The Player's Game

Play Fight

Draw stared down at her phone. Gene was hovering around her with her hand in his.
"What are you doing?" Gene inquired.
"Nothing. Just on Twitter." Draw replied. Gene grabbed Draw's phone and took off running.
"Hey! Bring that back!" Draw shouted, running after him.
He was fast, but she was faster. She wrestled him to the ground and reached for her phone, both laughing their heads off. Gene peppered her face with kisses, trying to distract her. He flipped them over so he was pinning her down while holding her phone over his head.
"You jerk! Give it back!" Draw demanded.
"Call me 'mi amour' first." Gene teased.
"Hugh... Por favor mi amour?" Draw cupped his face and gave him puppy dog eyes. Gene handed her her phone.
She grabbed his phone, wriggled out from underneath him and took off with both of their phones. Gene screamed profanities at her in Spanish.
He caught up to her and tackled her. She flipped to face him and gave him his phone. He leaned down to kiss her and gently layered his lips on hers. He slipped his hands under Draw's uniform's blouse. Gene ran his fingers over her bra's fabric before pulling back from the kiss.
"Is that lace?" Gene giggled. Draw slapped him across the face, her face turning beet red.
"Who gave you permission to touch me like that?" Draw snapped. Gene just laughed and tickled her.
Draw squealed and started kicking around.
"Ticklish, hu?" Gene teased. Draw was laughing so hard she was crying.
"S- Stop! Please!" Draw begged. She attempted to push him off, thrashing around to slide away. He finally stopped, letting the girl breathe.
"So, you like lace?" Gene taunted. Draw turned red and looked away.