"Call of Duty?"
"Yea, dude! It's so fun. Trust me."
You laugh, settling in on the couch as she sets up the game. "I don't think my reflexes are very… reliable right now." You are, of course, referring to the copious amounts of weed you smoked earlier at her insistence. Cosima snorts.
"That's what makes it fun."
The game is difficult. Even though it's only the two of you on the map, you have trouble getting any shots in. You yell a lot and Cosima laughs and leans violently back and forth as if moving her physical body will help her character in the game.
"God dammit, Delphine!" she howls as you finally get a headshot in. You whoop, throwing down the controller and leaping to your feet.
"Headshot!" you cry. "Did you see it, Cosima? I killed you!"
She laughs. "Yea, that doesn't sound terrifying," she jokes.
"I'm hungry," you announce abruptly, as you've just noticed the grumbling your stomach is doing.
"There's ice cream in the freezer," she tells you with a wink. "I'm gonna smoke some bitches on XBox Live."
As you fix yourself a bowl, you can't help but think how very domestic this all is. A lazy Sunday spent relaxing. Granted, the weed and video games aren't necessarily the norm, but it gives you a warm feeling all the same.
"Oh, for fuck's-!" Cosima is yelling when you return, spooning chocolate ice cream into your mouth. "Do I even have a team here? Wha-WHAT ARE YOU EVEN?" She becomes so frustrated that she throws the controller down and puts her hands over her face. You giggle.
Her head shoots up and she narrows her eyes at you. "Oh, you think this is funny? You think this is a game?"
You widen your eyes and try to look innocent. "It is a game."
"No," she whispers dramatically, "this is war!" And suddenly she's vaulting off of the couch and coming after you. You scream and set the bowl on the coffee table before making your escape. She chases you all the way to the bedroom, yelling about war and justice.
You jump onto the bed and she follows, pinning you down. She laughs and begins to kiss you, on your neck, your jaw, anywhere she can reach.
Eventually she pulls back, and you're both breathing heavily.
"Huh," she says thoughtfully, "isn't this interesting."
"What?" you breathe.
"We're both on the same bed… at the same time." Her hands are skimming their way down your body. You shiver.
"A coincidence?" you murmur. She growls.
"Definitely not."