"Y/N, stop it," Chris said from his spot on the floor.
You were lounging on his couch while he was sat on the floor in front of you, neither of you really paying attention to the episode of The Office that was playing on the TV in front of you. You really had just turned on Netflix for the background noise while you two ate dinner, which consisted of pizza and beer, and played catch up. Right now, however, you were messing with him; tickling him on his neck and back because you knew he was extremely ticklish there.
You giggled, but kept running your fingers through his hair, stopping to play with the hairs at the nape of his neck.
"Y/N, c'mon, stop," he whined after you ran your fingers across the back of his neck, sending a shiver down his spine.
You knew he was secretly enjoying this because he didn't even try to fight you off. You just laughed again and ran your fingers through his hair. He had grown it out a bit, and you loved the soft feel of it running through your fingers.
"You, know you like it, Evans," you teased.
"Don't tease me, Y/N," he warned.
"Ooooh, whatcha gonna do about it, huh?"
He turned to you, looking you up and down; taking in your tank top and shorts you were wearing. He said nothing, but you caught the look in his eye before he turned back around to face the television.
You knew that look. That look that said "keep pushing me and you'll pay for it." You loved that look and it sent a jolt of electricity straight through you.
You decided to continue to taunt him. Just to see what he'd do.
"That's exactly what I thought," you said smugly.
"Hmmph," was all he responded with not taking his eyes from the show.
Not getting the exact reaction you wanted, you let out a loud sigh and took your hands from his hair.
"Thank you," he said, which was quickly followed by a loud "Hey!" of surprise.
You had stretched your legs out and rested them on his shoulders, one on either side of his head.
"Y/N, what are you doing."
"Stretching out. You're a good leg rest." You wiggled your toes next to his head to emphasize your point.
"Am I now?"
"Mmm hmmm," you hummed.
He reached up and, grabbing your foot, he began tickling you. You let out a squeal and tried to shake him off, but he had a good grip on you.
"Okay, okay, I give!"
You had tears running down your cheeks from laughing so hard. He stopped tickling you, and you wiped away the tears and sat back. Chris, however, still had your foot in his hand.
"You gonna let me go?"
"Nah, just in case you misbehave again."
You pouted. "I won't!"
"Uh-huh sure." He said but kept hold on your foot.
He went back to the show and you pulled your phone out and started scrolling, only half paying attention. After a few minutes, felt a slight tickle on your leg. It was Chris running his fingers up and down it. You didn't say anything, not wanting him to stop; each pass of his fingers causing you to shiver slightly. The feel of his hands sending tingles through your body going straight to your core. You could feel yourself getting wetter the more he caressed your legs. You didn't understand why his hands did this to you, but oh, how you loved the feel of them on you.
