Liah Rainey (phasedthrough) wrote in downfallrpg, @ 2010-03-28 21:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2015-08-31, liah, liah and rowan, rowan |
Ticklish
Who: Rowan and Liah
Where: Their suite
When: Morning, early-ish
When Juniper crawled out from between Rowan and Liah, Rowan hardly noticed. He grunted a little when she accidentally pulled a feather, but when she whispered an apology and scrambled off the bed and hurried out, he just muttered something unintelligible and settled back down again. This time his arm fell around Liah, since she was right there and available, and he quite promptly fell asleep again once he'd gathered her up against him. His eyes hadn't even opened once.
Liah hadn't moved a hair when Juny'd made her early exit from the bed. When the three of them slept together, or even when it was just her and Juny, she'd noticed that the girl liked to get up very early. Way too early in her opinion, but as long as she didn't have to get up then, too, what did she care? She'd slipped out of bed around 4 a.m. for a potty break, and once she'd gotten settled back in, she likely wouldn't wake up until there was more light in the sky. She didn't wake up when Ro got close to her, either. She was probably less likely to now that there was a warm body fully pressed against hers.
It was more than an hour later when Liah began to rise to consciousness, and she sighed softly, muffling a yawn in something very warm and soft and sliding the hand she wasn't lying on along something that felt like cloth but less yielding. Puzzled, she squinted her eyes partially open to find that she was wrapped in both Rowan's arms and wings, and she had her hand on his hip, just below where his pajama pants met his waist. Nice.
The movement and touch made Rowan's wing, draped across them both like a blanket, twitch and flutter a bit against them. He squeezed his eyes further shut and buried his face in the pillow with a mostly-asleep little mutter that was pretty much impossible to understand. If there was anything in it to understand, period. His arm tightened a little around her and he started to relax again, quite possibly heading back into deeper sleep.
The wings made this snuggling thing so much warmer, she thought. She felt completely surrounded by him. Liah stretched a little, just the slightest movements of her long bare legs, a pointing of her feet like a ballet dancer until her ankles popped very softly, as she tried to decide if she was ready to wake up. She wasn't sure, so she decided not to move too much, settling back down with her cheek against Rowan's chest as her fingers moved from his hip to the small of his back. Slow, cautious movements that were a tactile exploration of where the feathers started. It was rare that he was quiet or still enough for anything like that, or that was her excuse, anyway.
When her fingers found where the wings met skin, the feathers were downier, softer, and a little thinner than further out on the limb, making skin easier to find under them. The wing twitched again, and Rowan twitched with it, arm tightening around her in a brief squeeze and his wing under her curling up some. All of him kind of contracted a little, though he had Liah pretty much inside the contraction. "Mm. Tha'ickles...." Sort of. It wasn't quite tickling-- it was actually a little more arousing, than anything else-- but it definitely was waking him up.
Being pulled so tightly against him was an interesting feeling, and it made Liah draw in her breath with a soft little hiss. It was even more interesting as she realized that the tail of her long t-shirt had displaced itself, wadding itself up around her middle at some point as she'd slept and leaving one less layer of material between the two of them in some spots. She smirked at his sleepy comment and wondered if he thought he was dreaming still. He was so soft there that she didn't want to stop touching, and so she didn't, continuing to smooth her fingers over him. She eased her head back from his chest to peek at him and see if he'd removed his face from the pillow yet.
Right about then was when he shifted his head to open one eye balefully at the not-really-tickling culprit, his arms going up in gooseflesh and his feathers fluffing up in a similar reaction. Oh, right, Liah. Duh. Who he was somehow all alone in bed with, with his arms wrapped around her and his wings pretty much encasing them and her playing around with his feathers in the most sensitive spot on his wings. Well, that was an interesting sort of situation. "Hey. Cut it out. 'Less you wanna be tickled, back."
