roisa meets animal crossing pt. 6
“So, is it done?” Luisa curled up on the couch next to Rose and nudged her with one foot.
“Hm?” Rose moved away and stared up from her Switch. “Your feet are so cold.”
“Well, then you’re supposed to warm me up.” Luisa scooted a little closer and curled up against Rose, looking at the console in her hands. “What’re you playing?”
Rose showed her the screen – Pokemon, again, like she hadn’t been playing it in a while. Clara the Cinderace stared back at Luisa from their little tent and then stalked off to go play with Rose’s other Pokemon, her other teammates. Then Rose hit the power button and put the console over on the side table. “I’ve gotten a little bored with all of it.” She pressed a kiss to Luisa’s cheek. “This is better.”
Luisa grinned. “Of course, this is better. This is real life.” She interlaced her fingers with Rose’s and gave them a gentle squeeze. “But what I was asking was if your island was done. I noticed you haven’t been playing Animal Crossing at all lately, and—”
Rose winced. “I trashed the whole thing. I got tired of trying to make everything perfect, and I don’t want you to see it.” She looked away, over at her console. “I just don’t want to play anymore.”
“Okay,” Luisa sad with a little nod. “I’m okay with not seeing it. Your island is yours, you know. If you don’t want me there, that’s fine.” She pressed a kiss to Rose’s cheek. “But will you come see mine now? I’ve been waiting for months for you to see it, and it’s been…well, I don’t think it’s ever going to be really done the way I want it because I keep making little changes here and there and getting different recipes and playing around with new ideas, but it’s close, you know? And I just….” She looked down briefly, not meeting Rose’s eyes. “I want you to see it. I’m really proud of it.” She bit her lower lip. “You don’t have to like it or lie about liking it or anything. I don’t care if you like it. I just want you to see it.”
“Liar,” Rose said, kissing Luisa’s forehead. “You care if I like it, otherwise you wouldn’t keep badgering me about seeing it.”
Luisa’s head popped up, and she met Rose’s eyes with a stare. “I want to share something I did and am actually proud of with you! But you don’t have to lie about liking it. You’re not my—”
“Don’t say I’m not your mom because I was your stepmom, young lady, so I can totally—”
“Don’t call me young lady when you’re younger than me.” Luisa stuck her tongue out at Rose and then scowled and made a horrible face. “And quit reminding me that you were my stepmom. It’s not a good feeling. You’re not my stepmom; you’re my wife, and I love you, and ew.” She gave Rose a little shove. “Don’t say that.”
Rose chuckled and brushed strands of Luisa’s hair out of her face. “Okay. I won’t say it again. For a little while, anyway.”
“Ugh, never, Rose. You will never say it again. Please.”
Rose shrugged. “When it causes such a visceral reaction from you? I don’t know, Lu.” She began to curl Luisa’s hair around one of her fingers. “You’re cute when you’re disgusted with me.”
Luisa pouted. “But I don’t like it, Rose. You shouldn’t be so mean to me.” She nudged her with her elbow. “And you should come see my island.”
“Later,” Rose groaned. “I just put it down, and right now,” she wrapped one arm around Luisa’s waist and pulled her closer against her, “I just want to spend time with you. Not on a video game. In real life. In our real house. On our real couch. Not the fake video game ones.”
Luisa huffed a little bit. “Fine. But tomorrow, you’re going to come visit my island and then if you don’t want to play the game ever again after that, then fine, but you’re going to get on one last time tomorrow and see what I’ve made.”
“Tomorrow,” Rose agreed, and she leaned forward, giving Luisa a gentle kiss in an attempt to sooth the frown from her lips. “I’ll go visit tomorrow.” She brushed a hand through Luisa’s hair again and leaned against her. “I’ll put on my best, most me outfit,” she continued, slowly leaning her back, pressing another kiss to Luisa’s cheek, “and I’ll make sure my hairstyle is done just right,” she pressed one to her jaw, “and—”
“Rose,” Luisa interrupted, giving her a blank stare. “Are you trying to use coming to visit me in Animal Crossing as a way to sweet talk me into sex?”
“Only if it’s working,” Rose admitted, meeting her eyes with a sheepish grin. She met Luisa’s eyes. “Is it?”
Luisa held Rose’s gaze. “I’m not sure. It’s kind of making me uncomfortable. I don’t think that’s what Animal Crossing is meant for. It’s a children’s game, Rose.”
Rose just shrugged. “A lot of children’s games are used for a lot of things they aren’t supposed to. Take Twister, for instance.” She pressed another kiss just to Luisa’s pulse point. “That’s supposed to be a children’s game, too, but—”
“Rose.” Luisa put a hand on the center of Rose’s chest and pushed her away ever so gently. “If you want to talk me into sex or turn me on, there are hundreds of other ways you know work. Quit trying to use this one. You can even use lawyer speak because that’s just mumbo-jumbo that I don’t really listen to. But I actually would engage with this conversation, and it’s not sexy.” She frowned. “Speak sexy to me, Rose.”
Rose laughed and nodded, brushing her nose against Luisa’s. “Would it be better if I didn’t say anything at all?” she asked.
Luisa let her head lean to one side, and her eyes sparkled. “No. I like when I make you talk.”