"Daaamn, girl, you have some ugly toes," Charlie teased as his own foot poked at Lori's. He was smirking and he was completely lying, because Lorianna's feet were just as perfect as the rest of her, but he also knew that her reaction would amuse and entertain him and it felt good to joke and tease with her like this. It had been a rough week for his Lori. Not that she was his anymore, but he was trying not to think too much about that, which was a little easier right now, because he was getting some quality time alone with the girl - just the two of them lounging around on his bed.
She'd wanted to do something fun, so they had. They'd spent hours playing in the snow like kids and then they'd come inside, changing out of their wet, cold clothing. He'd given her a spare pair of his sweats to wear and she was just pulling on a pair of his socks when he started to mock her feet. Which were anything but ugly, but, again, Charlie just couldn't help himself.
Besides, maybe this teasing and joking around would distract her from what she'd been through this week, which was the whole reason he was here to start with. She needed cheering up and he was determined to have her smiling and feeling better before he had to leave again.
Lori had been having an amazing day.
It had only been a few weeks but it felt as if it had been a few months since she'd gotten to spend quality time alone with her Charlie. No, he wasn't hers any more but there was a part of her that would always see him that way. All of that aside, though, this was exactly what she needed. She'd needed to get out of the house and do something fun. She'd been sitting and brooding for what felt like days and it was good for her to just forget for a little while... to be distracted.
Playing in the snow had been great but nothing could beat lounging around in a pair of his over sized sweats. They were warm, much warmer than the wet clothes she'd taken off, and they smelled like him. As lame as it sounded, wearing his clothes was quite similar to being wrapped in a huge Charlie hug and she was already coming up with ways to steal the clothes on her body rather than return them.
"I do not!" she exclaimed, giving him the exact reaction he'd predicted she would have. "My toes are perfect, thankyouverymuch." To punctuate her point, she gave his foot a hasty return poke with her big toe. "You just wish you had toes as pretty as mine." The poke she had given his foot wasn't nearly satisfying enough, though, and she bumped him with her shoulder for good measure.
Oh, she knew that he didn't think she had ugly toes. He spent ninety percent of his time telling her how beautiful she was and she was assured in the fact that there wasn't an inch of her he wasn't attracted to.
"Admit it," she finally demanded as she gave her unsocked toes a wiggle.
"I will admit no such thing!" Charlie retorted, giving her shoulder and answering bump and laughing as she wiggled her toes at him.
It was true, Charlie did think she was beautiful. Every part of her was, inside and out. If he was honest with himself, he was still just as in love with the girl as he had been last summer. He wasn't telling her that, though, or giving in and admitting she was right anytime soon.
"Why would I want those ugly toes on my perfect feet?" he asked, affecting a look of complete serious, even if holding in his laughter made his sides ache a little. He smirked and gave her a light poke in the side.
"You just wish your feet were as attractive as mine!" he teased.
Lori's mouth fell open when he continued to make fun of her toes. They were not ugly! She had beautiful toes. She loved her toes! They were perfectly shaped and always manicured. How could he say her toes were anything less than ... the sexiest toes he'd ever seen?
"My toes are not ugly!" she insisted as she gave him an outraged glare. "My toes are... amazing. All the girls wish they had toes like mine."
When he began talking about his amazing feet she snorted loudly. "You do not have perfect feet, Charlie Douglass. I've seen your feet. They are inferior to my feet."
To prove her point, she leaned forward and began pulling the sock off of his foot. No, she didn't think he had ugly feet... but they weren't prettier than hers.
"My feet are inferior to no one's!" he protested with a smirk. "Every inch of me is pure perfection and you know it. I'm amazing you haven't jumped me yet!"
Charlie wasn't even teasing with that statement. He really did have a high opinion of himself and his appearance and the only part he was lying about here was claiming her toes were less than perfect.
"Hey.. hey now," he whined. "I need those socks. My feet'll get COLD without them!" He pretended to glare at her, but he had trouble pulling it off, because he couldn't help laughing.
Lori rolled her eyes when he declared that he was 'pure perfection'. It wasn't that she didn't hold that same opinion, she just wasn't going to let him be that egotistical without putting up a fight. Even if it was that ego that made her fall in love with him in the beginning.
"Oh yes, pure perfection," she mocked with a snort. "Only... I'm now immune to your charms, Mister Douglass... and your ugly feet do absolutely nothing for me."
She ignored his protests and reached down to pull the remaining sock from his foot. "Now, see," she pointed, as she held her own feet right beside his. "I have the prettier toes. Now, admit it."
He was going to give in and tell her that her toes were perfection or she was going to make him. Simple as that.
"Oh, are you?" Charlie lifted an eyebrow at that claim. He knew better. There was no way she could resist him if he really turned on the charm right now and they both knew it.
