"You're not allowed to do that!" Marinette squeaked as Adrien placed his chin on her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her waist so the game controller in his hands was under hers. Marinette's character stumbled in the game as her fingers halted on the controls, Adrien's cheek brushing against hers just enough to throw her off. "Adrien, that's cheating."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Adrien replied, ducking to press a quick kiss on Marinette's neck. He could feel her face heating up, and he bit back a laugh as his fighter got in a good kick, knocking Marinette's player down before she quickly bounced back up.
Her voice was slightly higher than usual when Marinette spoke, desperately trying to focus on the screen in front of her rather than Adrien's warmth. "Go back to where you were, this is playing dirty!" She said, attempting to sound stern.
Adrien shook his head, his chin still resting on Marinette. He frowned as Marinette squared her shoulders, moving his head backwards as she forced her attention back on the game.
She was winning. Again.
Adrien would probably be more bitter about the continual losses - really, losing 11-0 wasn't something to be proud of - if Marinette didn't look so cute when she played, her tongue poking out in determination as her fingers flew across the controller with a speed Adrien just couldn't match. But cuteness be damned – Adrien was determined to win at least onegame before Marinette had to go home.
And if that meant playing dirty, then so be it.
Adrien leant forward, his forearms grazing against Marinette's waist whilst he tried to keep one eye on the game. He wasn't doing too badly – that is, he hadn't been defeated yet – but he knew that he'd have to pull out all the stops to secure his victory.
His girlfriend was the strongest person he knew; she fought akumas, went head-to-head with Chloé on a near-daily basis, and balanced a double life whilst making it look easy.
But between months of dating and over a year of fighting by her side, Adrien had learned that Marinette had one weakness, which he fully intended to exploit to his advantage.
Him.
To be fair, Marinette was as much Adrien's weakness as he was hers; however, she was currently kicking his ass again, which meant that Adrien had to pull out the big guns.
His lips met Marinette's neck, softly trailing up to her ear with a whisper of kisses.
"But I'm so comfy," he murmured, still trying to watch the screen in front of the two of them. Marinette's character let her guard down, and Adrien took full advantage to get multiple hits in. When the green health bar had decreased as his fighter landed numerous punches in rapid succession, Marinette turned her head to glare at him.
"So, that's how you're gonna play it, huh?" She asked Adrien, blue eyes narrowed as she looked at Adrien, his lips pulled upwards into an annoyingly endearing smile.
"I'm just playing the game, Princess. The way you're going, you might want to pay a bit more attention," Adrien laughed, nuzzling Marinette's cheek affectionately. One of her eyebrows shot up, and Adrien realised in a second of clarity that taunting his competitive girlfriend might not be his best course of action.
But instead of snapping her head back to the screen, Marinette hit the pause button, twisting her body so that her face was a hair's breadth away from Adrien's her lips suddenly very close and very kissable…
"Well then, Kitty, two can play at that game."
Adrien didn't have time to blink before Marinette was kissing him, her soft lips pressing gently on his. The effect was instantaneous; Adrien had dropped his remote and wound his arms around her hips in a heartbeat, shuffling so that he was facing her properly. One of Marinette's hands trailed up his chest, slipping behind his neck to pull him closer to her as Adrien's fingers skidded across her back, one arm locked around her waist whilst the other drew invisible trails over the material of her t-shirt.
The background noise of the game re-starting didn't break through the soft hums which escaped from Adrien's throat as Marinette trailed little kisses along his jaw; the absence of Marinette's other hand, which usually trailed through Adrien's hair by this point, was barely acknowledged; but the loud "GAME OVER" from the announcer in the game broke through the haze of Marinette's kisses, and Adrien blinked in surprise when he saw his character ling on the floor whilst Marinette's punched the air in victory. He looked down at Marinette, who held up her controller with one hand, a satisfied smirk on her face.
"It'll take more than that to keep me from victory, Adrien." Marinette winked before pressing a kiss to her boyfriend's cheek. Adrien's eyes flicked from the screen to Marinette over and over again, a look of shock frozen on his usually composed features.
"But we were – youwere – how did you-?"
Marinette giggled, patting Adrien on the shoulder as the "PLAY AGAIN?" option flashed on the screen.
"I have many talents. And it turns out that you're even easier to distract than I am." Marinette gestured towards the screen, taking her controller with both hands whilst turning back to fully face the game.
"So what do you say? One more game before I have to go?"
Adrien picked up his own controller, nodding as he readjusted himself. He wrapped his arms around Marinette again and fought the urge to pout at the thought of her leaving so soon.
"Or, you could not leave," Adrien said, flicking through the character options so he could change his fighter. "You could just stay forever. If we keep playing, I'm bound to win sometime."
"I don't think your dad would be too happy with that. Or my parents," Marinette said.
"Mmm, true. I guess you'll just have to come back then."
Marinette let out a laugh.
"Wow, smooth," she said, a smile in her voice. "Tell you what, Adrien, you win this and I'll see if I can convince the parents to let me stay a bit longer. If you lose, you have to walk me home and get us ice cream on the way."
"…I mean, that sounds like a win-win situation to me," Adrien said, grinning as he pretended to think about it. "You've got yourself a bet, Princess."
Marinette leant her head against Adrien's, which was once again perched in the crevice of her neck. She kissed Adrien's templebefore straightening back up, her eyes glinting as competitiveness took her over.
"Alright then, Kitty. Game on."