It's been a slow day today. As the sun was going down and the lamp tuned on, Len and I are lying down, me on top of him on his bed. My chin is resting on his shoulder, so my face was in his hair, then my torso's aligned with his, and our legs are legs everywhere. We haven't moved for a while, and I'm pretty sure Len's reading a book. I'm also breathing pretty slowly, so Len probably thinks I'm asleep.

Mmm. He smells good. He just showered, so his scent resembles some soap or shampoo. Maybe it's lemongrass, or some other crisp fragrance I can't quite put my finger on... But either way, he smells fresh and clean. I take a deep breath, killing two birds with one stone; I get to inhale his scent, and it reinforces the possibility of slumber to Len.

The faint sound of rustling paper briefly disturbs the silence, other than our soft breathing. So Len is reading a book. Interesting.

Our position is a bit awkward, so I allow myself to adjust a little, my body shifting against his. His breathing halts for a second, before continuing normally. I smirk as an I get an idea for a game in my head. How long will it take Len to realize I'm awake?

I start letting my body slip off of his. Slowly but surely, friction is overcome by gravity and I hit the bed. I hear Len snort quietly, no doubt chuckling at my actions while 'asleep.' Oh, he'll pay for that...in due time.

Conveniently, he also turns over onto his side, so we're loosely spooning each other. Since I'm behind him, I allow myself to open my eyes. I wiggle my free arm a bit until it snakes around his lower torso, above his hips. I pause for a few minutes, because if I moved too much in a short period of time, he'd get suspicious. When I deem it appropriate to move, I set the rest of my plan in motion.

Right now, my forehead is level with his shoulders. I let my arm move up a little, gently sliding my hand across my stomach. Len's so ticklish, his breath hitches and he quivers from such a simple little touch. His body visibly tenses and he looks quite uncomfortable, and I know he hasn't flipped a page in a while. Len's obviously too distracted to read, yet I can't help but feel prideful at the fact.

I eventually pull Len into a tight hug, which would provide a reason for my 'unintentional' tickling. Plus, I know he'd think it was cute. I bury my face into the area between his shoulder blades, further providing what would surely be discomfort to such a sensitive area. I resist the urge to smile as he shudders a bit.

I keep myself there for a minute or so before pulling back. I let him recover as I brainstorm my next tactic.

Flip. Flip. Flip. Len turns the page and continues reading. Several minutes have passed and he has turned quite a few pages, so I figured it was my cue to do more.

I scoot up a little, so my mouth was closer to his neck. I parted my lips a little and exhale from my mouth, letting my moist, warm breath roll along the exposed flesh. It takes all my self-control not to snicker as his breath hitches in his throat. I can feel his pulse quicken slightly, before it gradually slows to normal as he gets used to the sensation of me breathing on him.

I finally stop and close my mouth to give him some peace of mind, but not for long. Fun as it was, teasing Len like that, with the danger of getting caught any second, I was quickly getting bored. I decided to let Len move on his own, and if he didn't go where I wanted him to, then I'd just move myself.

My luck was proving to be extraordinary this evening. Len rearranges himself slowly, as to not disturb me—my heart melts a little, how sweet of him...and how evil of me to continue tormenting him despite that. Now I'm slightly above him, my forehead just an inch over his. My chin is almost at his ear, and it would be so easy to just bite it...

So, of course, I open my mouth and gently cup my lips against the very tip of the soft, sensitive flesh, adding my teeth and grazing it as well.

To put it less artfully, I just bit it.

The effect is immediate and immensely satisfying. Len jumps and yelps, tearing his now damp ear away from my mouth. He slams the book on his nightstand. "RIN!" He scolds, whipping over to face me. I pretend to be asleep, though he wouldn't be fooled with the extra large grin on my face.

I open one eye slowly to look at him, his face blushing and fuming. It's extremely cute when he's mad. "What's the matter, Len?" I ask innocently, yawning.

"You very well know what!" He snaps, and I know he's trying really hard to keep a straight face. He's not really angry now, just a bit flustered. I just have that affect on him.

"I don't think so, would you so kindly inform me?"

