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Jarvis crept over to where you were sat in an overly jovial mood.
“Oh sugar, do you know what tonight is?” he sing-songed, the all-too familiar sound of a box rattling behind his back.
In unison, despite the contrast in your tones,
"Jenga Night!"
Now, don't think that just because it always ends up in an argument, that tonight may be different... But as always he's wearing that cocky grin as he sets up the tower, his small pink tongue darting out to wet his lips in concrntration. Despite being all lanky and limbs, he makes a great deal of fluidity in his movements, not that you mind — snickering to yourself.
He snapped you out of your trance as his voice hung out in the air again,
“Earth to my love, hello?” Your head suddenly jerked to see he'd finished setting the game up, now sat cross-legged on the opposite side of the table to you. “Thought I'd have to resurrect you, princess.” He smiled playfully, offering you one of those pretty eyelash flutters.
“Come on, game won't play itself will it love?”
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Half-way through the game, it seems the tower is starting to topple, your quite literally sweating, and Jarvis is wearing this shit-eating grin, you can feel it burning into you as you reach for the brick.
“Mmh..” He let the ridiculously pleasure sound escape his.. Stupid.. Soft.. Pink lips.. And you couldn't help but snap, taking your hand off the brick much to his chagrin.
“Are you just going to be a twat like this the whole night?!” He was taken aback, his face flushing and that smirk wiped off immediately
“I'm sorry, lovely." He murmured, leaving and awkward silence before you reached for the brick again, sending the whole tower tumbling into his lap.
He bit his lip so hard he thought he might draw blood, holding back a laugh at the ultimate demise of the game.
“Another win for The Jarvis Cocker?” He mused, cooing when he saw your pout. You could ball up your hands into fists and punch that stupid face off him. But, the pooling of anger in your chest soon turned into something else..
You found yourself crawling over to him, pushing the bricks from his lap to make way for — well, you.
“Shut your mouth you cunt.” Your lips crashed against his in a smoldering kiss. He let a small sound of delight out, the vibrations echoing in your head like reflections in a house of mirrors.
“Someones a little fiesty now aren't we, princess?” Jarvis breathed into your mouth, gripping into your shirt as you tangled your fist into his soft chestnut locks. The air between you both felt limited, even if you could never run out — technically, it felt like you were. Whimpers spilled past your lips as you squirmed in his lap, his hands now steadying your hips.
He quipped, “Easy now, Tiger..” stroking up your side as he bit down on your lip, his tongue asking for access once again as it prodded past.
Reluctantly, you pulled away, your face flushed and hot.
“I love you, even if you're a prick when we play Jenga.” Jarvis sighed, pressing his forehead against yours “Well I love you too, even if you're bad at Jenga.”