Well hell, he'd left something out of the story. What kind of story teller would he be if he didn't tell her the climactic ending. "I almost forgot, when it was over..." Aka, after he came, "...she slapped me. Which has everything to do with the fact that I suggest she get on her knees and blow me."
He felt her bony little finger jab into his side and he flinched, nearly coming off the couch. "Ouch! You little brat, those fingers of yours are fucking bony as fuck!" he cried, tackling her and knocking her back on the couch. "You shouldn't pick on someone who's bigger than you," he teased her, his fingers finding her sides now as he tickled. The plan was to be merciless, tickle her until she peed herself.
Tristan was laying half on top of her, pinning her down as he tortured with his long musician's fingers. "Who's the man, Sev? Say it," he laughed, practically snorting at the absurdity of his demand.