Gaming. Always more gaming.

Honestly, I don't know what I was expecting. For all the alterations I made to her personality, Gaz was still Gaz. I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "You win. Again," I groaned. Good god, she was a monster. I wasn't very good at fighting games as it was, but just landing a single punch on her character was a chore. Hell, it was an achievement. The asshole who programmed in just guards could go fuck themselves. Even hitting her with a BLOCKED attack was fucking hard.

Clearly in her element, Gaz leaned her head on my shoulder, looking up toward my face with a smug grin on her face. "Should I wear a blindfold for the next round?" she teased. As if that would hamper her. I wasn't sure if she could actually see as it was. Yes, she often opens her eyes to look at me, but most of the time they seemed to be closed.

Well, I may not be able to trash talk like she was, but I knew a better way to get back at her. "Blindfold, huh? Maybe I should get the handcuffs too," I replied slyly. Her cheeks immediately flared pink. "Sorry, I shouldn't..."

"Okay."

I blinked. "...excuse me?" It was all I could think to say.

Standing up, Gaz tossed her controller onto the bed. "You know what your comments do to me. I know you do," she accused, poking my chest with her index finger. "You know that every sweet word, every tease are like tossing dry wood on a fire. You tease and you compliment and you smile and it just makes me hotter and hotter because no fucking guy has EVER looked at me twice because I'm a fucking munchkin that once dick punched someone for trying to take my game system from me!"

Each sentence seemed to be making her more and more frantic. "I mean, fuck, I barely come up past your chest! I look like a butterball with my clothes on and you're the only guy who has ever seen me with them off and I can't stop thinking about how your eyes on me made me feel! And you know! You know and now you're going to pay. You want to tease? You want to get me excited?" Gaz grabbed my shirt and pulled me closer. Her teeth were bared and I thought she was going to yell in my face. Instead she kissed me even more intensely than she had in bed. Having a pulse and all, I kissed back, though any attempt to match her fevor was pointless.

Just as suddenly as the kiss began, it ended. Gaz pulled away and sucked in a huge gasp for air, apparently so enraptured with our tongue wrestling (which, by the way, she was also beating me at) that she neglected to breathe properly during our lip lock. For a brief moment, Gaz smiled softly. I think she found nearly any intimate act with me to be somewhat satisfying. That kiss calmed whatever raging fire I had accidentally lit...but the flames still crackled. "Stay right here," she ordered.

Dumbstruck, I could only nod. As if executing an in game quick turn, Gaz spun on her heel and walked out of the room. Well...I think it was safe to say Gaz had a bit of a breakthrough just there. Before I could ponder that further, Gaz returned carrying a familiar bag. It was the one I found the cuffs in before. "As I was saying, John...you played with fire," she stated in a grim tone of voice that didn't match the growing excitement on her face. She pulled out the fuzzy handcuffs and sleep mask. Then she over turned the bag, letting the remaining contents fall out. Her diary and PJs (which undoubtedly had gone unused last night) weren't in it. What WAS inside made me swallow hard.

She took her shirt off. "You better do the same, John. I learned from last night." Ah. Yes, she did owe me a shirt. I decided to comply down to my boxers. She stood before me in a pair of pink panties with black lacing and matching bra. Again, her ass had turned those panties into a thong. "Why don't you just buy bigger underwear?" I asked without thinking. Gaz shrugged. "At first, it bothered me. I'd buy bigger and bigger but in the end, my end ends them. So I just accept my ass is the devourer of undergarments. But enough distractions. "YOU." Her finger poked my chest. "Get those handcuffs on me however you want, then blindfold me. We're going to play a game I know you'll be great at." Her cheeks turned bright pink as memories of our tryst undoubtedly played through her head.

She smacked my shoulder. I had been admiring that cute blush of hers for apparently too long a time. "You light my fire, you better...uh...you better have...have a...hose! Have a hose ready to douse me out."