Zenith tilts her head to deepen the kiss as she presses her body even more into his as she slides into his lap, straddling his legs. 

Lennon rolls her eyes. “I wouldn’t want to distract you. Besides they’re only for you,” she winks. “How about this? If you win more games than me, then you get ten minutes of whatever you want to do with me. With or without whatever. How does that sound?” She smirks.