Prompt – Give Me Another Chance.
"I win."
"Let's play again."
"Phil I've beaten you four time in a row. Face it. I'm a better at Call of Duty than you are. It's in my blood. It's what I do. I am a trained specialist."
"Oh please. That has nothing to do with this game. It's my hand. I'm still getting used to it."
She raised her eyebrows at him. "Please. Your hand is enhanced. If anything, it should give you an advantage. Besides it's really late. We need to get some sleep."
"It's only two in the morning. And I'm still wired. Besides I slept like nearly two weeks since it's all you let me do."
"That was over 2 months ago Phil."
"Oh come on. Give me another chance. I want to win damnit."
She laughed at his forlorn face. "You're such a nerd."
"Your nerd."
"My nerd." She nodded in agreement. "Okay just one more game. Maybe with practice you can at least not lose to Daisy so badly."
"Hey, I beat Daisy."
No Phil. She let you win. To boost your confidence. I can't even beat her most of the time."
"Well it's her powers. It's unfair really."
"Phil. She doesn't use her powers playing video games. It's her damn hacking skills, is what it is."
"Or maybe she's just quicker than us cause we're old."
"Hey. Speak for yourself."
"Um Mel. You are going to be fifty years old in less than two weeks. That's pretty old."
"Shut up. Still younger than you. Just start the damn game before I change my mind."
The two sat close together on the coach playing the game for a little while. Melinda moved closer to Phil and put her leg over his. Soon she was paying no attention to the game as she nuzzled his neck and jawline.
"Hey that's cheating."
"Yeah. Is it?"
Her voice was suggestive as hell. Phil looked at her lips and forget about the game bringing his head down to press his own lips to hers. The two controllers fell to the ground as the game played on without them. Phil pulled back for air and took in the love of his life. Her smile was beguiling as her eyes invited more. He obliged. They kissed more passionately as Melinda curled into his body stroking the back of his neck lightly. He shivered as she unbuttoned his shirt and her nails traced over his flesh down to his thighs. He pulled away from her lips and nuzzled her neck as his hands found her breasts and he felt himself get...
"Oh My God."
"Shit." Phil scrambled away from Melinda fumbling to button his shirt.
Melinda giggled as she pointed to the front of Phil's pants. "You might want to um..."
"Fuck." Phil turned redder.
"Yeah that would solve it for sure."
Phil gave Melinda a surprised look while Daisy pretended to vomit.
"Ewe... and I mean that from the bottom of my soul. You guys are too old to be acting like lovesick teens at the prom. We sit on that couch. Well I mean I used to sit on that couch. God you're like rabbits. I swear no one should have to see that. I need brain bleach. Where is the damn brain bleach?" Daisy had walked away and into the kitchen slamming open doors. "Ah. Whiskey. That'll do."
"Daisy put the whiskey back. What are you doing up anyway? It's late."
"Says the lady having sex on the couch with her boss at two a.m."
"Oh please. You're being over dramatic."
"Really. Over dramatic. This is like the tenth time I've had this unfortunate experience just this week alone."
"See over dramatic. It hasn't been ten. Five at the most." Melinda laughed.
"Seriously, I have seen way too much of both of you, together, and you owe me for this"
Melinda's laugh grew louder.
"I am serious May, being subjected over and over to watching your parents make out can cause major psychological issues."
"You win Daisy. The Oscar for most over dramatic performance goes to..."
Daisy slammed her hand on the counter still refusing to look at them. "Yeah well, two can play this game you know – Lincoln and me were in your office, your office AC, on your desk the other day and..."
"Oh Daisy the couch in his office is more comfortable. The desk is too hard."
"Ewe... Melinda! "Daisy moved into the room, her scandalized face causing even Phil to laugh. "It's like all the furniture is now tarnished. Everywhere."
"Hmmm...your room is safe. So far."
Daisy stuck her tongue out at Melinda and gave them both a dirty look. "Seriously, you guys need to get your own place or something. It's traumatizing. And not just for me. You guys almost broke Fitz last week." With that she walked out of the room still mumbling to herself.