“Come to beeeddd.” I grumbled.
“Wait until after this level,” you said.
I grabbed the body pillow to my side and growled into it, the muffled noise doing little to distract you from the game.
“Fine! I’ll just cuddle the pillow instead.” I gave an indignant huff. That usually made you pause. Not this time – the sounds of the game were all I heard in response. I launched the body pillow at the desk as hard as I could, though it fell short halfway. This time, there was a small snort.
“S’not funny!” I fumed. I sighed dramatically and flopped on the bed as loud as I could. “You’re not even paying attention to me and I did the cute huff and I, I, HMMFF–” My huff turned into a smothered yelp as I found the body pillow forced into my face, my flailing finally knocking your arm away.
“You’re so cute when you’re like this.” You grinned at me.
“Like what!?” I pouted.
“But you’re even cuter when you’re all tranced out.”
“All…tranced out?” I found myself breathing harder without meaning to, perhaps a bit too excited at the prospect. I barely noticed when you sat next to me and held a hand up to my face.
“Mmhmm. But!” A finger snap brought me out of my reverie. Strange, since I was usually used to the opposite. I shifted, my eyes darting back to the monitor screen which read ‘Paused’. I looked back at you nervously.
“Since I was spending so long on the game, you decide! Within our usual boundaries, of course,” you added.
“Anything?” My ears perked up.
“Within the usual.”
“You woullddd…cuddle with me?” A nod. “Make me food?” A nod. “Hypnotize me?” A nod. I pondered my options.
“Let me hypnotize you?” I tried to hide my expectant smirk.
“Uh…” What would have been a nod stopped in mid-air. “Well sure, if you’re up for it…”
“Realllyyyy?” I teased.
“Hey, you’re the one who never wants to…”
I jumped and put my full weight on you – chest to chest, shoulder to shoulder, eye to eye, hands pinning yours.
“You’re so cute when you’re like this.” I grinned.
“L-like what?” God, you looked so cute.
“But you’re even cuter when you’re all…tranced…out.” I let my words drip into your head, sink into your mind.
“All…tr…” And it had worked, judging from your glassy expression.
“Shh, shh. Look into my eyes, hon.” I bit my lip with anticipation. Eyes were always my favorite fixation to work with.
“…anced…”
“And when I snap my fingers…” I withdrew my hand from yours, now limp and lazily resting on the bed, as I brought it up, ready to snap.
“…You’ll just be in for a world of pleasure, won’t you?”
An aroused, worried whimper – but also desperate.
Snap.
“It’d be a shame if I kept you like this for too long…why, you’d just go mad!” I walked around the room and did my small little evil monologue, peppered with the soundtrack of your moans growing louder, your fumbling hands taking clothes off, begs of please, please, please… I walked by the desk, the accursed ‘Paused’ taunting me. It couldn’t stop me now. Nothing could. I grabbed the controller and resumed the game. I was going to beat the goddamned thing.
“Please, please, please…come, come back, let me…” you pleaded.
“Wait until after this level.”
I had to admit, I got quite the kick and satisfaction out of saying that.
An interesting point was brought up; which person would you be, and which would you rather be, here?
Having the tables turned on me is always top level brainfuel. Always.
