Tickle

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Tickle

Her hand smoothed his hair back and out of his eyes. Quietly, she peered at him. In the darkness, even the subdued tone of the yellow desk lamp made their eyes catch fire. Brown gazed into Green.

The warmth of her sweater felt good, spread eagled over his body. As she leaned on her hands, her elbow against his chest, his own hand mimiced her and pushed the lockes of hair out of her face. Turning, his hand cupped her face. Thumb caressing the soft cheeks of her smile.

Head turned, she kissed his palm. Then his wrist. Burrowing into his shoulder, she mouthed at his neck. Feeling his squirming body underneath hers. Arms around each other, they flipped. It was the man's turn to lean an elbow onto a chest -- though his hand rested around her breast, playfully squeezing it as he looked from her eyes, to her nose, to her lips and back up again. His hand swept down from her breast to her side.

Her giggle at the light tickling pulled his face into a cheeky grin. She murmored for him not to, a laughter in her eyes. Pushing his luck, feigning ignorance, and mischievously he ran his hand down her side again. Her arms came up to stop him, his hands met her's before they could stop and he pulled her arms above her head and hovered over her face.

His breath on her face, she lay waiting. Anticipating another tickle. Instead, his lips pressed to hers. Letting go of her hands, he felt her bring them to his waist. Her body was tense underneath his, and he smiled as she grabbed his waist, holding back his laughter and pretending it didn't tickle.

She tried again, wriggling her fingers against his ribs. In response he buried his face between her shoulder and the bed, laughing into her ear. Her legs wrapped around him, holding him in place as she tickled his sides some more.

Something wet made her scream happily and her hands grabbed his body. Pulling it closer as his tongue tickled her ear and his teeth nibbled the lobe. Her laughter turned to short sighs of pleasure as he worked his way from ear to the jawline and down her neck. Poised over her stretching like a cat, he smiled.

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