"No way in Hell are we watching that!"
Matt, his dirty blonde ponytail swinging with the momentum, turned to look into the eyes of his irate girlfriend, (Name). He paused the game he'd been watching and raised an eyebrow at the puffing shorter chubbier girl.
"...Why not?" He asked, eyebrow still raised.
She snarled at him. "You know damn well why not! It's girls hockey for the Olympics and Netherlands is in the Finals! You know how much I love that team!"
Recognition shone in Matt's eyes for a second as he carefully handed you the remote. You huffed and plopped down on the couch. Usually Matt would try and keep you from watching the game, but he remembered what happened last time and did not want a repeat performance of 'that incident'.
... He still had teeth marks from where you'd bitten him.
He shifted slightly so he'd be sort of half-cuddling with you. It was strange, ever since starting a relationship with you, Matt had started touching you more, hugging you impulsively or even snuggling with you whenever he had the chance (usually when you were reading one of your favorite books and he was bored out of his mind because there was no hockey to watch).
You had to admit, it was nice cuddling with the much taller blond man, even though he sometimes was aggravating with his stoic facial expressions. Sighing happily, you two watched the match together. Occasionally you would jump up to whoop and cheer your team on, but you'd immediately cuddle back with Matt.
The Canadian smirked mischievously as he moved ever so slightly during one of your whooping jumps so that when you sat back down, you were sat on his lap instead of cuddling into his side.
You squeaked and blushed brightly, peeking back at Matt and smiling at him shyly. You were distracted from the slight awkwardness of the position by the game going on.
Matt enjoyed having you sit on his lap, partially because he could hug you and rest his chin on the top of your (H/C) head. Primarily it was because of how comfortable you felt in his arms. He preferred your chubbiness compared to other women as it made it better when snuggling up to you. You were like his big warm pillow.
Your thighs and bum weren't uncomfortably bony and even if you complained that you were far too heavy to sit on his lap, Matt liked the reassuring weight of your body.
Matt was brought out of his musings as you jumped up once again and started cheering and dancing happily. He looked at the T.V, blinking blearily for a second.
The Netherlands had won.