"I would gladly do so." Len's voice drops in pitch, becoming dangerously soft. In short, he was using the sexy, boyish whisper he knew would send tingles running down my spine. He smirks when he sees the little flicker in my eyes that betrayed my reaction to him.

And he pounces, reversing our positions in an instant. Now he's on top of me, fingers scurrying along my side. I can't help but giggle and squeal, as I was, unfortunately, just as ticklish as Len was. "Aaah! Len, no, wait! Haahaha, please!"

"Was that a 'please' I heard? You want more? You want more, Rin-chan, don't you~?" I hear him playfully tease me over my never ending laughter. I squirm beneath his hold, but in my weakened state, I was unable to wiggle my way free.

"That's right, my little Rin-chan, there's no escaping me..." His voice dips into his lower register again, so low and sweet I shiver despite the tickling. A rosy tint pools in my cheeks, and we both knew it wasn't just due to his fingers working away at my sides, dodging each feeble attempt to stop them with ease.

He finally lets up, allowing me to rest. I suck in huge breaths of air as my last giggles die down, like carbonation in a fizzy drink. Len beams. "Rin, you're beautiful, adorable, endearing—"

I feel my body heating up in reaction to his spontaneous compliments. "—funny, amazing, yet so childish..."

I have to counter him somehow. "And you're so annoyingly sexy, yet sweet, and you're pretty, even for a dude..."

Although the last one was an insult to his masculinity, Len grows pink in the face, but I'm still clearly much more red than he is. "Lee–ennn~"

"Ri–iiinn~" He mimics, and he's using that husky voice again.

"No, that's unfair..." I complain, and he smirks. Ugh.

"But you like it, don't you? You like it when I talk like this. I thought you liked it when I play dirty, too..." His eyes are half-lidded, bright blue and sparkling with mischief and amusement.

"Only when I do it. Go sing soprano or something. Better yet, do a falsetto." But I begin to kiss him all the same, leaning in, and he closes the rest of the distance. His lips—pretty, pink, and just a bit plump—press against mine, and I gently probe it with my tongue.

Len lets out a small squeak, reducing to a quiet whimper as I push my tongue past his lips. He allows me to explore his mouth without a fight, and though I'd rather have him resist me for a bit, I reward him anyways as my tongue undulates against his. Without breaking the kiss, his body shifts against mine as his arms wrap around me. I rest my hands on his chest, though I wasn't pushing him away—guys just like being touched there, I guess.

We exhale heavily, our breaths mingling hotly. We gaze at each other, innocent love blooming between the two of us. I go in for more, but Len decides to be more assertive. Now his tongue slides past my lips, and it's rather messy: he's less experienced than me.

But the feeling of him at least trying to copy my actions was amusing, to say the least. I giggle a bit into the kiss, which visibly frustrates him, as he presses me more tightly to him. Oh, boys and their pride. Len's struggle to maintain his through making out was proving to be equal parts hilarious and endearing.

Nevertheless, I encourage him by reciprocating, and certainly I wasn't acting out of pity when I let a gasp occasionally escape our intertwined tongues, whenever he made a particular pleasurable move. We pull away on an unspoken note, faces flushed and bodies considerably heated up. "God, Rin." His sighs, breathy yet still low. Have I mentioned it was sexy? Because it was.

"Len." My voice echoes his, and it's only a touch higher. If I removed the feminine note, I would have matched his voice perfectly.

"You're perfect for me, you know." And he snuggles up to me, blissful and tired. I yawn—for real, this time. I can sense an impending nap for the two of us.

But I still need to be cheeky to him before we go into dreamland. "Of course I know. I'm perfect."

Len pulls back a bit, nose scrunched up in irritation. He looks mildly wounded at my lack of reciprocation. "Can't you at least say it back?"

Aww. So modest, so humble of himself. Len doesn't know that he's perfect? I'll have to change that. "But you already know you're perfect for me." I state, gently nuzzling him. He graces me with a smile, replacing his upset expression.

"How could I know for sure, if you don't say so?" He wonders, but lets the matter rest. "I love you."

And even after all that, I flush, a pink hue rising to my face, betraying me. He laughs, but then we drift off into sleep.