Clockwork has no clue how you broke her defenses. You’re both women, definitely what she prefers. You endured the blunt, rude side of her before you two started dating. Now, she’s only a bit more mindful of what she says, but what really changed is her attitude, the way she now wants to be near you.

“Times up, baby. You lost,” She teases, giving you a side glance. It’s followed by a smirk, the stitches on the side of her mouth only making it more taunting. She sets the controller down, glancing back at the word ‘game over’ in bold on the television.

She always wins in this game, and since she’s so accustomed to that, she has a habit of making little bets each time they play, knowing she’ll win. It’s just a timed combat game, and it amuses her to see you pout and complain, saying she cheated or was spamming. She leans back against the couch, acting as if it’s her space, despite the fact that is is definitely your living room.

“You know what you owe me. My lips feel a little cold, don’t you think?” her voice is teasing, her words bold as she eyes you.