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I’ve been getting quite the influx of new followers, so I think a bit of a (re)introduction is in order! I’m so happy & grateful for all of y’all, but sometimes I wonder… if you aren’t just a little bit lost. (No shade at all! I just wonder if like, you know where you are) So I guess it’s about time I have a pinned post to explain things ‘round these parts
Hello, I’m a fic writer who’s been trapped here since 2015, thanks for checking out my blog! I got a wide range of stuff to choose from like headcanons & fics, & a vast selection of fandoms
But before you get ahead of yourself, wait! Come here for a sec, I need to tell you something…
This isn’t an ordinary blog. No, I make fics of a certain variety tickle fics & if that’s not your cup of tea, that’s fine! There’s “normal” stuff here too, but the vast majority of content will be involving that. All my fics are sfw & if I do end up writing anything more suggestive, it will be labeled accordingly
that last ask was meant to be anon, please ignore that
No worries! Copy & paste is here to save the day!
not trying to pressure but i’m very excited for your jaws fic :)
I’m so happy that you’re excited! I’ve been having a lot of fun with it, & I can’t wait to share with y’all! As of right now it’s 1,800 words on the dot, but I still have a few scenes I wanna write, so it’ll probably end up somewhere in between 2-3,000 words
Hooper is such a silly lil guy who’s easy to work up & Quint is a teasy asshole who loves to take advantage of that, & Brody is just along for the ride!
getting mad at ao3 for being against censorship and allowing all kinds of dark and fucked up fics to be on their platform is like getting mad at a library for not banning books
(Look at this amazing and super cool phm gif!! Oh, you cant see it? Skill issue I guess...)
Lee!Grace Ler!Rocky
Rocky plays coffee shop for Grace's enjoyment, but Grace has no money to pay with. Thankfully, Rocky's coffee shop also accepts a different type of currency.
Author's note: inspired by a youtube video made by Jess Parker! She's cool, go check out her videos.
Grace woke up the way he did everytime he woke up, with Mary's lights burning his tired retinas. He grabbed the blanket and covered his face to block out the lights. "Five more minutes, Rock." Grace mumbled sleepily, bracing himself for Rocky's usual protests against going back to sleep after 8 straight hours of it.
Grace peeked out from under the blanket when no such protests came. Rocky wasn't there. Rocky wasn't even in the room. Grace sat up, his suspiciousness of the situation willing his tired body out of his blanket shield.
Grace sighed and swung his legs off the bed. He stretched his arms up over his head with a yawn, deciding to go find Rocky. His bones cracked and popped while he climbed the ladder up to the lab.
Rocky scuttled around the lab in his carapace tight xenonite suit, moving multiple computers around. Some of the computers had pictures of coffee cups and muffins, while others had videos of a coffee machine running on a 1 hour loop.
When Grace entered the lab, Rocky ran towards him happily. "Welcome to Coffee Shop Grace! Can Rocky take Grace order, question?"
Grace gave Rocky a confused smile, looking around at the "coffee shop." "You...made the lab into a coffee shop?"
"Yes! Grace sad and leaky, miss Earth. Rocky do research and bring Earth to Grace. Rocky own Earth coffee shop. Grace order now, question?" Rocky pointed to one of the computers. "That menu."
"You- you made me a coffee shop?" Grace's smile widened and the tips of his ears gained a light dusting of pink. It was nice, having someone care so much, but it was also a little flustering. Grace peered at the computer. "That's... just a stock image of an espresso, Rock."
Rocky shook his carapace. "Grace need to pretend. Rocky read about pretend on human psychology website."
Grace paused, his smile dropping a bit. "Why were you reading about human psychology?"
"No reason- what Grace want order, question?" Rocky quickly deflected.
Grace saw right through his deflection and crossed his arms. "No reason, you say?" Grace gave Rocky his teacher glare, but Rocky wasn't fazed. "We'll be talking about that later."
"No, no talk later. What Grace want order, question?"
Grace hummed, uncrossing his arms and resuming the game. "Well, what do you have?"
