"You've got a hold on me, don't even know your power"
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"Mercy please!" He pleaded breathlessly as his chest heaved and abs tightened.
His stomach churned whilst his knees buckled. His body fought to pull air into his lungs. In attempt to protect himself from his assailant he tried covering his exposed skin with his arms but they were quick.
He stared in his assailant's eyes seeing them filled with excitement and laughter. He believed her to be sick. As that was the only explanation for why she appeared to enjoy this.
"Please have mercy on me!" He begged through dry heaves falling onto the mahogany floor. "I can't take anymore!" He cried out to her.
Laughing uncontrollably, he wriggled beneath her finger tips as they danced around his naked torso. She straddled his thighs flipping her hair to one shoulder. She towered over him loving how he begged for her to stop. It was all too much fun.
After an eternity she finally halted her assault when he told her that he was going to pee himself beneath her. He panted looking up at her placing his hand over hers resting on his chest. She smiled at his touch gazing into his eyes.
"I win." She whispered pushing off his chest to stand.
Lifting himself off his back he hooked his arms around her waist sweeping her off her feet. She yelped in surprise as she came tumbling to the floor. He positioned his body above hers gathering her small hands in one holding them above her head.
"You cheated." He protested tickling her abdomen briefly.
"It's not my fault since grade school your only weakness is the tickle monster." She snickered with closed eyes.
He wanted to tell her how wrong she was. That even though the tickle monster can put him on his backside she was the one who could bring him to his knees unmercifully. She was always his weakness.
The way she moved through life gracefully like she was the sun and owed nothing to no one. With beautiful caramel eyes, high cheekbones, and natural almond rose colored lips. Her body, he thought to be the eighth wonder of the world.
An hourglass frame thick like a guitar decorated a light hazelnut shade that was soft and smoother than a newborn baby's skin. Though the credit to that was due to baby lotion, it was the only lotion she would ever use. He grinned in admiration of her beauty and craved nothing more than to kiss her.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" She questioned having found him staring upon opening her eyes. "Is there something on your mind?"
"Just trying to comprehend how God could create something so appalling." He smirked pushing the thought to the back of his mind.
She gasped kneeing him in his side causing him to release her hands. He groaned falling at her side in pain. She stood to her feet leaving him on the floor.
"I'll have you know I'm the best-looking woman you'll ever see... apart from your mother." She added kicking him playfully.
He winced from the pain that remained in his sides from his intense laughing just moments before. Extending her hand, she helped him up and they entered the kitchen together. He took a seat on a bar stool resting his head on the island. He watched her rummage through the two-door fridge and walk in pantry.
It was a little after 1 in the morning. They decided earlier in the day to spend the night in bed. While watching Grey's Anatomy they ran out of snacks to munch on which lead to a race to the kitchen to replenish. He furrowed his eyebrows noticing she pulled out pickles and peanut butter. She always swore it was the best combination but he could never bring himself to test it.
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At Her Mercy
Fanfiction"Stop! Please talk to me!" he pleaded to her backside as she walked down the hall. "Just let me go." She stated reaching for the door handle. He couldn't comprehend what was happening; why it was happening. He only knew he couldn't let her go witho...
