, the look in his eyes both humorous and intense. My eyebrows raised and my mouth flew open in shock. I couldn’t believe this. Was Yami really going to make me sleep on the couch? After just a stupid game!
He grabbed a few blankets from the closet and tossed them in my direction. Clutching the sheets to my chest, I let out a loud laugh. “Seriously, Atem? I beat you at Mario Kart, and you’re banishing me to the couch for the night? Are we seriously gonna be this childish?” I asked, not really believing it.
Yami gave a stiff nod, although I could see he hesitation clear on his face. Now I was a little upset. Did it really hurt his feelings that bad? He left me to stand there, dumbfounded, while he went to our bathroom to freshen up. My mouth still hug open in shock, and I kind of felt sad.
Turning on my heels, I huffed a loud sigh and made sure to stomp my way into the living room. “He’s such a freaking child,” I grumbled, throwing myself back onto the couch. Yami is never this serious with me. We’ve never really even gotten into an argument before. I never knew that he could be this childish, but I did beat him at a game. I had beat the king of games.
What could I have really expected?
I had settled onto the couch, putting on a movie and wrapping myself it in a blanket. It was a little upsetting, but I wasn’t going to let him know that. I didn’t say another word to him in hopes that he’d feel bad. But, in fact, that wasn’t what happened.
About twenty minutes into my movie, I heard footsteps coming from the bedroom. I glanced up to see Yami’s deep purple eyes looking back at me. He rushed into the room, grasping my hand and yanking me up. Furrowing my brows, I watched him pull me down the hallway and towards our shared bedroom.
“What’s going on? I thought you were made at me?”
“I’m not anymore. I’ve just remembered I can’t sleep without my beautiful wife next to me.”
And with that, he dragged me into bed and cuddled against me. I knew he couldn’t stay mad at me for too long.
