Written for comment_fic on Livejournal
Prompt was Logan/Mac, videogames
The morning after the first time they had sex, there was a lot of awkward silences.
Luckily, modern life had provided an alternative to actual conversation.
"Good game, Mac"
"Yeah, I know I kicked your ass."
"Yeah, you're a total badass when you're a six-foot-six guy with an AK. And animated."
"Thanks, Logan. And you're tolerable company when you're an animated gun-toting sexy French spy named Lisette."
"With giant breasts. Don't forget to mention my giant breasts."
Mac rolled her eyes, "Yeah, Logan, your breasts are your best part of your personality."
"Oh, Mac," Logan said, waving his hand in mock modesty, "I bet you say that to all the guys."
"A surprising number actually," she joked.
Logan laughed, and they managed to look each other in the eye for the first time since the night before. There was affection there, from both of them, but it was unclear if there was anything else.
"So ..... this isn't going to be weird is it?" Logan asked.
"No. It shouldn't be. As long as we both know what it is."
"Just fun, right?" Logan answered. "What is it with me and girls who are afraid of commitment?"
"Not afraid. Just ... with different priorities."
"Yeah, sure. I'm beginning to think our gaming identities are oddly appropriate," Logan said, starting to feel insecure as he wondered why he acted like the clingy girl in so many of his important relationships.
"You mean because in the video game, I'm much, much better than you? Yeah, sounds appropriate to me." Mac grinned at him.
"That's it. Rematch!"
Mac laughed. "Sure Logan. Any time, any place."