Rocky grabbed the "menu" computer and "read" it out. "Rocky have Armando's regular coffee, Armando's special coffee with milk, and Armando's regular coffee."
"Two regular coffees? And a special coffee with milk?" Grace chuckled "I'm not sure I'll be able to choose. It all sounds good."
Rocky waited patiently while Grace thought about what he wanted. However, Grace was milking the comedic pause. He rubbed his chin, hummed dramatically, and tapped his foot.
"Rocky pick for Grace." Rocky grumbled, making Grace laugh. "Grace order Armando's special coffee with milk." He decided for Grace. "Go to dormitory to get from Armando."
Grace groaned playfully, "youre making your costumer get his own coffee? What kind of coffee shop is this!?" He complained, but went back down to the dormitory to get his coffee.
Grace came back into the lab, sipping the coffee. Rocky waited for Grace to finish the coffee, then help out an open claw. "Grace owe Rocky 500 human dollars now."
Grace's mouth fell open at the absurd pricing. "You mean 5 dollars, right? Like, 5.00, not 500." Grace put the empty paper cup on the lab table. "I haven't taught you currency yet, the dot means something."
Rocky tapped a leg on the floor. "No no no, 500 human dollars. Rocky want to be RICH." He opened and closed his outstretched claw. "Grace need pay Rocky for coffee."
Grace shrugged. "I have no money. What can I pay you with?"
Rocky took his claw back amd tapped his carapace like he was tapping his chin. "Earth movie have dishes to wash when human needs to pay. But Rocky have no dishes to wash..." Rocky thought for a moment, then trilled excitedly with an idea. "Rocky know how Grace pay for coffee. Grace let Rocky tickle for 500 seconds."
Grace flushed and wrapped his arms loosely around his middle. "What- Rocky, that would never happen in a real coffee shop." A wobbly smile wormed its way onto Grace's face at the idea.
Rocky didn't seem to care, because he ran at Grace at almost full speed. Grace screamed and ran towards the control room. But Rocky was FAST. Compared to Grace, he couldn't run for long, but he made up for that with speed.
However, Grace didn't need to be caught. He did that all on his own. Stupid human feet tripping over each other. "Great sour cream that hurt." He grumbled, rubbing his nose. The pain was short lived, though, because Rocky was grabbing Grace's arms and turning him onto his side, making Grace forget the pain and remember the tickles.
Rocky used one claw to hold Grace's arms away and two claws to softly squeeze and pinch at Grace's belly and lower belly. Rocky had grown to like Grace's squishiness, despite at first being disgusted by it.
Grace squealed and kicked his feet, pushing his face into the floor. "Wahahait ROHOCKY- thahahat tihickles."
Rocky laughed with Grace, his claws moving to his sides and ribs. "Rocky know. That whole point."
Being on his side meant Grace wasn't able to twist or turn very easily. The lack of mobility made the tickles so SO much worse (or better, depending on how you looked at it.) "Thahats so bahahad! Gehet BACK- nohoho youre meheheAHAHA"
Rocky had started humming so low the sound waves that traveled to his claws made them vibrate against Grace's ribs. Rocky then leaned against Grace's tummy, making Grace's entire middle ripple with gentle vibrations.
Grace screamed, trying to hide his cackles in the floor beneath him. Key word, trying. His giddy smile and happy crickles by his eyes were clearly visible to Rocky.
"Grace happy, question? Grace seem happy. Grace like squeezes, question?" Rocky emphasized his question by letting go of Grace's hands and using it to plant extra squeezes to Grace's hip, which earned him a stream of muffled giggles.
Grace pushed at Rocky's claw with one hand, shaking his head wildly. Rocky's claws shot under his arms, making Grace clamp his elbows to his sides. "Nohoho pihits, thahats mehean!" Grace rolled onto his stomach.
Rocky giggled and poked along Grace's back with his third claw. "Grahace the ohone who not pay for coffee! Rocky not mean, Grace mean!" Rocky chirped.
