(Periodically, on Tumblr, I will open the floor to requests. This was a "celebratory kiss between Tucker and Eleven" submitted by anonymous. Written 11.30.12.)
"Yes! Yes, yes ye— oh, fuck! No! No, no, no!"
I groaned, falling back on the couch and smacking a palm against my forehead. Game point.
"Wooo!" Tucker shouted, jumping up and punching the air in triumph. "Suck it, Red!"
"But— But—" I protested, staring at the television screen. The bright commentator's voice announced the Blue team's victory over the Reds. "We were ahead! How did you—"
"We're just that badass!" Tucker shouted, smiling happily as the Grifball logo flashed across the screen in bright blue. "They can't handle us."
"All right, all right, fine," I huffed. "I lost. You won."
The aqua-clad soldier grinned. "And we never settled on what the terms of our bet would be. Just that we were on opposing sides. Now you owe me."
"What do you want?" I replied only somewhat irritatedly, standing up and crossing my arms.
Tucker raised an eyebrow as he looked down at me, a cocky half-smile framing his face. "Well, as the loser, you're now supposed to kiss my ass."
"If you think that I'm—"
"However," he interrupted, holding up a finger. "I'm a very generous guy."
"Are you?"
"Yep. I'm willing to allow you to kiss my face instead. Just because I'm that great."
I stood there for a moment, giving him the half-exasperated you've-got-to-be-kidding-me look. He said nothing and waited expectantly, smiling roguishly.
Finally, I rolled my eyes and leaned toward him. "Yeah. You're a really generous man."
I brought my lips on his as the crowd on the television screen roared in applause.
"And that," the commentator continued, "Is how you play the game!"