The King

chapter 51

I woke up and found my self still asleep on top of Lucas, I moved off him quickly. Muttering an incomprehensible sorry, as I pushed my curly hair out of my face and backward.

The second I was off of him he stretched his arm. Turning and twisting it around as he groaned. My eyebrows raised as I laughed at him. "Did I fall asleep on your arm?"

He started squeezing it, his face scrunched up as he did so. "Yeah..."

I sat up, slowly sinking into the soft couch. "You could have woken me up, I feel bad now."

He chuckled, leaning forward on his elbows. "If I woke you up... how do I describe it..." He searched for a word. "How handsy... you get when you're on your heat, I'd rather not have you wake up and think less of me if I did half the things you request me to do."

My eyes widened and I hid my face in my hands, highkey embarrassed out of my mind as I started remembering everything I said. I felt Lucas nudge me slightly, taking amusement in my humiliation.

"Hey, it's alright." He reassured.

I moved a finger, allowing one eye to peer at him. "No, it's not, I turn into a horndog every time this happens."

His mouth dropped before, he clutched his stomach, falling on the couch. His loud laugh echoed all over the room. "Ho-" He couldn't finish his sentence before another round of laughs escaped his mouth.

Now I really wanted to crawl into a Dawn-sized hole and just die. I grabbed the blanket and threw it over myself, in an effort to hide.

He still was laughing, and I'll admit it- I cracked a smile under the covers. I felt his hand snatch the cover off. My hair rubbing against it, causing it to poof up.

"Horndog, huh?" He repeated.

I tried grabbing the blanket, but he moved it too fast and pulled it over his head. I stretched my arm to grab it, but to no avail.

"Lucas, please! Let me die peacefully in my embarrassment!" I pleaded, still trying to grab it.

He just shook his head, "Sorry, Horndog."

I continued stretching towards it when an idea popped into my head. I dropped my hands and Lucas looked over at me, still keeping it way out of my reach. I felt a smirk blossom over my lips.

"What's going on in that head of yours?" He asked his smile as present as ever.

"Are you ticklish?" I asked, watching his face drop.

He dropped the blanket immediately. But my attention was no longer on the blanket, it was on another task at hand.

"Dawn, no." He started, moving backward slightly.

I quirked my head, "Weren't you calling my horndog a couple seconds earlier?"

He kept crawling backward on the couch, while I followed in suit moving forward. "I'm not ticklish."

"It seems like you are."

"I have no reason to lie, I'm not ticklish."

I laughed, "No, you have plenty of reasons."

"Daw-" He was cut off, his hand went over the edge of the couch, resulting in his body falling off the couch. "Ompf." He said when he landed on the tile floor.

Seizing this as the perfect opportunity, I reached towards him with my finger. Hauntingly looming over his torso. My fingers got to work as I tickled him, his head jerked up and he was overcome with loud giggles.

"Stop- please," He said in between his laughs.

I shook my head, "Sorry I can't hear you!" I yelled over his laughter.