Tickle
It was late when the pair curled up on the rather small bed in the room they shared. Lincoln slid his arm around Octavia, intending to pull her close to him, his fingers skimmed over her thin tank top, along her ribcage.
Octavia squirmed lightly, curious, Lincoln did it again, this time getting a muffled laugh. He smiled, shifted to bring his other hand up, his fingers skimming both sides of her ribcage. "Lincoln! Quit." She wiggled and laughed.
Getting a rare all out grin from Lincoln, he gripped her sides and skimmed again, causing his lover's body to buck as she laughed. "Knock it of." She said as she was laughing so hard tears were starting to come out.
She pushed at his chest as he was now hovering over her as he tickled her. "How did I not know you were so ticklish?" He asked as he grinned.
He kept it up for several minutes before finally letting her push him back. She was panting and laughing, grinning at Lincoln. Leaning up she kissed him lightly. "I'm gonna find your ticklish spot one of these days.
That caused an actual laugh from Lincoln. "Good luck with that." He teased as he pulled her to his chest, she snuggled close, laying her head on his chest as she sighed softly.
She loved that life was so calm now, that they could be foolish and playful, like any other couple. They didn't have to constantly focus on survival.