"Oh, good! You're here! Now I can trounce you in UMS4 again."
Adrien laughed, carefully lowering her trap door. "Come on, Mari, don't pull your punches. Tell me how it really is," he deadpanned, and she grinned unrepentantly.
"I can't help it if I'm better than you, when it comes to Mecha Strike."
"Uh huh." He rolled his eyes. "What if we play something else, where we'd have a more equal playing field?"
Marinette tilted her head thoughtfully, tapping her finger on the shoulder pad of her controller. "What about the new Uncharted game? The last one was pretty good."
His eyes lit, and he nodded excitedly. "Do you have it?"
She stood to fetch it out of her school bag, and brandished it with a smirk. "Max had it pre-ordered, and has already beaten it. He brought it to me at school this morning."
"Of course Max has already beaten it." Adrien plopped down in her desk chair, controller in hand. "It's been a while since we've played a co-op like this."
"Not since the Mecha Strike update dropped," she said as she popped the disk into the console. "And that was a few months ago, right?"
She crossed back to the chaise to start the game, and he nodded. "We really should branch out more. As much as I love that game, it's nice to play something where I'm not constantly having my ass handed to me."
"Huh." Marinette cocked her head, feigning confusion. "That's never happened to me, so I don't actually know what that's like."
"Tsss," he hissed, wincing. "Ouch. You do know that I'm actually really good at video games, right?"
"I do," she replied earnestly. Then she went on with a smirk, "you just aren't good enough to beat me."
He stared back at her flatly, though amusement sparked in his eyes. "You know, sometimes I really miss the days when you couldn't string together a complete thought in my presence, much less express them as words."
"Arrgghh! Adrien!" She grabbed the pillow from her chaise and lobbed it at his head, laughing. "You're fighting dirty!"
He snatched the pillow out of the air with a grin. "Just stop talking smack and start the game."
She crossed her arms stubbornly over her chest, smirking once more. "Make me," she taunted.
His brows rose, and after a moment's thought, he rolled her desk chair closer to the chaise.
"What are you doing?" She asked, frowning.
He leaned in close enough to count the freckles dusted over her nose. "I'm making you," he said simply. Then he leaned in the rest of the way to capture her lips with his own.