Marthe Woertman Imagines

Laser Tag

Marthe and I and bunch of our friends planned to go play laser tag today. All the friends we are seeing today all know we both have feelings for each other but both of us have never acted on them. When ever they would lightly tease us about us potentially kissing or slipping innuendos, we would both blush and look away brushing it off. We all planned to play 2 rounds of laser tag. In the first one Marthe and I were in different teams. I myself am terrible at aiming and not fit enough to run everywhere. I knew I was terrible at playing laser tag but tried my best anyways. When the game was about to end I ran to a corner trying to hide and not die again. What I didn't expect was for Someone to tap on my shoulder. When I turned around i realised it was Marthe. I thought she was just gonna shoot me and run off but to my surprise she didn't. She looked deeply into my eyes and walked towards me. Every step she took towards me I took a step back, until my back touched the wall. Marthe was staring at me so intensely I couldn't think of what to say. Marthe got very close to my face, so close I could feel her breath on me. I glances at her lips that were dangerously close to mine, then looked back into her eyes. She then kisses my lips taking my breath away. When she pulls away and sees me look of shock on my face she smirks, looks at the time then shoots me and walks off. When all of that happened all I could think of was the kiss. I put my fingers up to my lips the feeling of her lips on mine still lingering. I jump when the buzzer that the game was over went off because I was so lost in thought. I slowly walk to the starting point still stunned. Our friends notice me being very out of it so one of them snapped their fingers in my face. I snapped out of it and looked at them questioningly. They start teasing me about having dreamy eyes and ask who I was thinking about it I brushed it off. I quickly regain my composure as we walk to a vending machine for drinks before playing our second round. When walking there I steal glances at Marthe wondering what was going through her mind after that kiss hoping it meant something to her too. I mean she is the one who kissed me but I still was still unsure about her feelings towards me. When we were all at a table sitting drinking out drinks I sat across from Marthe. Randomly I would feel her playfully kicking my shoe. I would look up everytime but only see her looking away acting like nothing happened smirking.
Second game Marthe and I are in the same team this time. Everyone was teasing at how Marthe is going to be my knight in shining armor judging by how bad I was at the game. I blushed and looked down, Marthe had a gleam in her eye as if she had an idea. When the horn blared that the game has started, Marthe instantly grabs my hand and we find somewhere to hide. "Marthe slow down I'm short remember?!" I whisper yell at her. She tries to slow down but I'm still struggling to keep up. Eventually we find somewhere where we could hide for the time being. I couldn't get my mind off her hand still in mine and the kiss earlier. I was about to ask Marthe about the kiss but when I looked up at me she was already looking at me with a questioning glance probably wondering why I was so lost in thought but probably also knowing why. I took this opportunity to ask her quietly "Did that kiss mean anything to you?" I ask kind of scared of rejection but needing to know her answer. She gave me a shocked look at first and when I was about to give up she grabbed me and got close making sure I heard her and said "Of course it meant something to me." My eyes widen at her answer. She then gets closer and kisses me again but this time for longer. We then hear one of our friends shout "OMG!" We quickly pull away shocked and looked up to the second level to see one of our friends from the enemy team. We took the opportunity while she was stunned, we both aimed out guns at her and before she could react we shot her. Marthe and I then turn to each other and smiled. We then hear more of our friends come out of their hiding spots to ask what happened. Both Marthe and I smirked at each other and won the game for our team. When we walked to the exit we had our hands interlocked. When our friends came into view they made whistle calls noticing our joined hands. I look up at Marthe smiling and she looks at me smirking then kisses me on the back of my hand.