"You thought you could prank me?"
Akeelah giggled in anticipation as she backed away from her oncoming opponent. It was not often she built up the courage to prank him as he always managed to catch her and seek revenge, all in good fun though as he was not a spoil sport. She held her little hands up as though that alone would stop his advance, it didn't, but he allowed her the hope that it would.
She shrieked when he finally swooped her up, his hands wrapping around her waist, and she was thrown up into the air above. She kicked and waved her arms as she fell and he threw her up again.
Once his fledgling captive was nice and giggly, he caught her, cradling her gently in his arms. He was Heaven's most fearsome warrior and yet was also the most gentle of Archangels that any had ever met. Michael smiled adoringly down at her, walking them from the front room, down the back hall towards his own.
The little thing was still giggling when he cradled the back of her head and set her down on his bed, laying beside her, he held himself up with an arm, to meet her sparkling gaze and return the bright smile that he was offered.
"Hands up!"
He threw his own free hand into the air, and she followed in kind, throwing her head back into his pillow when he dug a finger into her little underarm, her arms flying back down to try and protect them, but he was already in, and he wiggled his finger a bit, making her nice and giggly again.
"I'm going to have to keep going unless you let my finger go."
As if to prove he was not bluffing, he wiggled his finger again, and she shrieked happily under him. Michael was the oldest brother, he's had many many younger siblings to entertain and bring joy to, he was well versed in his ways, and has had plenty of practice. He knew all the ways to bring even the strongest of his brothers and sisters to their knees; Jeremiah had his ribcage, Lucifer and Gabriel their wings, Raphael had his feet, even Nisroc had that one spot up under his highest left rib. He knew how to get to every place and bring them all to their knees, as was the things learned when in his place, and this was no different. And when it seemed they got a bit too serious, a but too hardened, he always took it as his time to step in.
Amusedly, he thought of what the choirs would think if they could see their great defenders the way he was able to see them. Most of the Power's he had raised himself; Nisroc, Haniel and Abraxos were his, and he knew how to drive them crazy with even the simplest of touches.
Little Akeelah had her belly.
She lifted her arm, experimentally, as if to try him, and he met her challenge with a smile and wiggled his finger in again. She shrieked in laughter and clamped down again.
"Okay, okay, I promise to stop if you let me have my finger back."
Akeelah nodded, lifting her arm again, and as promised he let go of his spot. It was just a warm up though, and he poked experimentally at her belly, basking in the steady string of giggles he gained from such an action. He lay his hand flat on her belly, smiling at the way it still shook even when he didn't so much as give a single twitch, and looked up to her with his own playful shine to his eyes.
"Lets see?" he tapped his fingers methodically on the shaking belly "You were going to put itching powder into my tunic after I bathed, was it?"
She giggled again, not daring to nod, but knowing either one would be futile. They both knew what she had intended to do.
"Does your little belly have an itch?"
Little fingers tried to curl around his "Nohoho Micha!"
"Oh, but I think it does." He dug his fingers in and smiled at the bright shriek that echoed around his room, making sure he left no place untouched, despite how much she tried to squirm away "I'll help you relieve this itch."