I'm Not Doing Anything, Am I?

Cuddle Time

If Ken were being honest with himself, cuddle time was his favorite time. It gave him a chance to spend some quality time with his girlfriend. He liked being near her, but sometimes the physical distance was just too much. He needed her to be right there, pressed against his side, head on his shoulder with fingers intertwined.

They were on the couch watching a horse movie (he thinks it was called Flicka or something?) but Ken was having a hard time focusing. Barbie's hand was idly rubbing his arm and back, slipping down to his side every once in a while. Her touch was light and soft, nails grazing the skin to leave goosebumps in her wake.

He was trying to stay tough, to not break out into giggles beneath her hands. His lips twitched until a smile overtook his features, his breath growing more shallow. Barbie watched him with a fond smile of her own.

She faked a yawn and snuggled closer, wrapping an arm around his waist, drawing lazy circles at the curve of his side. He huffed out a noise akin to a laugh, flinching at the touch.

"Is something funny?" she asked, tilting her head to the side casually, wearing a curious smile. He leaned back so he could look at her, studying her expression to gauge if this was some kind of trick. But when he looked, he saw genuine curiosity sparkling in her eyes and a face of pure innocence.

"Nah, just- remembered something funny Ken said today," he bluffed. "That's nice. What was it?"

Crap. "Uuuh, y'know? It's really more of a guy joke, you wouldn't like it." She just hummed, letting her hands continue to roam.

"I like your jokes though. How do you know I won't find it funny?" she asked. Her hand dipped down to scratch his hip and he jerked away from the touch and into her embrace. He stifled a laugh, wracking his brain for another thin excuse.

"I-I remember the gist and the punchline, but I'll just mess it up if I try and repeat it," he claimed, keeping his head angled away so she wouldn't be able to see his bush. She smirked to herself, deciding to let it slide. She was enjoying this little game of theirs.

Her other hand had been resting on Ken's bare chest, helping to prop herself up to see the screen. She let it trail down, beginning to trace his well defined abs. He wasn't able to hide his reaction that time, jerking at the touch and sucking in his stomach as a short lived giggle slipped past his lips.

He recognized that sparkle in her eye from earlier not as curiosity, but instead mischief. "Barbie-"

"Yeah Ken?"

He wore a giddy, nervous grin. "Please don't."

"Don't what?" she asked, never faltering in her innocent act.

"Tickle me."

"Tickle you? Of course, I'd love to!" she exclaimed and immediately pounced. He yelped and tried to crawl off the couch, but she already had her arms wrapped around him and kept him in place. Her fingers poked and scribbled everywhere she could reach as she peppered tickly kisses along his neck and ears.

Ken was in giggly hysterics as he rolled around on the cushions. She was laughing along with him, taking in every hiccup, laugh and snort.

If Barbie were being honest with herself, cuddle time was her favorite time too.