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“Prepare to eat dirt!”
Those were the last words you heard before Carmine grabbed your wrists and pinned you to the ground, grinning triumphantly.
“Ow, okay, you win!” you giggled, holding up your hands in surrender. Playful wrestling with your girlfriend always ended this way, but you never minded.
“Of course I won,” Carmine smirked as she laid down on top of you, “Now you’re mine!”
“You mean you’re CAR-mine?” you snickered.
“Oh shut up,” Carmine sighed, “That pun was terrible.”
“I know, but I like it,” you said, giving her a cheeky smile.
“Just for that, you’re not getting any kisses until you apologize for that dreadful joke,” said Carmine, trying to hold back a smile herself.
“Oh, Carmine!” you fake-gasped, “That’s such a cruel punishment!”
“Yeah?” Carmine started giggling in earnest.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry for making that stupid pun,” you said, putting on your best fake-pleading eyes.
“Apology accepted,” Carmine laughed as she gave you a kiss on your lips.
She loosened her grip on your wrists, which gave you just enough time to pounce. You grabbed her shoulders and tackled her back to the ground, this time with you on top.
“I guess you’re Car-MINE now, eh?” you grinned.
“Screw you,” Carmine grinned back, before she kissed you fiercely again.