He was laughing with her, properly laughing, rolling about with her as if he just didn't have a care in the world. It was brilliant to just lose himself with someone, in a moment of sheer frivolity.
He laughed, swatting the pillow away again, but stopping the tickling. He kind of hurt from laughing, his face tired from all of the smiling, breathless and flustered.
He took a moment to catch his breath, and then looked over at her, taking in her appearance- she might have thought she looked a mess, but he thought she looked amazing like this. He gazed back at her for a moment, and then pulled her to him again, sure but gentle, and pressed his lips to hers again. Firm, but oddly loving, slow and relaxed, savouring the moment and the taste of her lips.