You Wrestle Your Girlfriend

(all characters in this story are over 18)

You're sitting on the couch with your girl, who's laying next to you with her head on your shoulder. The TV is on and on it is a captivating action thriller movie starring her favorite actor- but it's one you've seen too many times at this point, and you go ahead and change the channel.

"Hey!" She pouts, suddenly lifting her head off your broad shoulders and leaping to her feet, hands on her hips as her lips cant into an adorable pout. "I like that movie, keep it on!"

"You and I both know we've seen that a million times!" You groan out. It doesn't even have a remotely interesting plot- just a bunch of explosions, fight scenes, and blood. Your typical action movie. Unfortunately, your girlfriend doesn't feel the same way, and she reacts as such by shoving you playfully, her hands lingering a little too long on your shoulders for it to be entirely innocent. "For someone who acts so strong, you don't really use it, huh?"

She's really riling you up now. "That's a lot coming from somebody who knows they'd get their butt kicked by me."

Her eyes narrow. "You wanna bet? Let's wrestle. Win via submission. Winner gets to pick the movie."

You agree, your hardness beginning to stand at attention at the thought of getting to roll around with her and have her body under yours. "You're going down."

You both clear some space in the living room and crouch into your stances, ready to wrestle.