Chapter 2: Bedroom Shenanigans
"Maybe you should ease on the pulling Trix."
"Oh, it won't hurt you, big baby. Now, stay still."
When his girlfriend told him that they would be having a de-stress day at her house, he thought they'd be watching 'Kissy Kissy Goo Goo' while eating and laughing about how corny and obvious the plot was.
Well, half of it was true, but he didn't expect to have a facial mask on his face as well as have her do his hair. The same goes for her.
"You really need to get a haircut, Turner."
"So you want me to visit the barbers next week? Cause I can make it happen if you really want my hair to be short."
"Fuck no! Maybe just a little trim, but don't you dare cut your long locks off. It's fun to style your hair."
"Ok, then ms. Bossy. Ow!"
"I am not bossy."
"Are too."
"Are not."
"Are too."
"Are not!"
"Are not."
"Are too! Wait, what? Uh—Hey!"
Timmy laughed and almost fell off her bed. Trixie rolled her eyes at her boyfriend's antiques, but that's what she loves about him.
"Meanie."
"Hey, I'm not mean."
"You insisted I was bossy just a minute ago. And now you're being a big meanie."
She moved away from him and sat on the edge of her bed, creating a decent amount of distance. And it wasn't hard due to her bed being a double king-sized bed.
"Hey, you know I didn't mean it. It was just a joke." He scooted closer toward her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged him off. "Trixie…"
She huffed in return. She turned around and didn't notice the smirk displayed on his face. Timmy placed his fingers on her ribs and began tickling her, causing her to jump out of bed.
She looked at him incredulously. "Don't you dare."
He just shrugged and moved towards her, fingers wiggling. Trixie tried to run off, but he caught her just before she could escape and dragged her back towards the bed.
The room was then filled with laughter, with her sitting on his lap, her back leaning on his chest and his arms encircled around her. When she cries for uncle, he stops tickling her, but she used the chance to tackle him, making him lie down on her bed with her on top of him.
"I win." She announced. A grin plastered on her face.
"When did this turn into a competition?" He questioned with a smile.
"Since I announced it. Duh." She tried to get off him, but he sat up and hugged her around the waist, trapping her. "Are you sure about that?"
Heaving a sigh she gave in. "Fine. You win. What do you want as your prize?"
He pretended to think about it for a few moments before he looked at her. "How about a kiss?"
She hummed as she looked at his facial-covered face. "Deal."
Both leaned in and kissed the other's lips, enjoying the moment together alone.
