he snuck up behind her while she stood at the kitchen counter, slipped his hands over hers and kissed the side of her neck. “what’cha doin’…?
she giggled, scrunched her neck and tried to pull her hands free, to no avail. “sorting through the mail and being attacked by amorous ticklemonsters!”, she replied.
he pulled her hands up over her head and she linked her fingers behind his neck.
“you do realize that the boys will be home any minute… don’t you?”
“nope.”, he whispered in her ear.
“nope? nope, you don’t know? or nope, the boys won’t be home any minute?”
“hush… I’m busy… enough with the questions.” his hands left hers and trailed down the underside of her arms. “looook what I found….”, he exclaimed, in a mix of boyish delight and sadistic glee that only he could pull off, as his scribbling fingers approached her underarms.
her body tried to wiggle out of reach, but her fingers stayed clasped. she could stay put a little bit longer… she thought… maybe… the tingles grew, and she found herself almost dancing with this ticklemonster behind her. her knees grew weak and she bit her lip to keep the giggles in, but her fingers did indeed stay clasped behind his neck.
these were the moments she had always dreamed of. love, gratitude and dread danced a strange dance through her mind. “don’t analyze it, live it.” that’s what he had taught her, and that’s what she intended to do.
his fingers found the hem of her shirt. “ticklish baby’s got a ticklish belly…”. his fingers wiggled and wandered their way up her shirt. “and she’s got a few other ticklish spots I want to play in too…”
his fingers found her sides and dug in. her hands came unclasped and became fists… but stayed up on his shoulders. it took everything in her not to crumble to the floor.
if she could have formed words… she would have scolded him. instead she just stomped her foot on the floor.
“wassa matter…? does… it… tickle…?” his digging fingers followed her ribs higher.
“yes it tickles, YOU!” she whirled around and kissed him. somewhere during that kiss she found herself backed up against the kitchen counter. his fingers tangled in her hair and gently but firmly pulled her head back.
“ohhhh… you think that tickles…”.
he was growling now.
he nibbled, kissed, devoured… her neck.
“c’mere… I want to show you those other spots I was talking about.” he growl/whispered as he pulled her to their room.
she giggled, scrunched her neck and tried to pull her hands free, to no avail. “sorting through the mail and being attacked by amorous ticklemonsters!”, she replied.
he pulled her hands up over her head and she linked her fingers behind his neck.
“you do realize that the boys will be home any minute… don’t you?”
“nope.”, he whispered in her ear.
“nope? nope, you don’t know? or nope, the boys won’t be home any minute?”
“hush… I’m busy… enough with the questions.” his hands left hers and trailed down the underside of her arms. “looook what I found….”, he exclaimed, in a mix of boyish delight and sadistic glee that only he could pull off, as his scribbling fingers approached her underarms.
her body tried to wiggle out of reach, but her fingers stayed clasped. she could stay put a little bit longer… she thought… maybe… the tingles grew, and she found herself almost dancing with this ticklemonster behind her. her knees grew weak and she bit her lip to keep the giggles in, but her fingers did indeed stay clasped behind his neck.
these were the moments she had always dreamed of. love, gratitude and dread danced a strange dance through her mind. “don’t analyze it, live it.” that’s what he had taught her, and that’s what she intended to do.
his fingers found the hem of her shirt. “ticklish baby’s got a ticklish belly…”. his fingers wiggled and wandered their way up her shirt. “and she’s got a few other ticklish spots I want to play in too…”
his fingers found her sides and dug in. her hands came unclasped and became fists… but stayed up on his shoulders. it took everything in her not to crumble to the floor.
if she could have formed words… she would have scolded him. instead she just stomped her foot on the floor.
“wassa matter…? does… it… tickle…?” his digging fingers followed her ribs higher.
“yes it tickles, YOU!” she whirled around and kissed him. somewhere during that kiss she found herself backed up against the kitchen counter. his fingers tangled in her hair and gently but firmly pulled her head back.
“ohhhh… you think that tickles…”.
he was growling now.
he nibbled, kissed, devoured… her neck.
“c’mere… I want to show you those other spots I was talking about.” he growl/whispered as he pulled her to their room.
