The displeased look, Rae took as the normal ‘don’t tickle me’ unhappiness. “I think that’s more of a game for in private, so you’re safe. For now, anyway,” Rae told him, with a little, slightly playful grin. She looked up at him with affectionate eyes, which to her were very, very telling of how she felt. But right now, she felt so much closer to him than she expected to. “I’m plenty ticklish, too,” she pointed out, as she glanced down at her body, “in some pretty obvious spots. So it’ll be a contest of will power. See who can go the longest without bursting out laughing. Besides,” she glanced up at him again, “you have a nice laugh. I like it.” She was completely unaware of his aversion to being tickled; in Rae’s mind, it was a fun way to flirt. A fun way to play around. If she did know, though, she would have just let it go. She wouldn’t have insisted on it. But she didn’t, so she allowed the thought process to continue. Especially the thought of his smile; the thought of how his smile lit his whole face up.
Philosophy of brain-use. Rae pondered that for a minute and nodded. “It is a weird thought,” she agreed. “But it does make sense. Like, the far-reaches of our minds keep track of basic math and bike riding and dancing, whatever we never think we’ll need to use again...” she chuckled. “The brain’s a weird thing, isn’t it? You’ll never actually know what’s hiding away in there until you need it.”
She leaned against him, admittedly a little more than what was called for in this particular situation, for just a moment before straightening up and allowing her head to turn toward where he held onto her for a second. Once again, they were back to torturing themselves, and once again, she couldn’t care less. “Torture,” she mused quietly, then added, “but I kind of like it,” under her breath.
“Cred- schmed,” she pointed out. “I’d point out that you’d get a lot more attention from a lot more ladies, but I’m not sure if I want that kind of competition.” Once again, showing her cards, but she didn’t care at this point. They were still taking it slow, and she still had the safety of that veil cloaking over her. He couldn’t be taken from her if he wasn’t actually hers, right? That was her logic. “You are approachable,” she poked him in the side. “Very approachable. Not even scary in the least, and I’m not the only one who thinks so. There’s a little baby in Kori’s care who thinks you’re just about the best person to exist, aside from his mommy,” she pointed out. “And if a baby isn’t scared of you, then, well... you must noy be as scary as you want to be,” she teased, before turning her head and pressing her lips to his jaw. “So there.”
Rae didn’t even try not to laugh. “That sounds awful, but kind of awesome at the same time, doesn’t it?” she asked him, at their little conversation of double-entendres. “More than kind of awesome,” she added, under her breath, just barely audible.
His compliment made her smile, and she accepted the kiss, straightening her posture proudly, before breaking out in a chuckle when he told her she’d be beating him, then pausing when the double entendre sunk in. She chuckled against his lips. “I think we’ll be on a pretty even playing field,” she told him against his lips, before snaking her arm around his shoulders and pulling him in for a deeper kiss, not even caring who saw.