Nate doesn't complain about his job too much, but sometimes he can't wait to come home and watch some TV. He put on his Green Lantern shirt and sat down in his chair and flipped on the television. Five minutes until Monday Night Raw. He couldn't wait.

DING DONG!

Oh crap, he thought. Monica was coming over tonight to hang out. No sense in calling it off. He went to the door and greeted her.

"Hey Monica! Glad you could make it!"

"Hi Nate. No sweat, I've been meaning to have some quality time with you."

They went to the couch to sit down. Neither were hungry as they had eaten beforehand.

"So, what's on the tube?" Monica asked.

"Well, I was just about to turn on Monday Night Raw." Nate smiled back.

"Awww, but that's so violent! Let's watch Hell's Kitchen!" She grabbed the remote and turned it to the channel the show was on.

"Oh, and I suppose Gordon Ramsay is child-friendly?" He took back the remote and flipped it back to USA and the WWE. Monica kept reaching for the remote, but Nate moved it out of her reach, prompting her to crawl up on him and fight for it.

"Come on, Nate! You can see the results on the internet!"

"So can you, Monica!" He started to giggle at this point.

"But I'm your guest!"

"But it's my house!"

"Come on.... Almost... Got... It..."

"Hey, careful, you're gonna make us both fa---WOOOAHHH!"

They fell to the floor in front of the couch. Monica was on top of Nate, in an awkward position. They couldn't help but stare into each others' eyes. Nate smirked at the situation.

"So, is a kiss out of the question or--mmph!"

No sooner had those words escaped his lips had Monica pressed hers against his. Nate, whose hormones were starting to build up, emphatically returned the kiss. They laid there on the ground kissing for roughly 30 seconds. Finally, they broke off the lip lock and smiled lustily at each other.

"How about we turn off the TV and head to the bedroom intead, Nate?"

"I'd say that's something we can both agree on."

Nate picked up the remote and pressed the power button, turning the Boob Tube off. He then took Monica by the hand and led her to his bedroom, where he slowly shut the door. Not the quality time Monica was thinking of, but as far as she was concerned, this alternative was just as good. Heck, it was better.

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