Grace shook his head, yelping when Rocky's claws left his armpits to taze his sides rapidly. Soft giggles poured from him as Rocky pulled back, the 500 seconds apparently over.
"Grace pay in full, Rocky done." Rocky stood back, waiting for Grace to get his metaphorical shit together.
Grace sat up criss cross applesauce, rubbing his sides. "I- I dont lihike you sometimes." Grace muttered with the last of his giggles disappearing. Rocky hummed in amusement and pat Grace's leg.
"Grace want another coffee, question?" He asked playfully.
Grace shook his head quickly, "no, no thank you, Rock. Im- Im good, no more."
Rocky scuttled back to the lab. "Next coffee is 1000 human dollars." He called from the lab. "Since Grace have no money, next coffee is 1000 tickle seconds."
Grace scoffed "double the price of the first? What kind of business are you running here?" Grace stood up and followed Rocky to the lab.
Rocky's business didn't stay open the whole trip back to Erid. With the business, Armando ran out of coffee much quicker than Grace had predicted he would. Neither of them could figure out why...
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alright everyone dinner’s ready. i got the idea for this from an ask by @tea-and-tickles - thanks for the idea!
Lee!Grace, Ler!Yao, Ler!Ilyukhina
Summary: Grace tests out some new vocabulary. Fuck around and find out, basically.
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Grace spun in a slow circle in zero gravity. "Guys."
"What," Yao replied flatly, barely looking up from where he was calculating a steady flight path around Tau Ceti into the area of Tau Ceti-e convenient for astrophage sampling.
"I am," Grace said with a long-suffering sigh, "soooo bored."
His foot bumped lightly into a screwdriver on the lab bench and Ilyukhina shot him a glare as she reached over to stop its gentle spin away from her.
"I miss when you were still puking everywhere," Ilyukhina muttered. "It was less annoying."
Grace chuckled at the insult. "I don't miss the puking," he said lightly. "I do miss the gravity, though."
Ilyukhina returned to the astrophage sampler that she was assembling and calibrating for their upcoming foray into Tau Ceti's Petrova line.
"The faster we get to the sampling zone, the sooner you can use the lab for science, which means you will get gravity back," Yao intoned. "So now it is time to hush so Olesya and I can do that."
Grace stopped himself mid-spin and pulled himself over to look over Yao's shoulder. "Waiting is boring," Grace said, absentmindedly watching Yao do his calculations. "I think you forgot to carry a one over there," he added, pointing vaguely at the page.
Yao tensed, checked his work, and scratched out the mistake. He sighed and started again.
"What would my students say in a time like this?" Grace mused aloud. "I bet they'd have something amusing."
"Can't you think inside your head?" Ilyukhina murmured under her breath.
"They'd probably say that…Yao's math ain't mathing," Grace said, chuckling softly. "And that this lab is mid without any gravity."
Ilyukhina looked up from her work. She was wearing her signature death stare, but the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned. "Are you done?"
Grace pulled himself over to look at the sampler she was working on. He was giggling under his breath. "This sampler is cringe, but I should let her cook."
Yao fully set his calculations down with a sigh. "Ryland, we are in the process of saving planet Earth."
"No cap, broski," Grace wheezed.
Ilyukhina suppressed a snort at the expression on Yao's face. Grace's eyes lit up and he pointed a delighted finger at her. "You're laughing!" Grace exclaimed. "I guess my slang lowkey hits different."
Yao and Ilyukhina made eye contact. Yao nodded with a sigh. "Okay, Dr. Grace. I see how it is."
Grace was red-faced and laughing. "It's giving, uh, no aura," he chortled.
Ilyukhina stood up and Yao pushed lightly on Grace's chest to send him to the back wall of the lab. They both followed him.
"Guys? What's going on—uh, this is kinda sus," Grace flustered, still attempting to commit to the bit.
Yao reached Grace and pinned him to the wall by placing a firm hand on his chest.
"I do believe I have the right words for this," Yao mused. "How do they say it? I think it's… you're cooked."
