Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon, the characters, or anything.
She yelps helplessly, feeling her heart pounding frantically in her chest.
"No..." the blunette gasps, beautiful cobalt eyes widening as he raises his hands threateningly above her chest. "Don't! Misty - Misty will be here... anytime now!" Dawn screeches out her best bluff, desperately hoping to placate him.
"Is she?" he whispers in a low voice, dark onyx eyes gleaming mischievously. "I can still have my fun with you."
"But... I don't want you to?" Dawn half-asks.
He shakes his shaggy lavender mane in mock disapproval.
"You do," Paul tells her, rolling his eyes, "you just haven't realized it yet."
"But...I love you," she protests weakly.
He nods sagely. "That's why I - "
She shrieks then, knowing all too well what happens next.
"What do you say?" he growls into her ear.
"S-sss-t-t-to-p!" Dawn squeals, tears beginning to form in her eyes.
"I like hearing you laugh," Paul states plainly. His rough calloused hands creep mercilessly onto her back and under her shirt, tracing out the words Dawn + Paul encircled by a heart, and then randomly doodling out designs, successfully tickling his girlfriend's soft sensitive porcelain skin.
"N-nn-o-oot," she hardly manages to gasp, "l-ll-i-k-ahh..."
Paul laughs, looking affectionately at her, a rare smile gracing his face.
Dawn wisely uses this time to catch her breath.
"I hate you, pruny-prune prunehead!" she finally says, fixing her boyfriend with an icy and unforgiving glare.
"Didn't you just say that you love me?" Paul asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, I changed my mind!" Dawn says indignantly, turning away stubbornly.
"You don't mean that," he says dismissively.
The girl flips over on her side, an argument ready on her mouth. It dies abruptly when she feels his lips on hers, tongue starting to snake in. Just as she begins to enjoy their kiss, he jerks his head away.
"Hey..." she says, staring at him in dismay.
"You're trying to distract me," Paul says accusingly.
"From what?" Dawn replies, genuinely puzzled.
"This," he says, reaching over and tickling her half-heartedly.
"Noo..." she whines petulantly, despite the broad grin plastered on her face. "I wanna kiss..." Dawn gazes at him pleadingly, eyes huge with sadness, lips carefully positioned into a delicate pout.
Paul consents willingly, kissing her cherry flavored lips softly. "How's this," he breathes into her mouth, sliding the tip of his tongue behind her front teeth.
The blunette breaks off, a helpless peal of laughter ringing through the air.
"Paulie! You said no more already!"
"Oh, right. I forgot about that. You're too ticklish," he decides teasingly.
"I can't help that. You're the one tickling me anyway." Dawn crosses her arms. "Besides, you did say that you loved hearing me laugh."
Paul nods curtly, studying her face carefully. "You're mad, aren't you?" he says gruffly.
She stares at him in disbelief, lips pressed tightly together.
He runs his hand through his hair, frustrated with himself. "Look, Dawn... I'm sorry...whatever I did... Yeah, I'm sorry. So...sorry, I guess."
She can't help smiling at his apology.
Paul notices immediately.
"Forgiven?" he says tentatively.
"Forgiven," Dawn repeats, hugging him tightly.
They kiss again, this time chastely.
