Snow isn't one to back down from a challenge— this time it was a stupid competition between you two while playing a chocobo racing game on your couch. He was sure he’d win, but you are undoubtedly the better gamer here and you elbow him as you blast off at the speed of light, driving past him while cackling victoriously.
“Oh, no you don’t!” he groans and gets ready to have his revenge. He grins, knowing this would be the way to defeat you.
“Shit, run!” you scream at your chocobo, “jump! do something!”
“Are you letting me win this easily?” he asks with a cocky tone in his voice. You see from the side of your eye how he winks at you, earning a scoff from you.
“You think I’m that easy to win?” you reply, feeling the heat in your cheeks and you notice how his gaze lingers on you slightly too long, causing him to hit a wall in the game, “I thought you were trying to win.”
“Maybe I need to use something else to distract you,” he thinks out loud.
And suddenly you are pinned against the cushions of the couch and he is hovering over you, while you try to play the game with one hand on the controller. “H-hey, this is not fair—” you protest in vain as you try to decide where to keep your eyes at.
He lets chuckles, leaning in to ghost his lips over yours. The noises from the game tell how far you have fallen in the race, but you swallow hard as he slowly traps your attention and body underneath his.
“Snow,” you exhale weakly and you feel his brush against yours temptingly, fire burning in your core. He returns you his trademark grin and you never thought before how weak he makes you, until now.
Then, he suddenly pulls away, “looks like I won.”
“Wh—what?” You are still recovering from the sudden jump on you; your heart is pounding against your chest like it wants to escape and blood roars in your ears.
“Sorry,” he says with a boyish charm and winks, “can’t have you winning every round here.”
You hit him with a pillow, receiving an “ow!” in the process.
“Oh, you better be careful next round,” you lick your lips as you sit up and finish the course— the last spot reserved for you. The rest of the evening goes on, full of mischief and sabotage.