The fluffed up feathers and the annoyed expression on his face amused Liah. She couldn't help it. He just looked so... huffy. "You can tryyyy," she said, the last word almost singsong. "I'm not all that ticklish though." She halfway wondered if she should pull her shirt down over her hips and thighs, but then that would draw attention to the fact that it had ridden up in the first place, she thought. She wasn't easily embarrassed by things of that sort, anyway. Her fingers stilled, but she kept them where they were for the moment as she waited to see what he was going to do.
Was she really not ticklish? Rowan didn't remember ever actually trying. He gave a disgusted sort of snort and made an effort, at least, the arm that had been around her yanking back enough to grab her side, aiming to tickle-- and it got skin, not cloth. That made him pause again and lift his head, looking down, his fuzzy head wondering if she'd gotten naked somehow.
Didn't look like it. How disappointing.
Liah bit her lip so she wouldn't laugh. "Was that supposed to be a tickle?" she inquired, following his gaze down to her lower body. Without a doubt, it was more of her than Rowan had seen before considering that her shirt was up beneath her breasts and her peach-colored bikini panties were visible. Maybe that was what had him distracted. She was actually a tiny bit ticklish if one found the right spot, but maybe he wouldn't. Then she'd have an ace up her sleeve when it came to tickling wars. She slid her fingers a little higher on his back, wondering how a gentle stroking motion could tickle. Maybe it was something about the wings; she had no idea.
After a brief, aborted little shiver, Rowan actually twitched back from that one, opening the wing and rolling sideways to get away from her hand. "Dude, I said cut it out," he told her, not quite snapping. He was also blushing, and rolling onto his back had not been the best idea first thing in the morning when someone was doing that to him, and he'd kind of wanted to keep the effect it was having on his not-quite awake body. Not that there was any other way to roll, since she was kind of still laying on his other wing, and his arm. He did manage to sit up, but only barely, and it tugged uncomfortably on the wing she was still laying on, forcing her to slide back a little.
Liah wasn't normally oversensitive around someone she knew as well as she did Rowan, but his tone just hit her wrong. When he struggled to roll away from her, she did notice his... condition, but even knowing he might be embarrassed about it wasn't enough to temper her response. He was a boy, it was morning, she'd had her crotch pretty well mashed against his. So what? She sat up, herself, getting clear of the wing beneath her and turning over huffily, getting as close to the far edge of the bed as she could. "Whatever," she said, drawing her knees up beneath the huge shirt as she lay on her side, everything decently covered again. Fine, no touching. Maybe she just needed to get laid. Should have worked harder on British Hottie while she had him down in the basement, she thought petulantly.
And now he'd pissed her off. Just great. Rowan wasn't feeling charitable enough to try and woo her back to liking him just then, so he pulled his wing back and swung his feet off the side of the bed. "I'm gonna take a shower," he muttered, and pushed up, heading to the bathroom. Showers kind of sucked, these days, since he wound up getting his wings waterlogged if he wasn't careful, and they took hours to dry. But he definitely needed one right then. Probably a cold one.
Liah's only response to that was to reach down and yank the covers up over herself, head and all, with an aggrieved sigh. Normally she would've shot back some snarky comment, but she didn't trust her voice right then. What was the matter with her? Maybe it was PMS or something, she thought, annoyed that her eyes had started to leak. She tried to avoid moments of self-pity, because she feared completely losing it, grieving for her mom and Tricia and Cam and her brother, who was a monster, but she wasn't doing so well at the moment. She'd left enough of a hole in her cover-cave so she could breathe, and she wiped at her eyes every so often, thinking that maybe she'd stay in here all day. Probably nobody would miss her anyway.
By the time Rowan was done, after keeping his wings out as much as possible, he was feeling bad for being a jerk. Liah was his best friend, after all, and practically family now, and he didn't really want to make her feel bad. Besides, he was awake now, and he realized he'd probably been a little shorter than necessary.
After meandering out into the living room to give Juniper, coloring on the coffee table, a quick kiss, he went back into the bedroom. Aaaaand Liah was still in bed, buried under the blankets. Rowan tried not to groan. Instead, he came in and crawled onto the bed, coming up to what he thought was "behind" her and wrapping his arms around her. "Hey," he said, trying to sound apologetic in that one word.
