Victoria's POV
I slept peacefully through the night until my alarm went off around 7:30. I quickly reached over and shut it off, letting out a massive yawn.
"How'd you sleep?" Asked a groggy voice behind me.
I rolled over and looked at a half asleep Blake, still tucked away under the sheets.
"I was out like a light." I confessed. Honestly I had almost forgotten that he stayed the night with me.
"So no more bad dreams?" He asked with a flash of what might have been guilt or worry over his face.
"Nope!" I exclaimed, "No bad dreams. In fact, I don't think I had any dreams now that I think about it."
"Good."
I flung myself out of bed but was stopped from going too far by a large hand taking hold of my arm.
"Where do you think you're going?" Blake asked with his lips turned up into a playful smile.
"M-me? I was going to wash up?" I asked, as if I might have gotten the answer wrong.
With a laugh he easily pulled me back into the bed, "I don't think so. I'm not ready for you to leave the bed just yet."
I could feel my whole face heating up, "wh-what do you mean?" I stammered.
"I think," he whispered in a huskey voice while nuzzling my neck, "we should stay in bed a little while longer and have some fun..."
I could feel his warm hand gently moving to my waist, his warm breath on my neck, his body close to mine.
However, before I could think of anything to say or do, he started tickling me! I couldn't help myself as I let out the most high pitch squeal. I didn't even know I was capable of such a noise.
"What are you doing?!" I yelped, "STOP!"
"What?" He chuckled impishly, "You don't like to be tickled?"
"NO ONE LIKES BEING TICKLED!" I exclaimed, struggling to break free of his grasp.
He stopped for a moment and I gasped trying to catch my breath. "So..where are you ticklish?" He inquired.
I chuckled, "Oh like I would tell you that. You play dirty."
"No, playing dirty would be going for your feet."
And with that, he dove under the covers heading straight for the most ticklish part of my body.
Now I don't know how accurate this is but I remember reading that the same part of your brain that creates the "fight or flight" defense mechanism, is the part that gets triggered when you're being tickled.
However, I don't doubt this because as soon as I felt his hands grab onto my feet, I lost it. I vaguely recall some flailing but the next thing I clearly remembered was poor Blake being kicked onto the floor.
"OHMYGOSH," I exclaimed as I quickly jumped off the bed and ran to his side, "Are you alright? I didn't mean to do that!"
He slowly let out a low moan, "Victoria?"
"Yes?" I asked as I got down onto the floor. "Are you alright? I really am sorry..."
"Victoria...come closer..."
I bent over but had the sneaking suspicion that he was being a drama king.
"Are you alright?" I whispered.
Although before I got any kind of answer, he quickly opened his eyes, sprang up, flipped me over, and propped himself up over me.
In my surprise I let out a graceful, "Omph."
