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these next two (and I'm putting up 2 at once because they rhyme, lol) are two of my favourites, so I hope you all like them!

enjoy.

K is for Kick

He finds out the hard (and fun) way that the back's of Juliet's knees are ticklish.

It started off completely innocent; it was how they spent most Saturday mornings. In bed, together, with a book.

Sometimes they read separate books, sometimes the same book over one or the other's shoulder, sometimes they would take turns even reading the book out loud. This particular morning, Sawyer was reading out loud as he sat up against the headboard, Juliet laying perpendicular to him with her head almost hanging off the edge, feet touching the other side of him as her legs draped across his lap.

He was smoothing a hand up and down her calf as he read, only pausing in his stroking to turn a page or push his glasses up onto his nose again.

Juliet lay with her eyes closed, enjoying the sound of his voice, the story, and the feeling of his hand on her skin immensely. It wasn't until he glided his hand over the back of her left knee that she became aware of just how close he was to the one place she was ticklish.

His fingers just brushed the spot before continuing on back down her leg and she relaxed, biting her lip to keep from smiling; he had no idea how close he was to finally finding one of her sensitive places.

He was getting upset, playfully of course, that she found his no problem.

On his next upstroke, though, his fingers stroked over the whole back of her knee and she stiffened a little, biting down hard on her lip. His fingers froze just under her kneecap as they slid around to the front of her knee.

She cursed herself inwardly. He was looking down at her now, green eyes peeking over the top of his glasses and tip of the book.

Sawyer stopped reading when a muffled sound came from Juliet. Was that a laugh? He looked her in the eye and ran his fingers over her kneecap again. She just stared back, lip between her teeth, the picture of innocence.

What the hell had he touched then? He was always looking for where she was ticklish; she found his places with frightening ease.

He ran his fingers around to the inside of her leg and up slowly. Her face blushed for a reason other than being ticklish and he promptly forgot why he was looking in the first place, the second that pretty flush blossomed up her chest and cheeks.

Juliet smiled as Sawyer leaned over her now, pressing her into the mattress and abandoning his search for her spot. His mouth was working over hers now, tongue meeting hers lazily, creating a reaction so strong it forced a soft groan from both of their throats.

He smoothed a hand down her side, over her tank top and over her shorts to her bare skin. She curled her leg around him and his fingers brushed back up again.

He laughed into her mouth when she tugged on his hair.

His hand was on its way back up her body when she jerked, a muffled laugh caught in their mouths. Really? What had he-

Oh.

He retraced his path until his fingers grazed the back of her knee. He detached his mouth from hers and stared down at her with a wicked smirk. Finally. His hand held down her shoulder while the other gripped her leg at the knee, keeping her where she was.

Juliet felt her stomach simultaneously jolt and sink as she saw him figure it out. Her breath quickened as he squeezed above her knee, smirking down at her with a look that screamed trouble.

He fingered the spot again and watched her bite her bottom lip; he knew she wouldn't, and probably couldn't, stop him.

As soon as he brushed it with the full knowledge that it was there, Juliet erupted into laughter and tried, unsuccessfully, to squirm away. He held her down with hips heavy on hers, the hand at her shoulder and kept tickling the spot, grinning wildly as she laughed, tears forming in her eyes.

"Stop! Please, stop!" she was laughing, trying to talk to him. It was too much. She wiggled and couldn't get free. "James, I don't want to-"

And he did it again and her leg jerked, her surprisingly hard kick catching him off guard and flipping him over so he rolled off the bed and hit the floor. Hard.

Juliet swallowed her laughter and wiped the tears from her eyes before rolling over and looking off the foot of the bed. Sawyer was staring up at her in confusion.

What the hell was that? He had been tickling her, enjoying the laughing, wriggling, flushed mess she'd become and then there was a sharp pain in his thigh and he was on the floor, her red cheeks staring down at him.

"Blondie?"

She grinned. "Yes, James?"

"Bit ticklish are you?"

Juliet shook her head. "I have no idea what you're talking about." In that even, cool voice of hers. Her smile gave it away.

Sawyer shook his head and growled as he launched himself off the floor and onto her again, a yelp bursting from her lips.

"I think you're bluffin', sweetheart."

"Prove it," she said breathlessly.

So he did.

hehe. some fluff for you all, a break from sad. so's the next one, in case you're wondering. :)

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