It was probably a good thing she kept going before he could put that claim to the test, because a part of him was half tempted to use all his best charming bits just to prove her wrong there.
He was losing a sock, though and laughing as he shook his head from side to side. "No way! I ain't admitting it, cause it ain't true," he resisted.
It was probably good that he didn't have the opportunity to try and prove her wrong because they both knew she would fail miserably. He was very charming, one of the most charming guys she'd ever met. He'd had no trouble charming her the first time around and she knew that probably hadn't changed.
They were just joking here, though. There was nothing serious to it. If they were serious, he wouldn't have been telling her that her toes were ugly.
"Say they're pretty, dammit!" she exclaimed. She threw her wait across his lap, trying to hold his upper body back as she reached down with one hand and took hold of his ankle. "Admit that they're the prettiest toes you've ever seen! Say it!" she demanded as her other fingers began to dance over the bottom of his foot. "Say it!"
"No!" Charlie kept resisting her, kept fighting her demands, even as she grabbed his foot and started to tickle him. He was maybe a little ticklish there, but he fought to keep his composure.
"No way! They're uuuuugly and you knoooow it or you wouldn't be -- Ahaha -- cheating!"
He almost managed to pretend he was unaffected, but that brief laugh slipped through and he couldn't help squirming a little, trying to pull his foot away.
"Cheater! Cheater! Oh, my god, you are such a cheater!" he cried through his laughter.
Football players aren't ticklish, he'd told her on more than one occasion. She'd learned early on in their relationship that that wasn't exactly true, though. Charlie was ticklish... you just had to know where and how and Lori happened to know these things.
"Say it!" she continued to demand.
She ignored all of his squirming and continued to work her fingers over the bottom of his foot. The more he laughed, the more encouraged she was. After a moment, she rolled in his lap until she was facing him. "I am not a cheater," she told him as her fingers move to his ribs. "I don't have to cheat. My toes are perfect and we both know it."
With all his squirming, she ended up slipping into the floor but she didn't let up. She knelt between his feet as she worked, laughing herself as she demanded, yet again, that he tell her what she wanted to hear. "Say it, Charlie!"
"You have... ugly toes," he kept up through the laughter. Nope, he wasn't going to admit to what they both new. "And if you are cheating, so obviously you have to!" he added, reaching for her to try and return the favor with the tickling, though it was difficult with her kneeling down there and tickling him.
"Hey, you know, while you're down there," he teased suggestively, wiggling his hips a little. It was lewd and not even remotely charming - and not what he would have said if he'd been seriously trying anything, but he just couldn't resist.
"I most certainly do not!" she protested. "My toes... are the best toes... you have ever seen." Each one of her words were punctuation with it's own tickle and she couldn't stop herself from laughing every time that he did.
Resistance was futile. Why was he even bothering to fight her?
A completely shocked expression moved over her face when he made his lewd gesture. "Oh, you pig!" she exclaimed. Without thinking about what she was doing, she moved up onto the bed with him, placing a knee on either side of his hips as she continued to tickle him.
"Okay, pig boy," she informed him, her fingers working double time. "Say it... and apologize while you're at it."
Lori was nearly as offended as she was pretending to be but... she had to play it up, didn't she? She was far too much of a lady to do such things... even if they both knew that wasn't remotely true.
"No.. no... not going to.. cheater!"
Charlie could be very, very stubborn and this was one of those times. There was no way he was admitting to something he definitely didn't want to admit to, no matter how she tortured him.
"Oh.. hey... why don't you grope a little lower?" he suggested with a smirk. Why yes, he could be a pig. He was completely kidding, once again, but he just couldn't help it when she was so easy.
Oh, Lori knew better than anyone just how stubborn and pig-headed he could be. It didn't phase her, though. She was just as determined and she was going to win this bickerment if she had to torture him until dawn.
"Say it, Charlie!" she demanded one last time the force of her tickles increasing as she spoke. "Say it or..."
She didn't even bother to finish that threat. They both knew he wasn't going to give in right this second. Why keep saying the same things? It was time for less talk and more action. As she tickled, she shifted her position, pulling her right leg from under her and moving it around until the outside of her right ankle was resting on his chest and her toes were scarily close to his lips.
"If you keep talking to me like that, Charlie Ryan Douglass, you're going to end up with these perfect toes in your mouth."
What Lori may not have thought of was how Charlie was larger and stronger than her. As she shifted, so did her, swiftly rolling them so that he had the upper hand.
"Ha! I don't THINK so!" he retorted as he straddled her, holding her down down.
He was smirking. He couldn't help it. Clearly, she had nothing on him right now and he? He could now repay her for the tickling!
No. It was safe to say that when Lori was sitting on top of the world... or, more accurately, Charlie... she hadn't thought about how much stronger he was. She wasn't even remotely prepared and when she ended up flat of her back with one of her legs pinned between their chests as he straddled the other one, she laid there, looking a little stunned.
