A Little

Sitting in the passenger seat, arms crossed and pouting, Gaz looked almost like a child...save for her rack stretching her shirt out. It had been a real struggle to get Gaz to leave the mall without going into the game store. I had almost forgotten just why she was such a mess when I first met her. The sight of those video game boxes on the shelves seemed to bring her addiction roaring back.

Don't get me wrong, I love video games as well. There were just two problems. I didn't want to feed her addiction more than the gaming consoles I had would and we passed the store on the way out. I guess she hadn't noticed it the first time, still sipping her life giving coffee when we entered the building. Since it was on the way out, we had already spent a good chunk of money. That and I was tired from all the wandering around. The last thing I wanted was to spend more time there.

We actually started causing a scene as she started getting insistent. Then pleading. Finally I had to resort to something drastic. I had to threaten to make buying a game the method of paying back for our fun in the changing room. That did the trick. Well, after she gave me a glare that seemed to suck the temperature from the surrounding area that I just barely managed to withstand anyway.

"How long are you going to keep pouting?" I asked as we pulled into the development I lived in. "...'m not pouting," she mumbled. I had the sudden impulse to pinch her cheek and ruffle her hair. I resisted it, of course. I didn't want to push my luck.

It took a couple of trips to bring everything in. There was the clothes, her toiletries (hair brush, tooth brush, shampoo, etc), a rack for hanging her clothes on, new bedsheets...quite a few things. She had paid for a good deal of it too, though I had no idea where she got the money. Didn't really matter though. Not like the company was going to hook their product up with counterfeit money. Once everything was in its proper place, I sighed and popped my back.

And then I heard the door shut behind me. Then lock. Though in retrospect, that wouldn't really do anything since the lock was on this side of the door. Turning, I saw Gaz leaning against the door, her expression sour. "I really wanted this to be sweet, John. I was looking forward to this all day," she told me in a cold, steely tone. I suddenly felt an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"But you had to go and do that to me. Making me choose between a game and you? And you're not even touched by it, are you?" Oh. Oh, wow. I didn't even think of it that way. I was looking at it as a choice between the game and sex, not...oh shit, I had fucked up. "Gaz, I...I didn't realize you saw it that way," I tried to explain, but she held up her hand.

"Oh no you don't. You're not talking you're way out of this. We are having angry sex right now. Get those clothes off or I will tear them off...and possibly tie you up with the shredded remains," she hissed.