They fell onto the sofa giggling as Seamus continued to tickle her. He used the new position to his advantage, grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head as he used his other hand to tickle along her ribs.
He watched her face as he tickled her, concentrating on the way her cheeks dimpled when she laughed, the way her nose scrunched up...he didn't notice the way his fingers slowed down until they were barely moving against her at all. Neither of them were laughing as they watched each other, and Seamus cleared his throat, suddenly very nervous.