"OH YOU ARE SUCH A CHEATER!" she exclaimed before trying to reach around the massive tangle of... them and tickle him. "You cheater! SUCH a cheater! Oh my gosh, Charlie, you are such a freaking cheater!"
Suddenly, now that she didn't have the upper hand in the situation, tickling was most definitely cheating.
Charlie had an evil. triumphant grin on his face as he shook his head from side to side and his fingers danced over her sides.
"Oh, so now tickling is cheating? Now that you're the once being tickled?" Charlie snorted at that bit of hypocrisy, though it was obvious he was having a really good time here.
Though, now that she wasn't being all demanding? It wasn't nearly as fun to hold out. Somehow, the mood turned - for him, at least - and he stopped tickling her to bring a hand to her face, brushing some of the hair away.
"You do have beautiful feet, Lor," he told her softly, "and beautiful eyes.. and the world's cutest nose.." Without thinking, he traced her lips with his thumb as he continued. ".. beautiful lips.. beautiful everything.."
Lori was lost in gales of laughter as his fingers moved along her sides. Unlike him, she'd never pretended to be a tough football player who was completely unaffected by being tickled. Honestly, she was very ticklish... possibly more ticklish than the average person.
When he finally pulled his hands away, she gasped and snickered until she was finally able to compose herself.
Of course, the instantly his hand was brushing over her face, her breath caught in her chest. She was pinned under his affections and it took a moment for her to remember why it probably wasn't a good idea for her to go along with it.
Forcing another round of laughter from her chest, she began pushing at him. "Oh my gosh, Charlie, get up! Get up! I gotta pee!"
That was the truth and a lie all at the same time. While her bladder definitely was reaching it's limit, she was no where near as desperate as she was acting. Such an excuse was for the best, though. She cared a lot about her boyfriend and pursuing this type of conversation with her ex would only spell trouble with them.
After forcefully pushing Charlie off of her, she ran straight for the bathroom. After using the toilet and washing her hands, she returned to his room with a smirk on her face.
"I totally won," she bragged as she made her way back to his bed. "I am Lorianna Carter... Queen of the Perfect Toes."
It was probably a good thing she'd needed to use the bathroom just then. Charlie hadn't gotten caught up in the moment and it would have been easy to let something happen - something that definitely shouldn't happen, no matter how much he might want it to.
He laughed when she returned, shaking his head. "Only cause I let you win, Lor," he retorted. Okay, so she did have perfect toes, but.. he needed to not go down that line of thinking again.
"So, what do you want to do now? Movie? Or should I beat you at a video game next?" he asked, grinning as he changed the subject.
"You always say that," she answered with a smirk. "I refuse to believe it. Sometimes, I just win."
Lori knew just how easy it would be for one or the both of them to get caught up in a moment like that and she was determined to keep that from happening. She'd broken up with him because she couldn't imagine her life without him in it and she wasn't about to let anything get in the way of that, now.
"A movie," she decided. "Let's watch a movie. I'd hate to bruise your ego by winning more than once today."
She was smiling as she began to crawl back onto his bed. Besides, it'd be nice to just lay there and get completely lost in a work of fiction. She was grateful that he was putting so much effort into keeping her distracted. Honestly, she didn't know what she'd be doing without him.
Watching a movie was probably not the safest thing ever for them. His bed wasn't exactly large and they'd have to be kind of close, but he wasn't going to complain about that, either. Honestly, he was only trying to behave for her, because it was what she wanted it.
"What do you want to watch?" he asked, moving over to his stack of DVDs. He didn't have a lot of them, but he had a fair few and he was sure they could find something they'd both enjoy.
Once a movie was picked out and popped into the dvd player, he turned his focus back to her. "I'll grab us some popcorn and some drinks.." He moved from the room and returned a few minutes later with a big bowl of popcorn and two sodas, flashing her a grin as he crawled into the bed next to her.
Maybe it was naive of her but Lori didn't seen any danger in watching a movie with him. Sure, laying on his bed to do so would put them rather close but they were friends and, to her, it was all completely innocent.
"I don't know," she answered. "You pick."
After he put a movie into the dvd player, she nodded eagerly at his suggestion of popcorn and drinks. While he was gone, she leaned over the edge of the bed and gathered the socks that had been discarded to the floor. She pulled on the pair he'd given her and laid the ones she'd stolen off of his feet on the bedside table. When he came back into the room, she slid to the far side of the bed and waited for him to join her.
"Thanks," she grinned as she took a soda from his hand and popped a piece of popcorn into her mouth before he'd really gotten settled. Once he was on the bed with her, though, she leaned back against the headboard and his pillows, settling in to watch the movie he'd chosen.