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Tickle Fight ! Part Two Requested !

~Requested by chrisreads912~

I always knew Rudolf Schenker could be a goofball, but watching him dart around our living room like a kid trying to avoid a tickle attack was a whole new level of ridiculous.

"Rudy, get back here!" I shouted, laughing so hard my sides ached. He wasn't exactly helping his case, ducking behind furniture and throwing pillows in my direction like they were shields. "You started this!"

"I regret nothing!" he called out, peeking over the edge of the couch, that mischievous grin of his lighting up the room.

I couldn't stop smiling. Honestly, I didn't want to. The man was my favorite person in the world, and moments like this reminded me why. Here we were, in the middle of planning our wedding—a task that should've been stressful—and instead, we'd ended up in a full-blown tickle war.

"I'm gonna get you," I warned, creeping closer, wiggling my fingers in the air like some kind of cartoon villain.

"You can try," he teased, his German accent adding an extra layer of charm to his taunt.

In a blur of movement, I lunged over the couch, catching him completely off guard. He let out a dramatic yelp as I tackled him to the cushions, my fingers immediately finding his sides.

"No! Lita!" he howled, squirming beneath me, laughing so hard he could barely breathe.

"Oh, what's the matter, big rock star?" I teased, grinning down at him. "Can't handle a little tickling?"

"You're evil!" he managed to gasp between laughs, his hands flailing in an attempt to push me away.

"Evil?" I said, pretending to be offended. "I'll show you evil!" I doubled down, tickling him relentlessly, and his laughter filled the room, deep and contagious.

Finally, he grabbed my wrists, pulling me forward until I was sprawled on top of him, our laughter fading into happy sighs. His hands slid up to cup my face, his eyes sparkling with that same look he always gave me—the one that made me feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

"You're the worst," he said softly, his smile never faltering.

"Am I?" I asked, tilting my head.

"The worst," he repeated, but the way he kissed me after said otherwise.

When we finally broke apart, I rested my head against his chest, feeling his heartbeat steady beneath me. "I can't believe we're really doing this," I said, my voice quieter now.

"What? Getting married?"

I nodded, glancing up at him. "It still feels a little surreal, you know? Like, how did we get here?"

He smiled, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. "We got here because we're meant to be here. And because I'm very persuasive."

I laughed, swatting his arm. "Oh, is that how you remember it?"

"Absolutely," he said, completely serious for about two seconds before his grin broke through. "Come on, admit it—I swept you off your feet."

I rolled my eyes, though I couldn't stop smiling. "You're ridiculous."

"And you love it," he said, leaning in to kiss me again.

He wasn't wrong. I did love it. I loved him. I loved how he could make me laugh when I needed it most, how he saw through all my walls and made me feel safe enough to just be myself. And as much as I teased him, I knew I was just as ridiculous when it came to him.

"Rudy," I said, my voice softening as I looked into his eyes. "I can't wait to marry you."

His smile turned tender, and he rested his forehead against mine. "Neither can I."

For a moment, we just stayed like that, wrapped up in each other, the world outside fading away. There was no doubt in my mind—this was exactly where I was meant to be.

~Tickle Fight ! Part Two Requested ! ~