[A/N: This is to compensate for the delay. Btw, 5 advance chapters in patreon :)
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Gemma's laugh - the real one, louder and more boisterous than the one she used in the office - was electric to you. She was always a little playful in the office, teasing and smirking, matching wits. But as you both slowly made your way through your beers and roamed the arcade part of the bar, popping a coin in here or there to play the different games, it was like Gemma came to life.
First, she was weirdly good at games she'd never played before, but terrible at ones that she knew. This obviously frustrated her, but she took it in stride and laughed her ass off as she fumbled classic Pacman, or went 0 and 10 against you in air hockey despite actually trying. Then she crushed you in Street Fighter 2, just mashing buttons, and she was scary good at the games where you aimed a fake gun and shot whatever was flying at the screen. She was even better at the fake hunting ones.
Eventually, you ended up at the bank of skeeball machines. You both fed a coin into side-by-side machines, and Gemma gave you one of her patented teasing smirks as the music started playing and the lights started flashing. "So, I've got to admit something," she said.
"Oh, yeah? Are you about to shark me?" you asked.
"Well, yes. My Uni student centre had a few of these, and I've been in a beer league for a couple of years," she said. "I'm... well, I'm gonna crush you."
"Then let's make a bet," you said. "What do you want if you 'crush' me?"
"No, no, no," she said, shaking her head. "You're suggesting it, you say what you want first."
"OK," you said. "If I win, I need a redemption kiss. You surprised me with that last one, and I want to leave a better impression."
She rolled her eyes at that. "Well if that's the case, I guess I shouldn't bet a kiss as well, huh?" You chuckled as she thought for a moment, and then her eyes lit up with an idea. "I know!" She leaned in a bit, whispering over the sound of the games around you, "If I win, I get to take a sneaky feel of your bulge. Just to check if what I caught a glimpse of was what I thought it was. But then no matter what happens on this date, it doesn't make an appearance on this date."
Your eyebrows had gone up as she spoke, and she had a teasing smile as she pulled back to watch you think. "I think to keep things balanced when I win, my kiss is guaranteed with tongue, and light groping."
"Define light groping," she smirked.
You pursed your lips as if thinking, and pretended to push up imaginary glasses before miming writing out a contract. "I believe in this instance, we'll define Light Groping as the touching of sides, the sides of breasts, hips, and ass, but lacking in significant squeezing, honking or otherwise firm pressure."
"I think we can agree in principle," Gemma said, also stepping into a mimery of formal legalese. "But for clarity, it should also include the male chest, and light over-the-pants nudges to the penal region."
"You want to nudge the prison in my pants?" you asked her.
"You know what I mean," she chuckled.
"Alright, it's a bet," you said, holding out your hand, and she shook it smartly with one firm pump.
You both turned, hit the blinking 'Start' buttons on our skeeball machines, and started rolling balls.
Gemma began strong, hitting some early high points, but the thing was that while you may not have been a Secretary or Bartender Whisperer, you had some excellent hand-eye coordination. You quickly caught up to her, and she may not have been great practice considering she'd just spent an entire semester not competing in her beer league.
You were both down to your final balls, and we were neck in neck when you rolled. Gemma nailed a 9000-point ball, spiking ahead, but you hit an 8000-point one with a lucky bounce bringing the scores to... dead even.
Gemma burst out laughing, and took the last swig of her beer and set it down. "OK, I admit, you were a lot better than I expected. Now what?"
"I think we're both winners here, how about that?"
"Mmm, I like that idea," Gemma grinned, then slid forward and wrapped her hands around your waist. First, you leaned over and picked up the yellow flower she had been carrying around with her purse through the bar. You broke the stem in half and you placed the flower over her ear, tucking her hair around it, making her smile brightly. Then you leaned forward, bringing your lips to within an inch of hers, breathing in the smell of her - a soft fruity smell from her shampoo, a light note from perfume, and the warm undercurrent of alcohol. You placed one hand on her hip, taking one of her hands from your with the other and holding it like you were about to dance salsa.
Gemma broke the anticipation, leaning in and up into the kiss, and you tested her lips with your tongue as you pulled her just a little closer, chest to chest, and eased your right hand down to cup her ass lightly. She kissed you back, eagerly testing your tongue with hers. Her hand on your hip rose up to your side, and then your chest, and then higher to hold the side of your neck. Your other hands entwined fingers.
"Hey, get a room!" someone in the arcade yelled, and you broke apart giggling and flushed.
"You ready to go grab some food?" you asked.
"Just one more game," Gemma said, your hand still in hers, and she pulled you towards the coin machine. "I need to beat your ass in Dance Dance Revolution before we leave."
"Oh, God," you groaned. You had hand-eye coordination and decent rhythm, but hand-foot?