"Twenty-four, Twenty-five," you poke each freckle on Marco's face as you count, "Twenty-six."
You're sitting on Marco's lap as he tries to watch something on the TV. It's obviously something you're not very interested in watching, so you decided to count the freckles on your lover's face.
"[y/n]…" Marco grumbles your name, "You're not gonna be able to count them all. I have too many."
"Thirty-three," you giggle, "shush! You're distracting me!"
"You're the one distracting me," he says with a sigh.
He continues to try and look past your shoulder at the television. He gives another huff before tilting his head back against the back of the couch in defeat.
"Marcoooo…" you puff your cheeks out before tilting his head back up. You poke at his cheeks again, "Fourty-two…"
"That's it," he smirks. He grabs your sides and tosses you onto your back on the empty part of the couch. He climbs between your legs hovering over you, bringing his hands up to your sides.
"Marco!" you squeal as he starts to tickle you.
"Let's see how long you can last while I tickle you," he chuckles while continuing his attack.
"N-no! M-marco!" you giggle.
"Ten, eleven, twelve," he continues counting.
You try to squirm free, but it's no use. You suddenly start feeling a pressure building up.
"Marco!" you laugh, "I'm going to pee!"
He laughs before backing off of you smiling. You stand and run to the nearest bathroom down the hall.
"You didn't even last thirty seconds!" you hear him laugh.
"Shut up!" you yell from your spot in the bathroom.
Once you relieve yourself you exit the bathroom, walking back down the hall. When you reach the living room you see your boyfriend laying down on the couch. His head leaning against the arm, he grins at you. You smirk before running and jumping on top of him. You hold his arms down at his sides. And lean down close to his face.
"[Y-y/n]…" he says your name nervously.
You place your lips over one freckle on his right cheek and bring yourself up looking down into his eyes, you grin playfully.
"One…"