post of shame

[psycholawgy]

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[sortileges]

[ Maybe my head was in the gutter... who knows. When she sits down though he twists a little until he can face her. ]

Like last time.

[ He gives her a wide grin. ] Mostly, anyway. [ After saying that his free hand that isn't holding hers still moves to tickle her side. Really he's just relieved she's smiling again now. That they got past this. ]

[psycholawgy]

[ she just gives him a look before giving his other hand a look. you sure you wanna get into a tickle fight now, mister? ]

Really? [ that's all she says at first before going silent. and then she retaliates by tickling his side, too. ]

[sortileges]

[ It's a little unfair really, considering her dress is actually denim (he definitely didn't think this through) and his is thin cotton. He jerks a little, arm trying to clamp down over where her hand just moved.

He ends up biting his lip to stop the laugh that wants to bubble up too. ]

Not really, no-- [ Too late... ]

[psycholawgy]

[ you really didn't think this through, did you, merlin? with your legs like jelly, you can barely move much. athena even takes her other hand away from his just to tickle both sides.

you're going down. ]

[sortileges]

[ His hand yanks on her dress when her other hand pulls away from his, both of her hands tickling him now. He definitely goes down without much of a fight, twisting towards the pillow. He can't hold the laughter back now anyway, even if he ends up sliding over the floor trying to take her wrists and get her to stop.

He just?! wanted?! to lighten the mood?! ]

[psycholawgy]

[ at some point during this tickling session, she decides that it's enough and just flops on top of him, both her hands on his shoulders so he doesn't have to bear too much of her weight on him. ]

Hey.

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[ He's still trying to get his breath back when she flops on top of him, ends up flopped out rather weakly himself. His head tips towards hers, though it's obvious he's still remembering how to breathe at first. ]

Hey.

[psycholawgy]

[ she just rests her head on his chest like a pillow. this feels so nice. so warm.

just like that other night on the rooftop. and it's like whatever happened earlier just went away. she hopes it never comes back, too. ]

It felt so good to say.

[sortileges]

[ Hopefully it never does come back, considering his arms finally move to curl over her back, pulling her down so she doesn't really have to worry about putting her weight on him. He doesn't care.

Speaking of what feels good to say, his eyes flutter closed and he mumbles softly again: ] I love you.

[ Ah... it feels so calming, too, and he wonders (very very briefly) if this is why and how they ended up so wound up like a tornado. ]

[psycholawgy]

[ there's a giggle coming out of her before she relaxes on him. ] Me too. So much.

[ and then a thought hits her. it's not a bad idea or anything, but it might be questionable in meriln's opinion. ]

What you said earlier... can you write it down later on for me?

[ so she can keep it in her box. ]

[sortileges]

[ Is it possible to melt even more into the ground? Possibly. His eyes do peek open when she asks the question though, and his hands shift so one rests at the bottom of her back, the other starting to trace out the words to the poem on her back. ]

The poem?

[psycholawgy]

[ her smile grows wider and she nods excitedly like a little child. ]

Yes, that! I want to put it in my special box.

[sortileges]

[ It's much better like this, he decides, and while it's embarrassing that he told her poetry to try and make her understand... he isn't willing to let this feeling go by being stubborn. ]

I can. Later. I'll find special paper for it too.

[ Hopefully no one ever finds that box... ]

[psycholawgy]

[ she just embraces him now and nuzzles her cheek against his. and maybe kisses him on the cheek, too. there's a hushed whisper of a "yay" before she says: ]

Thanks. I can't wait!

[sortileges]

[ A soft sigh follows as her cheek grazes his. His lips twitch though, and he murmurs: ]

Should I write a love letter too?

[psycholawgy]

[ omg!!! omg!!! she's suddenly very excited, as evidenced by widget lighting up in green. ]

You'd do that? I've never gotten one before! I've only been a messenger for those kinds of things.

[sortileges]

[ And he's a little flustered by how excited she's getting, head even tilting away. ]

Why wouldn't I? [ His hands reach up, attempting to duck her head down a bit. ]

[psycholawgy]

[ is she still winning in he flustering game... ]

Heh... I'd like that. Please?

[sortileges]

[ She's definitely winning now... do sweet things and he melts. ]

I will. You don't have to keep asking. [ Yeah, he's definitely flustered. ]

[psycholawgy]

[ guess who's getting the tightest hug in the whole wide world? just guess. and with her face by the side of his, she's decided to kiss him on the neck, too. ]

[sortileges]

[ The hug is fine. That's nice. It's when she kisses his neck that he jolts a little, shoulder jumping up as if to protect the skin as it tingles all the way down to his fingertips. His breath comes out in a soft puff and he grips at her back tightly. It only takes a second or two to get used to it, but the initial surprise is Something. ]

[psycholawgy]

[ the kiss doesn't last long. it's just there for a little while just so she can feel his warmth, and he can feel hers. ]

I love you. I could keep saying this all night.

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[ It might not last long, but she can probably feel his blood pulsing faster under her lips, at least hear his heart speeding up. ]

I know what you mean. [ His hands shift, one delving into her hair, stroking through the strands slowly. The other slides up to rub the back of her neck. ]

[psycholawgy]

[ that's actually very calming, and the more her strokes her hair, the more tired she feels. eventually, she begins to fall asleep again. ]

[sortileges]

[ Really he should sleep as he has a long day ahead of him tomorrow, but instead he just leans to kiss her forehead, mouth lingering there as his hands move to gently massage her scalp while she starts to drift off. ]