Bandom One-shots book 3

Tickle Fight ! Request ! (Lita Ford x Rudolf Schenker)

I didn't expect him to propose tonight.

We were just supposed to have a quiet evening, a rare break from the chaos of touring, tucked away in Rudolf's place in Hanover. Snow had started falling outside, a soft glow spilling in from the windows as the fire crackled in the corner. The stereo was playing softly—Scorpions, of course, though he'd insisted it was just coincidence.

We'd been laughing over a bottle of red wine, teasing each other about our early gigs, when he suddenly got this look in his eyes. The kind that made my heart race a little faster every time.

"Lita," he'd said, shifting closer, his hand curling around mine.

I knew something was up.

He pulled out the ring—simple but stunning, a silver band with a small diamond. And when he asked me to marry him, voice rough with emotion, I didn't even let him finish before I blurted, "Yes!"

And now? Now I couldn't stop smiling. My cheeks hurt. My whole body felt light, like I might float away if he let go of me.

"I can't believe this," I whispered, staring at the ring on my finger as we stood in the middle of the living room.

"Believe it," Rudolf murmured, his lips brushing against mine. "You are mine, Lita. And I am yours...forever."

That accent, the way he said it, sent shivers down my spine.

When our mouths met again, it wasn't gentle anymore. It was heat, his hands tracing my waist, pulling me flush against him. My fingers tangled in his hair, that wild, golden mane, and I felt his smirk against my lips when I let out the softest sound.

But then, just as I started to lose myself, he broke the kiss.

"Ah-ah," he teased, his breath hot against my neck. "Not so fast, meine Liebe. We have all night."

I gave him my best pout. "You're really gonna do me like that?"

His grin was pure mischief. "I was thinking...a shower?"

I arched an eyebrow, and his smirk deepened.

"You've got flour on your cheek from earlier," he added, thumbing my jaw. "Come on, let me take care of you."

The bathroom was all steam and soft candlelight by the time we stepped under the water. The heat soaked into my skin, and I closed my eyes, letting it melt the tension from my muscles.

Until I felt him.

His hands, featherlight, tracing the curve of my back.

"Rudolf..."

"Shhh," he whispered, lips grazing my shoulder. "Let me."

His fingers slid lower, but he didn't linger—just enough to make me gasp before pulling away again.

Teasing.

I turned, eyes narrowing. "You're doing that on purpose."

He grinned, all innocent. "Doing what?"

I pressed closer, chest to chest, the water cascading between us. His eyes darkened, but he still wouldn't give in.

Two could play this game.

Reaching for the shampoo, I lathered my hands, then ran them through his hair, slow and deliberate. My fingers massaged his scalp, nails grazing lightly, and when he finally let out a low groan, I knew I had him.

"Lita..."

I smiled sweetly. "Hmm?"

His lips found mine again, more desperate this time, his hands gripping my waist, but just when things started to heat up—he pulled back again.

I blinked, dazed. "Seriously? Now you're stopping?"

He kissed the tip of my nose. "I said teasing, no?"

I huffed, half frustrated, half laughing. "You're so in for it, Schenker."

Later that night, curled up together in bed, the teasing hadn't stopped.

Rudolf's fingers were relentless.

"Stop! R-Rudi—" I shrieked, squirming under the covers as he tickled along my ribs, his wicked grin never fading.

"Never," he growled playfully, pinning me with his body as I thrashed, breathless from laughter.

My stomach ached, my face hurt from smiling so much, and yet I couldn't stop giggling.

"Okay! Okay, truce!" I gasped, tugging at his wrists.

His hands slowed, but his gaze softened as he leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead.

"Fine," he whispered. "But only because I love you."

I melted into his arms, breath finally evening out as we tangled together under the sheets, my head resting on his chest.

"I love you too," I whispered, tracing lazy circles on his skin. The ring sparkled faintly in the dim light, reminding me that this wasn't just a dream.

It was real. He was real. And tonight?

It was perfect.

~Requested by chrisreads912~

~Tickle Fight ! Request !~