You Make Me Laugh

How To Change My Mood Fast

(I'm a very moody writer, a lot of my stories are written when I'm trying to cope with something, making them very moody XD Also, I'm sorry this one is a lot shorter, it felt right to end it where I did)

"Bay, what's wrong?... Bay please, I can tell there's something going on."
"Nothing, it doesn't matter."
"Yea, whatever, don't give me that crap. You aren't ok, tell me what's going on."
"I've given up on trying, ok? There's no way to explain anymore."
Percy frowned, "K, then what do you need from me? What can I do?"
I curled up and turned away, "Nothing."
He sighed in frustration, "Why do you have to be so stubborn!?... Do I have to tickle it out of you?" Percy watched as I stiffened up, and chuckled darkly. "Is that what you want baby? Do you want my hands to find all the spots that make you squeal?"
I shivered at his tease, but otherwise didn't move. He grumbled an "alright then" and turned to face me.
He took one finger and traced my spine up my spine, instinctively making me arch my back. He chuckled as I curled back up.
"I will break you babe, you know I will."
I gave him an angry grunt. Percy leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Come here baby."
I melted at that and tried not to let it show by covering my face. Percy then slowly stroked my sides, making me straighten up and giggle. It felt so good, that I knew I had lost. I let him lay me down over his lap.
"Wow, that was easier then it usually was. You must really want some tickles, hu?"
I nodded shyly, my eyes couldn't stay open so I closed them and waited. I felt my shirt get pushed up, and I instantly started to breath harder and smile. Percy grinned at me, adoring my reaction. He softly traced his fingertips over my belly and sides. My hands wanted to stop him, but I didn't let them yet. I stuck it out as long as I could then grabbed for his hands.
He laughed, "Hm, we need to get these out of the way."
He slid me over to the arm rest, then put my arms over my head and under the arm rest cushion so that my forearms were mostly locked above my head. I was sure I could figure a way out... but I didn't really want to. He kept tracing, slowly working his way up to my underarm. It was there that I broke, I tried pulling my arms down, and when that didn't work I started squirming around trying to get away. His grin turned more mischievous, and he stayed right where it tickled the most.
"Percy!" I begged.
"Beg for more Bailey, and I'll let you have a break."
"No!" I laughed.
"No? Wrong answer." He started using his short nails, I squealed and thrashed about.
"Beg for more, tell me you love to be tickled." His grin couldn't have been bigger, he had caught me in a trap. I hated admitting I loved it, nothing made me shy away faster.
He got no reply, I felt as his hands went in my shirt and tickled me skin to skin.
"Percy! PERCY! Haha, nononono!" I couldn't handle it anymore, through laughter I managed to to beg, "You know I love it, don't ever stop."
"Good girl," he cooed easing up on the tickling. I took this chance to breath, though it was still hard with him drawing circles. I closed my eyes again, shivering from his touch. He stopped, and leaned over to kiss me. I kissed back hard, giving him my thanks. That minute felt like eternity.
I was completely unaware of his hands inching up to my arms until they teased at my skin. I giggled, and Percy giggled with me. He kept me so distracted that every kiss and every stroke was a surprise. I was so turned on I became physically unresponsive, unable to do anything more then laugh. Percy slowly came to a stop after some time and unstuck my arms from the couch.
"How was that babe, did I do alright?" Percy knew the answer, he could tell by looking at me, but I shied away and nodded. He took his place laying behind me, pulling me close.
"Is that what you needed? Did I make it all better?"
Again I nodded, "more then you know."