Rory

Five minutes, baby, five minutes." Johnny reassured his girlfriend for the millionth time in the day. His fingers swiped along the buttons skillfully, eyes glued to the blue light in front of him. His headset was enclosed over his ears as Gibsie yapped on about useless shite. Sure, maybe Johnny was a bit addicted to video games. It wasn't the worst thing to be addicted to, anyway. Cough, cough, Joey. "Shit, fuck," Johnny swore to himself as he swerved attacks by a millimeter, ignoring his friends berating him through the headphones. "Fuckers." It was safe to say that Johnny's mam buying him a new, slick screen for his last birthday wasn't the smartest decision.

He brushed away the sound of his girlfriend again, feeling a bit of guilt for ignoring her, but it was in the back of his mind. He needed to finish this play. "A minute, sweetie," Johnny promised her emptily, pressing down with his index to kill an animated character. Johnny's friends crooned about Tríona on the other end, mocking him about saying 'sweetie', to which Johnny shut them down with a sharp; "Fuck yourselves."

Johnny's tension was building up as the timer counted down from twenty. "Shit, shit..." Johnny felt his jaw clench as his fingers moved faster on the buttons, and he felt Tríona's small hand brush on his arm. He shook her off promptly and barked, a bit too harshly; "Not now, Tríona." He could feel bad about it after he won. Five, four, three, two... He jumped as Tríona grabbed onto his arm fully now. Johnny felt anger bubble up in his stomach, and his threw his headset aside. "Jaysus, baby, please-" He started to snap, only to catch sight of her over his shoulder, and his words died on his tounge.

Any protest he previously had were cremated as he stared at his girl. The buzzing of his friends demanding where he had gone on the headset was just background noise, because holy Jesus, this girl was standing in front of him in a blue set of lingerie. Johnny's favorite color on his favorite body. Practically the whole set was mesh, save for the floral-patterned cups on her breasts. The fabric of the dress and panties were thin and transparent, and Johnny swore he'd ascended. Or maybe descended, because where this girl was taking him sure wasn't heaven. Johnny didn't hesitate. His hand reached out and jabbed the power button on the entire computer program, shutting it down. Johnny wanted to grab every part of her at once. Her ass, her stomach, her breasts, her legs, her hair... Whatever else there was to grab, Johnny wanted it.

"Jaysus Christ, woman," Johnny choked out, adjusting himself. "Give a lad a bit of warning next time." Despite his words, Johnny was grabbing at her, pulling her closer, slipping the material of the lace panties between his two fingers. "Holy shit, baby." He would quit video games for his entire life if she promised to wear this more often. "What if the goddamn camera had been on? The lads could've seen you." He couldn't contain the growl in his low voice.