Grace flushed pink. "What- what are you even going to do to me?" He squeaked. "Th-this is not very mindful, or very demure—"
Ilyukhina cut him off with a firm squeeze to his left ribcage. Grace squeaked like a tea kettle. "Hey! Don't—"
Yao chuckled. "Good idea, Olesya. A fitting punishment for such childish language."
"Thank you, Li-Jie, I thought of it myself," Ilyukhina said smugly.
"Guhuys? I'm right- HERE!" Grace protested, the last bit turning into another squeal as Yao massaged his fingers into the crease of Grace's hip. Grace kicked out, his legs pinwheeling like a cartoon character as he threw his head back in helpless laughter.
"No- nnnnNO!"
"Yes," Ilyukhina replied, digging her fingers under Grace's arm.
Grace screeched and curled up like a pillbug. "You guys are bullies," he whined, protecting himself as best he could.
"No, we are just, uh, gentle parenting," Yao grunted, bracing a knee against Grace's stomach and using it as leverage to uncurl the scientist for better access.
"Wha- I- this is your version of GENTLE?! And I'm not a toddler—" Grace spluttered, fighting to stay curled up.
"You were speaking like toddler," Ilyukhina smirked, clawing roughly at Grace's ribs. Grace cackled and kicked uselessly at the air.
"You are giggling like one," Yao chuckled.
"Shut- UP!" Grace whined, kicking more precisely at Yao's middle.
The next few moments resulted in quite a quick escalation.
First, Grace's foot made contact with Yao's stomach. Yao was knocked back about two feet and some of the air was punched out of his lungs. Grace let out a victorious laugh.
Next, the lab went totally still.
Ilyukhina scoffed lightly in delighted surprise at the drama that was sure to unfold. "Uh oh," she said, poking Grace in the side.
Yao looked halfway between incredulous and murderous.
Third, Grace attempted another kick with a cheeky grin, because he didn't know what was good for him.
"Oh, this is not happening," Yao grumbled as he caught Grace's kick. He quickly put the offending foot in an ankle lock.
Grace yelped and tried to pull his foot back. "Wait- I didn't mean it! It was just, your face was priceless—"
"Priceless?" Yao scoffed. "What, you think I don't know how to catch a kick?" Then, he muttered something foul-sounding in Mandarin.
"Well, you missed the first one—WAITWAITWAIT!" Grace's voice rose in pitch and Yao made quick work of his NASA-issue grippy sock. "Okayokayokay, I'm sorry, come ohohon you don't have to do this," Grace protested.
Grace shrieked with laughter as Yao ignored him and rubbed his blunt nails roughly across the sole of Grace's foot.
"Is this really so bad?" Yao asked.
"YEHEHES!!" Grace cried.
"Oh, that is okay, I can do other things," Yao said calmly, as if he were being extremely generous.
He snatched a lab cleaning brush that was hovering nearby. He waved it in Grace's face. "You did not put this away after washing it, so what comes next is your fault."
"What are you gonna do with— AAAAHH!!" Grace's shrieked as Yao brought the brush down to his exposed sole and scrubbed. It was awful, it was hell, it was exactly what he wanted. Grace twisted uselessly in Yao's grip, loud cackles and cries for mercy spilling out of his mouth like a broken faucet.
Grace felt smaller hands steady his shoulders and that should have given him some warning, but he was still unprepared when Ilyukhina squeezed at that perfect spot on the back of his neck. He screeched and his back arched.
"Oh, poor scientist forgot he had this spot," Ilyukhina cooed. "Our little amnesiac."
"We should stop calling him scientist and start calling him ticklish," Yao observed over the sound of Grace's mirthful screaming.
"NOHOHO— DO NOT—"
"What's wrong with calling you ticklish?" Ilyukhina grinned.
Yao let up on Grace's foot so he could reply. "Ihit's- it's too embarassing!"
"You don't like the word 'tickle'?" Yao asked.
"What if we say it in another language?" Ilyukhina said smugly. "How about щекотать?"
"Or 痒痒?" Yao chimed in.
Grace covered his red face and groaned.