Liah had been working herself into a full-on mopey and bitchy mood, and there was no good reason for it. She'd stopped crying, but her face felt itchy from dried tears and she probably looked a mess, and she was beginning to tire of breathing stale air. She had, in fact, been about to fling the blanket off of her head when she'd heard Rowan come into the room, which caused her to instantly freeze like a rabbit in its burrow. She felt the mattress sink in as he crawled over it, and when he put his arm over her and said hey, she couldn't decide right away whether or not she wanted to stay pissy. Her reply could have been hey or it could have been mmph; it would've been impossible to say for sure.
That wasn't all that encouraging, but Rowan persevered. First things first, though. He folded his wing over the blanket-bundle of her, hugged her as best as he could, not sure what side of her he had and not wanting to, like, grope her or something on accident, and said quietly, "Sorry I was an ass." Apologies might not fix everything, but he knew they usually helped, at least some.
He was at her back, and Liah reached up to push the covers off her head, at least, because her nose was stopping up and she couldn't breathe. Gratefully, she took in some fresh air and rubbed at one cheek with her fingers; there were strands of hair stuck to it. "I was kind of assy too," she admitted with the tiniest shrug. She'd thought he was kidding when he'd told her to quit touching him, and she'd kept it up. It was hard to know for sure sometimes if someone you knew that well really meant something like that when they said it.
"So." Rowan pretended to ponder that a moment. "We were both asses to each other. Think we're even now? Or do you wanna pinch me or somethin' to get back at me for being assier and... uh... yeah." He stopped himself before he said "making you cry". Drawing attention to the thing was only liable to get him pinched harder, he imagined. Someone like Liah, they wanted their emotions to not be noticed. She was kind of like him, in that way.
"You're a much huger ass than I could ever be," Liah said, her tone dry but still somehow amused. "And no thanks, I'll wait to pinch you when you're not expecting it. It has more impact that way." She turned her head a little, just enough that she could watch him from beneath her lashes, thinking that it had been really nice to wake up like they had before they'd gotten all cranky at each other. All this shit was just too weird. If he hadn't been her best friend, she might've already jumped him by now. And/or if they weren't almost constantly attended by a five-year old. He might not even be interested, which would be fine if he was just any random guy. Liah could take her knocks as well as any sexually liberated chick. But in this case... it'd just make things awkward.
Propping himself up on one elbow as she looked at him, he grinned lopsidedly. "Great. Now I'll have to be on-guard all the time. And then I'll get pinched by my sister, too, cuz if you surprise me, I'll cuss. And she's a vicious little pincher. Even more vicious than you, cuz she thinks she's all righteous about it." He flipped her hair back from her face with a slightly gentler smile, despite his teasing words: "You're just being mean, now."
"That's what you get," she told him loftily when he said Juny would pinch him too. "If you'd act right, you wouldn't have to worry about getting hurt, would you? Juny doesn't pinch me." She turned her head a little more toward him when he brushed her hair back, thinking that if she was really mean like he said, she'd tell him not to touch her. "Maybe I am," she replied, trying to look hangdog, her lashes still lowered over her eyes. "What're you gonna do about it?"
Rowan returned her half-lidded, pseudo-put-upon look with an exaggerated pout. It wasn't fair. She totally got a better deal out of all this than he did. Not even ticklish.... "Well, since I can't tickle you...." He was tempted to say he could kiss her, but... yeah. He made a big show of trying to think of something appropriate that didn't involve making out or anything. "I suppose I could make you breakfast," he finally suggested.
"I guess that'll do," Liah said after she'd paused to ostensibly think about it. "You can make breakfast while I take a shower. I won't make you serve it to me on a silver tray or anything." Her tone suggested that he'd just missed having to round one up. She'd also be bathing her eyes in cold water while she was in there, but some things didn't need to be shared. She crossed her eyes, stuck her tongue out at him and then sat up, pushing the covers off of herself and swinging her legs over the side of the bed.
