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The doorbell sounded loudly, causing Kim to reluctantly drop her TV remote and lift her legs off her red couch. She plodded over to the front door and opened it, frowning unknowingly.

"Hello Quim." The three troublemakers announced in unison. The 
As soon as Kim heard the voices, she attempted to slam the door in the hats' faces but was halted by an arm, presumably Ross', who pushed it in Kim's direction once again.

Giving in to the inevitable, she sighed as she opened the door fully and sarcastically gestured for the guys to enter.

"Thank you." Trott responded with the same sarcasm and happily walked into Kim's living room after removing his shoes.
"Thanks for inviting us.." Ross shrugged as he walked in after Trott.
"Cheers Quim." Smith ruffled Kim's hair, smirking.

Kim glared at Smith and stood on tiptoes, attempting to do the same but giving up within five seconds after accepting that her plan wouldn't work.

All three were familiar with Kim's household due to their weekly gaming/Netflix marathons and made themselves comfortable on the couch Kim had just been laying on.

"D'you want any drinks after you've finished taking over my living room?"
"Don't wanna get too drunk tonight, I gotta drive home. Save the Jack Daniels for later, yeah?" Smith stated.
"Ross, Trott?"
"Nah, I'm alright."
"Maybe later, I gotta drive Ross home."

Kim rolled her eyes and plodded over to the TV and switched some settings, fiddling with different wires and controllers. She turned back to face the three guys.

"You want to play a game?"
"Oh, I'll play a game with you." Smith gritted his teeth and wiggled his eyebrows seductively as Kim giggled.
"#STIFFYFORSMIFFY" Trott announced.

"Oh for fucks sake, what game do you guys want to play?" Kim said, yet killing the firm vibe by giggling.
"CoD?"
"Hannah took my copy."
"How about that joust-y game on sports friends?" Trott suggested.
"Sure."

Kim swiftly inserted the game and set everything up quickly. She handed each boy a controller, brushing over Smith's hand a tad longer than intended. Internally blushing, Kim turned her back hastily and began the game.

Trott moved out to the far right of the row with Ross next to him, followed by Smith then Kim, on the far left.
"Joust!"the game announced.

Trott immediately flung his right arm towards Ross, taking both of them out. Smith looked at Kim. Kim stared back. After holding the gaze, they both snapped back to reality and whacked each other's faces, Smith putting a little too much force into the push and shoved Kim over.

"HOLY SHIT!" Ross and Trott exclaimed, covering their mouths with their hands.
"You alright, Quimothy?" Smith asked, somewhat smugly.

Kim glared and began the next round.
The four played for almost an hour before watching a string of horror movies. Trott signalled to Ross before turning to Kim and Smith.

"I think we'd better go, it's nearly 1am, Katie's probably worried shitless."
"Yeah, it's getting late, we'll see you at work tomorrow, yeah?" Ross finished, smoothly.

"Do we have to go now?" Smith whined like a child.
"You can stay longer Smith... I mean... If you want...." Kim trailed off, slightly regretting her words.
"Do you want me to stay, Quimmy?" He smirked.
"Is... Is that a trick question?"
"Ha, maybe," Smith cocked his head and sat back into the couch, "alright, I'll stay a while."
"Bye! See you guys tomorrow!" Kim chirped, to Trott and Ross.

After goodbyes were said, Smith and Kim sat back in the living room.
"You wanna play joust again?" Kim suggested.
"Sure, why not, I've been waiting to increase my winning streak for quite some time now." Smith smirked, earning a punch to the shoulder.

Smith picked up two controllers displaying blue lights as Kim grabbed the orange pair, she was ready for a fight.

"JOUST" the game announced.
Smith turned to face Kim and looked deeply into her eyes. He launched himself into her direction, in hopes to knock out both her controllers in one.

However, every unthought plan presents unpredictable outcomes.

Kim jabbed out her right leg, causing Smith to trip beautifully. He landed with a thud, both him and Kim slamming their eyes shut, waiting to embrace the impact.

Kim lifted her eyelids slowly.

A pair of piercing blue eyes stared longing back into her deep chocolate pair. After taking a second to realise the current situation with Smith's legs on either sides of hers and hands slammed down firmly beside her head, the redness became clear as day on her face.

"Sm...smith..." She whispered.
"Yes, Kim?" He answered back carelessly.
"C...could you... Move please?"
"I want to hear you say my name."
"Smith."
"My first name."
"A...Alex..." Kim blushed brighter. She had no solid clue why saying her co-worker's name was so hard... Maybe it was the positioning... Maybe it was something more...

"And what do you want from me?"
"I don't know..."
"Yes you do."

Smith connected his lips to Kim's, still retaining the awkward positioning. Kim's eyes shot open in shock before reluctantly kissing back. Smith began kissing a trail down her neck before staring back into her eyes.

"I'll ask again, Kim, what do you want from me?" Smith asked.
"I... Nothing..." She averted her eyes quickly.
"Such disobedience will not go unpunished but we'll get to that part later." He smirked before leaning down to kiss her once again.

Suddenly the front door burst open as two men strode in. 
"HELLO YER WANKERS!" The shorter one announced.
"Yeah, Trott left his wallet here, yer prick, have..." The two newcomers had fully viewed the situation. 
"Oh."

"Sorry mate, did we interrupt your session?"
"Yeah, you kinda did, do you mind...?" Smith said casually, still yet holding the pinning position.

"At least we know what sort of person you are now, Quim... DIRTY" the taller of the two grinned.
"Ross! Trott!! Get out!! And you saw nothing ok?!?!?" Kim squealed, redder than a ripe tomato.

Trott and Ross simultaneously stuck their hands up in defence.
"We won't mention it to anyone ok?"
"We'll have it as our little secret" trott tapped his nose twice.

"However what is to come later will only be ours, Quim."
"Sh...shuddup."

"I win," Smith stated, "and you know, the loser always gets punished."

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