It was a Friday evening and you were in the kitchen cooking dinner for you and your boyfriend Michael. He said that he wanted to help, so of course you let him. You were both having a lot of fun cooking together.
"Babe, when do I stop mixing this ?" he asked, looking at you.
"Um, I think that should be good now. Good job!" you replied, flashing him a big smile. He wrapped his left arm around your waist, giving it a small squeeze which caused you to jump a little. "Damn it.." you thought in your head; hopefully he didn't notice. You made sure not to laugh so you wouldn't give it away.
"What was that Y/N?" he asked, an amused smile on his face.
"Oh, nothing. Don't worry about it, you just shocked me a little with that squeeze. Anyway, Why don't you make the salad and I'll finish cooking this up." you replied, trying to change the subject.
"Okay" he said, moving to the cupboard to grab the salad bowl.
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Dinner was great. You both sat together and laughed and talked about everything that had happened that day. You went to put the dishes in the sink while Michael went to the living room to choose a movie for you two to watch together. About half an hour into the movie, Michael becomes fidgety. You sense that something is on his mind, so you ask him.
"Mikey, honey, is something wrong?" you asked, putting a hand on his leg.
"Uh, no, but actually, I was wondering if I could quickly do something..." he asked, looking at you.
"Yeah, sure ..... What do you want to do?" you asked, confused.
"I just want to check ...." he began to speak. With that, your hands were pinned to the couch under his knees while he tickled you mercilessly.
"M-mic-hh-ael p-p-pleas-se s-s-t-t-op i-it !!!" you managed to say between laughs.
After a few more minutes of absolute torture, he stopped, giving you a short break to breathe. He looked down at you.
"Did you really think I was just gonna forget that you jumped when I squeezed your waist earlier this evening? Huh? You think that I didn't notice Y/N?" Before you had a chance to say anything, he attacked you once again, causing you to laugh even harder. You were in tickle hell; and he knew it.
"Awwww, Y/N! Look how cute you are when you're laughing!" he said really amused with an evil smirk on his face.
"M-mich-hael, t-t-this is-sn't fun-n-ny! St-hahahaha-p i-i-i-it!!!!" you screamed, not knowing how much more you could take of this. "S-s-stop b-b-eing s-such an idi-ahahaha-ot and-d l-let me-ee g-go!!!" He then stopped, allowing you to breathe.
"What did you call me? Huh? An idiot? Well, that's very rude, don't you think? Rude people must be punished ..." he said as he begun to tickle you again, pulling your shirt up to create maximum impact.
"STOOOOOOP MICHAEL HAHAHAHAHA PLEEEEEASE!! I CAAAN'T TAKE ANY-HAHAHA-MOOOORE!!!" you began to scream, your face becoming red and your eyes becoming teary.
"Not until you take back what you said," he simply stated, moving his hands to your neck. You scrunched up your neck and began to squeal; your neck was your worst spot. "Oh, I see this is your worst spot, huh? Interesting ..."
"OKAYYYYY!! I-IIII TAAAKE ITTT BAAAAACK!!" you screamed, not being able to take anymore of this torture. Michael's hands came to a stop, and moved to your cheeks. He looked deep into your eyes, and you into his.
"I love you" he said, planting a soft, passionate kiss on your lips.
"I love you too" you replied. "But please, don't ever do that again" you said, still catching your breath.
He laughed as he said, "No promises, babe." He winked at you as he got up and ran to the kitchen. You giggled as you ran after him. What a night.
