She giggled into the pillow, rustling the blankets as she scrunched them to her face to muffle her laughter.
He sighed through his nose and his closed eyes twitched. It was cool yet windy outside and they opted to open the long window above the bed to let the breeze in. Unfortunately this also caused the curtains to step aside and let in the sunlight to jab at his eyes. Not convenient when you're trying to sleep after a long shift at work.
"Hmm? Whats so funny?" His voice cracked at the edges with fatigue. He caught a glimpse of her, in a casual white dress laying face down to his right.
She gulped down any stray laughter and shuffling closer to him, leaning her head on his shoulder and draping her arm around him. "You. Sleeping at midday, drinking at least five cups of black coffee this morning…I swear, I saw you!" She struggled to conceal her smile, letting out a chuckle. "You're like an old man.
His eyes flashed open. "5pm is not midday. And it was two cups - cappuccino not black."
"Same thing, grandpa." She stretched herself languidly, her voice dissolving into giggles.
Red jerked slightly as he grasped her waist and she watched in surprise as he smirked slowly. "And who are you calling old?" His voice picked up, sparking awake. She suddenly shrieked as he attacked her sides and found herself struggling to get away, feeling him latch her closer just to annoy her.
"W-well, you're older t-than me!" She exclaimed breathlessly as she writhed on the bed, peeling with laughter.
"Not by that much!" And he smiled at her, alight with energy. She admitted defeat shortly afterwards and they lay side by side panting. Her face was flushed and her hair in a disarray, the white dress rumpled along her knees.
She looked back at him and swatted him on the arm. "Never do that again." After sitting up and smoothing out her clothes she stood to go to the kitchen, finding herself in a sudden slump in energy.
He smiled again, in a playful mood, and reached to grasp her thigh. "Hey-"
Red whirled around in disbelief. "Boxer - I'm going to make coffee!" He got up and in a fluid motion pulled her towards him by her waist. "Let me join you then." His voice took on a light, teasing tone - he was in a playful mood.
She grabbed his arms to push him away. "No, no - you stay here. Don't-"
"Why not? You said yourself how much I love coffee."
"You're going to distract me."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are, you always do - half of the time it doesn't turn out right when you're around."
"This time I won't. Promise."
"Pfft, yeah right."
"I won't! I'll prove it to you, come on." He leaned in as he talked to brush against her neck and elicited a giggle. To her chagrin he knew all her most ticklish areas.
"Fine, fine, but you have to promise to stop doing that." She said and managed to ease herself out of his hold. She turned to make her way into the kitchen, whispering under her breath. "God, you always make me sound like a love-struck teen…"
He sauntered after her. "What was that?"
"Nothing, just get over here and help." She turned away from him but he still caught the blush on her cheeks.
This was short and rushed - I might revisit it later.
