Feelin Alright by Traffic

27. Ticklish

Lizzie and Red were sprawled across the large couch in the living room of Red's newest safe house. He leaned back against the chaise listlessly, gazing up at the ceiling as his fingers unconsciously carded through Lizzie's hair. She shifted her head on the crook of his folded leg and looked up at him with a doeful expression. She yawned and stretched her body languidly throwing her harms above her head and gently running her fingers across Reds neck.

"I'm bored," she mumbled dully. "I don't think I've ever been bored when I'm with you, Ray."

Red dropped his head forward to look down at her. Liz gazed up at him as her hands continued their exploration of his neck as if they were searching for something there; some type of weak spot in the unbendable Raymond Reddington. He huffed a laugh when her fingers glided across his sensitive skin again.

"Well," he said with glittering eyes, "At the risk of sounding cliché, there's a first time for everything," he murmured drowsily. He chuckled again when she deliberately began running her fingers over the invisible stubble on his neck.

She narrowed her eyes at the first sign of weakness. "Do I detect...," She trailed off and grinned mischievously. She ran her hand over his smooth skin making him shy away from her touch with a laugh.

She grinned widely at her discovery. "You're ticklish!" She said triumphantly.

Red laughed and shook his head with an almost incredulous expression, as if challenging her to prove the obvious.

"Aren't you?" She said accusingly.

He gave her a blank expression and bit the corner of his lip; a tell she knew meant that she was in warm waters.

"Are you just going to make this more difficult?" She asked when he drew her hands away from him and held them between their bodies.

"Hmm?

Red grinned at her roguishly, not saying a word. He bent down towards her face, stopping a beat before he could touch her lips.

"You're ticklish," she said as she stared at his pouting lips.

His half lidded gazed grew amused.

She swiftly pulled her hands away from him and straddled him as she pushed him down against the sofa. He grunted and began to laugh loudly as she dug her fingers under his blue linen shirt into his ribs and up his sides.

"No. No," he gasped as he desperately tried to pry her hands away from him. Unfortunately for him, he was laughing too hard to ever get an upper hand.

"Admit it," she demanded.

"No." He pawed at the air trying to grab her between laughs. His face turned slightly pink and his big smile made him look even more boyish.

"Admit it!"

"I give," he gasped as she finally ceased her assault. He laid there trying to catch his breath, peering at her blearily. "Fine," he muttered as she smirked at him. "I'm ticklish."

She giggled.

"You're fun!" He told her with a grin.

A/N: Thanks to red-ace-of-spades for the prompt! Hope you guys liked it!