Gwen side part 1: Ice cream by phantomdemon

Gwen sat next to her, not a date.

To her Cousin Ben.

The two eating their Ice Cream as they discussed plans, when she had an idea.

She reached over, and grabbed Ben's hand.

"Um...Dweeb, what are you doing?" He asked, as he looked at her, looking down at her hand that had grabbed his, as she did her best to put on a straight face, even as she was squealing inside.

"What's it look like?" Gwen shot back, forcibly keeping her voice level. "I'm stopping you from playing with that watch of yours."

"It looks like to me, that you're just holding my hand." Ben shot back, looking unimpressed.

Gwen, however, realized she had an opportunity.

She grinned at Ben, as, looking into his eyes she moved her fingers, so they were locked together.

"Oh, is that so? Why? You chicken?" Gwen teased, even as her heart raced.

Ben's eyes narrowed, and Gwen's breath caught as he tightened his grip...holding her hand even harder. "I'm no chicken." He said, that boyish pride Gwen loved leaking into his being.

"How are you going to prove that then, huh?" Gwen continued to push, not fully believing this was working, and unwilling to stop. "Going to keep holding my hand then?"

Ben let loose a growl that sent all sorts of feelings rushing through Gwen.

"If that's how you want to do it fine. I'll keep holding your hand until you get sick and tired of it. Over and over again." Ben declared, as Gwen felt lightheaded.

This was going perfectly.

"Bet." She declared, sealing this game of chicken for as long as Ben had his pride, and so long as Gwen wanted Ben's hands in hers.