Sam and Luna play a game

>It was a relatively late night for the Loud House.
>But Sam and Luna were still up.
>Luna managed to rig a Raspberry Pi up for a proper arcade experience of Garou: Mark of the Wolves, and the two had been at it the entire night.
>Sam hadn't blinked in over an hour.
>Luna hadn't peed since noon.
>They were on game One-hundred-fifty-three in a first to a hundred set, and neither were going to give ground.
>"I'm so over chasing that bitch."
>"Then why'd you pick Gato? Gato hates this matchup."
>"Because you remind me of B. Jenet so much."
>"Because I'm an annoying bitch?"
>"No, because you make me wanna run after you."
>"That's the gayest thing I've heard from you all night."
>"That's nothing. You wanna hear something really gay?"
>Sam cocked an eyebrow.
>"What?"
>"I'm gonna tickle you so hard if you land that super."
BASSSSHHHHHHHHH
K.O.!
B. JENET. WIN!
>The tackle was immediate.
>Luna had her hands around Sam, and soon began to tickle right around the top of her ribcage.
>Sam began to giggle furiously.
>This only spurred Luna on as she tickled everywhere she could remember.
>Just to catch her breath at last, Sam brought her lips to Luna and squished them together.
>The two lay there for a moment, enjoying the time they had alone together.
>When they finally let go, a small trail of saliva dissipated.
>Lincoln's jaw dropped.
>He hadn't seen his sister kiss ANYONE, much less like that.
>Luna caught the boy through the corner of her eye.
>"Enjoying the show, Love? Want me to get a camera so you can take a bloody picture?"
>Lincoln bolted back into his room and slammed the door.
>He could get a drink of water later.
>Sam looked at Luna dreamily.
>"You're so mean."
>"I do the best Thom Yorke impressions for you, Love."
>"That's stupid. But I love it."
>Luna looked at the TV.
>"Bloody hell, what was our score?"
>"I don't care anymore. Let's just be gay together."
>"You know me too well, Sam."
>The two met lips once again, and kissed the rest of the night away.