Rolling his eyes, but in an amused sort of way rather than a mean one, Rowan said, "I'm very grateful." Not that he would've done it, even if she'd insisted. He was pretty sure she wouldn't have, but he wasn't going to go to that kind of extreme just for her whims. He watched her getting up, sitting up himself, and before she could leave he grabbed up her hand and gave it a squeeze. He just had to ask, more seriously, to make sure: "You know I don't mean to be an ass to you. Right?"
Liah was surprised when he grabbed her hand, nearly falling over her feet since she'd started stepping away from the bed. She caught herself and paused to look at him, her head tilted slightly to one side. Nobody ever knew what she would say in a given situation; sometimes Liah didn't know herself. But this time, prompted by the serious look he was giving her, she said, "Yeah. I know." A brief hesitation, and she leaned over to hug him. Jerk. Lucky for him he was cute.
"Good. Just gotta make sure, and shit." He hugged her back tightly, arms and wings both, before folding up the latter and giving her sides another attempted tickle, a last-ditch effort, with the former. The temptation to kiss her was there again, but he resisted. It was really a problem that she was so damn cute. If she wasn't such a hottie, he'd be having no problems at all, he was sure.
Liah squirmed and bit her lip when he started tickling, because he was getting dangerously close to that spot. "Don't you have breakfast to make?" she asked him, straightening up a little and twitching once more. "Instead of trying to tickle me when I've told you I'm not ticklish?" Much. She reached for his hands, putting hers over them very lightly.
"Liar," Rowan accused her, grinning with a lot more confidence now that she'd squirmed. She was ticklish... he just had to figure out how to do it right. That made him feel a whole lot better about things, in general. He patted her sides under her hands and smiled sweetly at her. Yes, he had breakfast to take care of-- maybe he'd fly down to the first floor to grab something!-- but that could wait a minute or two. "Don't you have a shower to take?"
"Am not," Liah replied, stubborn to the end. Her expression was impish as she said, "Yeah, I have a shower to take, but I'm up and you're the one who's still sitting on the bed. So who's ahead?" She lifted his hands off of her sides and backed up a little, still holding them in an attempt to prevent him from starting off a random tickle fest again. She knew she'd live to regret it if he ever found the one spot where she was ticklish, so she wanted to make sure that didn't happen.
"Gotta let go of me, if you wanna go shower," Rowan pointed out, since she still had his hands. He gave her a playful leer and half-heartedly tugged at his hands, whether in an attempt to get free or an attempt to pull her back. He'd go for either outcome. "Or did you have other ideas you wanna tell me about?"
He was just all mouth, wasn't he? Liah thought. Now that they were both up and about to be off doing other things, he could talk a good game. Boys. If he hadn't freaked because she might feel his hard-on and gotten up, who knew what might've happened? She let him pull her close again, ending up with her face a couple of inches from his. "You're just trying to get out of making breakfast," she accused him, her voice very soft, her lashes mostly lowered over her eyes. If anyone had come into the room and seen them like this, they would have probably thought she was about to kiss him. She smiled a little. "I don't know what ideas I could possibly have," she added... then let go of his hands and jumped back, heading over to the dresser where she'd put her meager wardrobe with a grin on her face.
That was Rowan, all right. All talk. He let her go, snickering, and said, "You're such a fuckin' tease, Liah." Then he climbed off the bed, himself, and stretched out his wings. They met the walls on either side of him. "But breakfast actually sounds good. If it ain't rainin' today, maybe I'll fly down and grab somethin'. Skip all those fuckin' stairs." It was a time-saver, too, he imagined. Maybe he'd, like, leave a window open on the second floor, so he could just land there and swing in, instead of having to knock on the lobby door for someone to let him in.
"That's my job," Liah shot back, smirking at him and then turning her attention to pulling a pair of shorts she'd found in a recent raid of luggage in an abandoned room, a shirt and underwear out of the dresser drawer. "You know you love it." She paused in the doorway to take in the wingspan he was showing, not sure if she'd ever seen him do that before. Pretty cool. "See you when you get back, then," she said, thinking that it made a lot more sense to fly when he could. Practice, and yeah, those damned stairs.