Love Blossom
tickle
Even before they began dating, Haruka held power over Yakumo. It isn't fair.
Sure, he might have his snippy remarks at his command, which usually allow him the last word in a conversation (to which only his uncle was immune), but this is different. It is physical. It counters his remarks; it makes her immune in another way.
Her finger. Yakumo wants to bury his head in his arms just thinking about it. She uses a single finger as a tool of mass destruction against his body.
Just one jab to his side, it doesn't even have to be the ribs, and he was squirming and jumping and ready to climb the nearest wall. It was terrible. Sure, he has now managed to control his reaction enough to merely freeze when she commits the crime, but he has yet to truly overcome it. He is still weak.
Yakumo is at a disadvantage. He has to level the playing field. He needs to.
Deciding it's time for a weapon of his own, he mentally blueprints a plan and executes it throughout the week.
By the end, he thinks he has it figured it out.
Her fingers are in his hair, twisting and erupting small grunts from him at each light pull. She smiles every time.
What started as a kiss as light as air turns very quickly into fire that overwhelms and nips at her toes to keep up. His mouth is soft and firm like always, just like how he cups her face. She is pulled closer to his body and her hand travels from his chest, slowly skimming his neck that makes him slightly shiver, and travel back into his hair, latching on.
Her head swims and her ears ring and she nearly loses strength, but he is now gone and she can only feel his breath blowing against her face, hot and heavy.
Air rushes into her lungs and she murmurs his name again his lips. The sight of her flushed face makes him pull her closer still to capture her lips once more.
Her fingers caress his cheeks, and she kisses him harder while his hands move behind her neck and—
Haruka's back hits the couch. The heat that had been stained on her face flushes away as she stares up at Yakumo's face.
"What was that?"
His face looks alert, his lips slightly plump and Haruka shoves the heat that had travelled up to her head. Yakumo leans down and by gently touching her neck with a brush of his thumb, he makes circles. Eyes nearly closer at the soft gesture, her attention is pricked once more pressure is applied. She squirms and struggles, but takes just a few moments to slap his hand down.
"Revenge," he answers. Looking at him this close, Haruka doesn't miss the twinkle of amusement in his eyes.
She glares and retaliates using her proven method.
A few seconds pass after the attack and right after thawing, Yakumo clenches his teeth and says, "Let's call it even."
Fingers reaching up to latch on his collar and she sits against the couch, she whispers, "Never," before pressing her lips to his once again.
A/N: I upped the rating to be safe. This is similar to deception because I wanted to let Yakumo "win" for once. I guess you can consider this the start of their never-ending tickle war that would, potentially, continue even when they're old and gray.
I'm not very ticklish, but I remembered one of my friends saying their neck was a forbidden area. Regardless, I still decided to do some research, and I immediately burst out laughing when I saw the first result. It was a male asking girls for their ticklish spots so he could tickles his girlfriend. Maybe that could be considered part of Yakumo's week long "research"?