(a/n)- I'm sorry this update took so long. I am working on a show this weekend and next so if the updates are a lil inconsistent, I apologize. Life is great! 4.0! Thanks to my reviewers! Dreamality-Don't worry. Do you really think that I want to stay in a closet for x amount of time….? Just kidding. Here is the next chappie for you…~Maris By the way, this chappie WILL ROT ALL REMAINING TEETH! Enjoy…
Cliché ch. 10 Pillow Fight!
I fidgeted slightly and Flute meowed his annoyance. "Yeah, yeah, I hear ya. I'm no more amused or comfortable then you but, at the moment, neither of us have a choice."
It had been about 15-20 minutes since the screaming group of my deranged friends had left the room. I stretched slightly and yawned, "Goodnight Flute." I settled in for what promised to be a very long, uneventful nap.
"Maris," a soft voice stirred me out of my dreams. "Maris." A gentle hand brushed my face, followed by an equally gentle kiss.
I moaned and opened my eyes.
Legolas smiled, "Well, I guess Sleeping Beauty really will wake up from a kiss."
I stretched again and swatted at him. "So I see you've escaped. Good."
He nodded vigorously. "The terrible two decided that it was just as much fun to watch and help Captain chase Aragorn, especially since Fritz learned that he is ticklish."
I raised an eyebrow. "Really? I may just have to try that sometime…" I grinned and squirmed towards Legolas. "But the real question is, are you?"
He looked slightly frightened. "Who wants to know? Besides, Elves are not ticklish!"
I laughed and poked him. He squirmed, then moved slightly out of my reach. I stood up. "You know what? I guess all Elves must be really ticklish, especially if they say that they aren't. So I guess we'll just have to find out."
Legolas got to his feet, opening the closet door as he did. "Why? Isn't there something more interesting and entertaining that we could be doing?"
I grinned and shook my head. "Nope."
He grumbled, moving out of my closet. "Why not? Isn't there a more rational way to test this?"
I smiled. He's so cute when he begs! Awwww! And the hott eyes! *Cat calls* I stepped out of the closet, half closing the door so that Flute could get out.
Legolas laughed, grabbing my hands. "You can't tickle me if you don't have your hands."
I yanked back, freeing one. I began to tickle him, watching him alternate between laughing and trying to get away from me.
He dropped to the floor, pulling my legs out from beneath me and catching me in his arms. "Give up?"
I raised an eyebrow. "I have not yet begun to fight!" I squirmed, but he only tightened his grasp. Dammit! Why does he have to be so strong? Grrr! Wait a second…Why do I want to change where I am now…? I'm happy! It's because I refuse to give up! And he's ticklish, that's a plus! And a guy, and long hair. This might mot be so bad after all…
We struggled for a little longer, until I freed one of my arms. I reached around and began to tickle again, until he loosened his grip enough that I could slip out. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close. "Give up yet?" He asked.
"You wish!"
I grabbed the closest thing to me, a large green pillow. I began to batter him
with it, "Pillow fight!"
He retaliated by grabbing my
arms, trying to wrestle the pillow out of my grasp. Dammit! Why does he have to be so strong! I soon found myself
pinned, my arms and legs held fast by my hott blond opponent.
"Give up yet?" he asked, his breathing light, close to my ear.
I bit back a sigh, grinned impishly, and threw myself against him, knowing him off balance. "No way!"
We continued in this pattern for a while, until, once again, I found myself wrapped in his arms. I bit him gently, "Watch it," I warned, "I might have rabies."
He simply raised an eyebrow. "Rabies? My dear Maris, Elves do not get sick, remember?"
Grrrrrrrrr!
HE smiled and gently bit my cheek. "We might not get rabies, but that doesn't mean that we don't bite back." He continued his assault on my face, the soft bites turning into kisses that trailed down my neck, leaving me breathless.
"No fair! You cheated."
He laughed. "On the contrary, it is you who forgot to set any rules for this little encounter."
I squirmed slightly, "Rules? Ok, no cheating!"
He sighed, "What am I going to do with you?" He asked, jokingly.
I shrugged. "Dunno, maybe give up?"
He laughed. "Nice try, but I think I like you where you are…"
I sighed. "Fine. But don't get comfortable. I haven't surrendered yet!"
Legolas laughed. "Would you if there was an incentive?"
I tilted my head, curious. "What kind of incentive?"
He grinned and shook his head, his long blond hair falling into his face. "Not until you surrender."
I rolled my eyes, as I can be more stubborn than almost anyone, except maybe Fritz, This could take a while. I moved a little bit. "Hey Legolas? Could you just let me have my arms back? Pleeeeeeeeeeease?"
He looked at me. "Why?"
I sighed. "I promise that I won't tickle you, for now."
He nodded. "Alright, I suppose that you can have your arms back. But can I have the rest of you?"
I whacked him with my now free hands. "Now," I said, winding my arms around his neck and entwining my fingers in his hair, "What was that about an incentive to surrender?"
He gave a small half-smile, "later," he whispered.
I barely had time to think before he had pressed his lips to mine. "Legolas…"
He broke off just long enough to brush a hand across my face and whisper, "what do you say to putting the game on hold for a while?"
I nodded and forgot entirely about everything else as I began to drown in his ever deepening kisses.