#benji thread.

"you said you could be interested, right?" the little hesitation does nothing to deter him from moving forward of course, the way his fingers already begin sliding up the outer curve of her thigh and under the skirt she'd worn just for this. sat in his boxers on the gaming chair, the touch alone makes him stiffen with anticipation beneath thin fabric. "what better way to learn what i do for a living? — turn around..." gently, benji guides her until her back faces him, her frame fit between his legs and his hand now between hers. pushing her underwear to the side, he pulls her back towards him until she can feel the press of him against her folds. "just know i'm less patient when it comes to idiots online."

"i knew i'd find you here.... do you ever go home?"

"so i hope you don't take this the wrong way or anything but i did a quick google search on your ex-fiancé. hwang jesper, right? i used to play against him in a few smaller tournaments online. never liked the guy then either." the small bout of laughter is really just to express what a small world it all was. "i don't know that he plays anymore but i can see what you were working with for a bit there."

"okay can you stop winning please?" it's the second to last hole and the gap between their scores is... significant, to say the least. so much so that benji's stopped looking ( and counting ). "what do you think that says about a woman? that she's so good at sinking balls into holes?"

"your... your lizard jumped on it? and it broke? okay, i'm gonna guess that your lizard isn't 200 pounds and crushed the laptop under its weight." nor does the damage suggest such; looks like it fell off from wherever and landed just right to sever the electrical trace to the screen. "wh- huh? no! i can fix this just fine but you should probably just stop breaking things to begin with..."