day 25 - gazing into eyes

Seto wasn't sure when they'd started playing the game. Maybe when he'd been in a rush, too harried to kiss Mary goodbye properly before he left for work, and she'd looked up at him with those red eyes, and suddenly three seconds later he was kissing her and also late for work.

He was pretty miffed at her for that, but later acknowledged that he hadn't really minded, as long as she didn't make him late again. Seto trusted her completely, and he didn't mind if she used her power on him for a silly thing like a prank.

From there, it had snowballed into a ridiculous game they couldn't stop playing. When they were alone and no one could make fun of them, sometimes she'd freeze him when she wanted a kiss but was too shy to ask. He'd come to seconds later to her kissing him, or even just the smell of her hair hanging in the air, and know what had just happened.

Sometimes it got a little bit out of hand.

They'd been watching a movie, but it wasn't very good. Honestly, they just felt like they had to make use of the tv since the rest of the gang was out for the day, and they rarely got the chance. Suddenly, the movie skipped, like something was wrong with the disk, and Seto glanced at Mary to see if she'd noticed. She was still staring at the movie, but there was a light flush across her face.

It only took a few seconds to realize what had happened. "You don't have to be so sneaky," he told her with a laugh, leaning over to kiss the top of her head. She looked up at him, her cheeks puffed up and her eyes narrowed, and then the movie skipped again. When he was aware again, he'd been pushed back against the arm of the couch and she was perched between his legs, her lips against his.

This was much more interesting than the movie, so he pulled her closer, kissing her back in earnest. Her eyelashes fluttered against his cheek, and with her eyes shut like this, he thought it was surely the end of that game. But something was wrong with the audio of the movie, which they'd forgotten to turn off, and he realized with a start that the front of his shirt had somehow gotten undone, and the tshirt he wore under it was pushed up a little, and when he understood the situation he chuckled in disbelief.

"Mary! Stop that, come on."

She pouted down at him, moving like she was going to do up his shirt again. He caught her hands and smiled up at her.

"'s embarrassing," she mumbled, looking away. Her cheeks were red. "I wanna do this but it's embarrassing."

He watched her for a second, trying to think of a solution. "I understand," he said, but added, "if you paralyze me like that, then I can't enjoy it."

She flushed a darker red. "Oh."

He was still holding her hands and he pressed her palms to his chest, grinning up at her so she'd know it's okay. "I don't mind," he promised again, and she chewed her lower lip, looking torn, so he leaned up and kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose, and then on the lips. She laughed, unable to stay anxious and embarrassed for long.

Before he knew it she was pushing up his tshirt again, and she shooed his hands away when he tried to help her. It was a good thing that the rest of the gang wouldn't come back till evening, he thought.