Tickle fight? Aww wasn't that cute. Well it might be until someone wet themselves and unless one of them was into golden showers or some of that other fucked up shit you could find on the internet... it was just bound to get weird fast. But in the interest of protecting her bladder and future mortification, Jax was fairly certain that Sir Shongslalot could be the dubbed name of Manny's 'better' half. Though at this point it was debatable. She liked the rest of him pretty damn well.
Hence the tarded blushing. Fucking hell.
Oh she might have to kick his ass later for that look, brows wiggling like he was doing something right. Nevermind the fact that she was. Okay so really she was just a little embarrassed about the whole girly thing. But whatever. She wasn't going to dwell on it. Plus that was kind of hard to when there was a hand going where no hand had gone before. See, Manny really should have won that award.
To her credit, she didn't freeze up like she'd wondered if she would. Then again nothing was quite like she thought it would be so any old expectations were clearly on their way out the window. Instead she just... went with it. And instead of taking it all too seriously, she just smirked at him. "Excuse you. Bad touch. Bathing suit clearly covers that, perv." Now that helped get rid of any nerves she might have held, back on familiar grounds. Why she'd shut her trap for so long was a mystery. OH yeah. Tongue in mouth had that effect. Well that was probably okay.
No sooner were her words out of her mouth, then her own hands were covering more ground and shoving up at his shirt. Not the most finesse in the world but she made up for it in uh... exuberance. Yeah that was it. His shirt was just clearly in the way of her getting more of that heated contact. And it was only fair.