forum Roleplay?

Started January 27, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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He advanced to kiss her again, and slather his hand with icing and gently slap her face. He burst into lauhter.

“Hey! Cruz!” She wiped it off with one hand, giggling and smearing the icing already in his face so that he appeared to have grown a chocolatey beard.

"Hey—Hah!" He started wheezing with raucous laughter, falling to the ground and laughing til his face became cherry red.

( oh hell yes
XD )

(Perfect ;)

Fae leapt forward and started tickling him, a wide grin in her face.

(So is Fae btw)

"No!" He yelped, writhing while laughter choked him and his healthy flowof cursewords.

Fae grinned and tickled him harder.

"Oh, God!" He wheezed, trying to swat her away. He started drooling from the severity of his giggling.

His hand hit her stomach by chance, causing her to spasm from the tickling, grinning.

He turned fast at this opportunity to tickle her instead.

Fae yelped, squirming And laughing as he tickled her relentlessly.

(Good morning!)

Gmorning! )

Hepushed her down and straddled her midsection to keep her pinned, mercilessly tickling her armpits.

“Cruz!!”, she yelped, trying to grab his wrists. Fear swelled up in her as he straddled her midsection but she did her best to ignore it, her laugh ringing out.

He laughed brightly, letting her fingers snatch his wrists. "What?" He humored, teeth flashing his joy. Her fingers brushed across vaguely rough slashes across the skin of his wrists; old scars.

Her hands paused momentarily on the scars, lingering there for a few seconds before she pulled herself into sitting position, her wide but genuine smile masking the waves of fear that crashed up against her. “No tickling.”, she told him with a joking pouty face.

He scooted off closer to her knees so she could sit up. "Alright," he smiled affectionately, rubbing her arms with his fingers.

Fae withdrew her legs and sat on her knees, her hands entwining with his. Immense relief crashed down on her, making way for her love.

Cruz held his broad smile, but its cheeky smirk melted off to genuine admiration and infatuation.

Fae squeezed his hands lightly. “Do you know what my favourite thing about you is?”

"What…?" He responded softly, eagerly.

She smiled, scooting closer. “Other then everything, of course.” She wiped a smudge of chocolate off his cheek with her thumb. “Your words.”, she started quietly.

"Mm.." he hummed contentedly, keeping his warmed gaze on her.

“You don’t feel the need for many.”, she continued softly, “and the ones you have are carefully thought out, with so much meaning behind them.” She smiled. “The ones you say to me, the poetry, I keep them all. And I bring them out when I’m sad.” Raison d’être, I didn’t think I was an artist till I found poetry in your voice…

He gently took her arm to run kisses along and press her palm against his face, smiling warmly as he listened.

Her thumb gently swiped across his cheek and there was a gentle flame flickering in her hazel eyes, lighting up her whole face. “And they help when you’re not there, the words. They comfort me.” Her voice broke a bit.

"I'm glad, Fae.."he murmured back, taking in that lovely flicker in her eyes.

“So thank you.”, she whispered. “For everything.”

"It's my pleasure," he responded just as quietly.

Fae slid closer to him, needing his warmth.