"You..." Duke began trailing kisses down her neck and across the smooth shoulders that followed, "You are beautiful."
"Duke, get off." Viola whined, raising her eyebrows and tentatively pushing his head away. Sure, she was more than a little appreciative of the compliment, but they were meant to be watching soccer. "Do you want to watch this," she motioned to the large screen, "or shall I turn it off so you can seduce me properly?"
He appeared to ponder on the thought for a minute or two before shrugging and leaning down to catch her mouth in his. "I can multi-task."
'"Duke!" The brunette girl exclaimed, pulling away and jerking her head to the side. "You're blocking the screen. There's only ten minutes left, okay?"
"But, Vi, you have to -" He was cut off by the commentators. A goal had just been scored against the seem he supported. "Damn!" He hissed, flopping back onto the sofa and folding his arms like a small child. "Remind me again why I enjoy this? My team seems to get thrashed every game."
"Well, they've actually not lost for five games," Viola corrected with an angelic facial expression, knowing all too well that he hates being corrected. "The answer for why you like it? I don't know really, but I do know it's the only sport you can play, so..."
"The only sport I can play, huh?" The striker repeated, trying to think of another sport that he was good at. "I can play basketball!" He decided after a few minutes, looking pleased with himself.
"Duke, you told me the only reason you tried out for the soccer team was because the basketball coach hated you."
Before he could think of something to say in response, the on-screen crowd cheered loudly again. This time for a goal scored by Duke's team.
"Yes!" He yelled, fists going up in the air. "They're on equal ground now... 2-2 with only five minutes to go."
"The suspense is killing me," Viola said sarcastically with a roll of her eyes. However much she loved playing soccer, she'd never love watching other people play the sport. Except if it's Duke playing, of course. Although... lately she has doubted whether she enjoys watching his matches for the actual game or for how positively hot he looks in the kit.
Short shorts... yum. She thought to herself, grinning wildly. Before she knew it, her visual fantasies had taken up the five minutes left of the game.
"A draw's better than a lose, I guess." Duke shrugged with a slight smile, not wanting to get too disappointed by a soccer match when he has a beautiful girl - a beatiful girlfriend - on the couch next to him.
Viola could feel his eyes scanning her face and she couldn't help but feel self-conscious. "What are you doing?" She complained, holding a cushion up against her face to block his view.
"I'm just admiring my girlfriend. Is that such a crime?" A soppy grin spread across his face. "You're so beautiful. I've told you that before, right?"
"Yes, Duke." She replied, "You've only told me twenty times so far today. Not that I'm not complimented by it, I am, but a girl only needs to be told once a day." She folded her arms at him then shrugged, "Maybe a few more times if she looks extra nice."
"You look extra, extra nice." He concluded, snaking his arms around her shoulders and pulling her close. "Hey, what time did you say your friend finishes work?"
"Oh, crap," her eyes darted to the clock. "Five-thirty."
"Do you think we should go now, then?" Duke suggested, knowing they only had two hours before that time. Granted, spending more time with Viola alone in his apartment did seem like a more appealing way to spend the rest of the afternoon, but they needed to go to the salon at some point.
"Yeah, we'd better. Paul sometimes even leaves earlier than that, so... we'd better run."
"We can take my motorcycle?" Duke suggested eagerly. In all the months they'd been dating, he'd never managed to get Viola to agree to riding on his bike.
"Definitely not." She waved him off, already up and slipping her shoes on. "It's only five blocks, we can walk."
"Five blocks?" He moaned, following after her sluggishly.
They arrived at the salon in good time, though Duke had complained the whole way about why they were walking when they could easily use other modes of transport. Viola had naturally told him to be quiet, as he was the one in need of Paul's assistance anyway.
"Viola!" The hairdresser shrieked, running over and embracing the smaller girl in a hug. "What're you doing here? Do you need a haircut? I have a free slot! We just got these new scissors in, and they're amazing! Absolutely wonderful, if you want to, I could -"
She cut him off after his ramblings became completely irrelevant. "I don't need my hair done today, Paul." She smiled, "Duke does need your help though."
"Hi, Duke." Paul greeted, doing a macho impression and thumping his chest before shaking Viola's boyfriend's hand. "Ow," He grimaced after thumping a little too hard. "Anyway, what can I do for you?"
"Well, remember when you made me into a guy?"
Paul nodded enthusiastically. "Thus being your indirect matchmaker? Of course!"
"Well, Ihave a proposisiton for you."
Duke just stood to the side with hands in his pockets, eyes never leaving the ground.
"You need to make Duke look like a girl."