Ilyukhina patted Grace's shoulder. "I think we killed him," she chuckled.
Yao gently put Grace's sock back on his foot for him, chuckling softly at the way Grace now flinched from every small brush to his abused sole. "Are you going to let us do our work now?" Yao asked.
Grace whined a soft, pathetic "yes" from behind the hands covering his face.
Yao squeezed Grace's shoulder. "Good man."
Yao and Ilyukhina returned to their abandoned work and the lab settled into quiet again. Grace remained curled up in a ball for a while until he felt ready to uncover his face. He watched them work in silence.
Grace chewed his lip, and then muttered experimentally under his breath: "That wasn't very based."
There was a moment of silence, and then Yao spoke up in a warning tone, not looking up from his work. "Grace."
Grace lowered his voice even more. "It was chopped, actually," he exhaled.
This is a collab with the lovely @milotkls!! I wrote the fic and they drew this absolutely gorgeous drawing <33 please please go check out their work and like + reblog on their page at this link !!!
Ler!Stratt, Lee!Grace
Summary: Stratt makes a discovery and Ryland can’t take the anticipation.
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Dr. Ryland Grace had grown up with a twin brother and two older brothers. It was no wonder he flinched like an abused dog when anyone reached past his ribs, stomach, or neck.
A fact that Eva Stratt had just discovered.
Stratt frowned. "Are you injured?"
Grace wrapped his arms more tightly around himself. "Nope. All good." His voice was higher than usual.
She raised an eyebrow at him and took a sip of the coffee she had just reached across her colleague to grab.
The conference room was suddenly too quiet. Dr. Lokken made meaningful eye contact with Dr. Lamai. Dubois and Yao exchanged a bewildered glance. Shapiro mouthed across the table at Ilyukhina—Should we be concerned?
Ilyukhina unsubtly passed her a Post-It note back: Maybe she's been kicking her lap dog.
Shapiro hid her laugh in a cough.
Grace cleared his throat. "Uh, so, what was I saying?"
"The spin drives?" Shapiro offered, feeling guilty for laughing.
"Right, thank you…"
***
Stratt found Grace in the staff kitchen later. He was staring blankly as his stale coffee spun around and around in the microwave. He startled as she sidled in next to him.
"Oh- Christmas Eve. I should put a bell on you," Grace muttered.
"That would be inappropriate," Stratt replied calmly, stirring a flavorless 5-hour energy shot into her fourth coffee of the day.
They fell silent. Grace was visibly sweating.
"What was that, earlier? In the conference room," Stratt asked quietly.
"There's no way that's good for you," Grace deflected weakly, pointing at the offending 5-hour energy bottle.
"Answer the question, Dr. Grace."
"It was nothing," Grace flustered. The microwave beeped insistently.
Stratt hummed. Grace looked at anything but her.
"You know, Dr. Grace, people will think I'm abusing you if you keep flinching like that," she muttered.
"What— no they won't." Grace took his coffee out of the microwave.
"They already think we're fucking, why not that too?" Stratt asked coolly.
Grace spluttered and coughed into his coffee.
Stratt chuckled softly. "Just tell me."
"Fine. Jeez. I grew up with three brothers, okay? My instincts are- are hardwired for constant threat."
"What kinds of threats?"
"Oh, I don't know. Flying pillows thrown at my head. Getting pantsed. Impromptu wrestling matches…"
"Being tickled?" Stratt offered.
Grace bluescreened. "Wha- um- I- no, just…"
Stratt waited patiently. Grace hated her for it.
"Maybe. Fine. Sure," he finished.
"Good to know," Stratt murmured.
"Wait—what does that mean? Eva?!"
She was already walking away.
***
Stratt watched Grace through the window of his lab as he lowered himself to the ground, lied down underneath a rack with a large gel documentation machine on top of it, and started tinkering with the bottom of it as if he were fixing a car.
Stratt frowned. She could've sworn she had told Grace that there were lab technicians at his beck and call to fix anything he needed.
She entered the lab and approached her scientist. He was listening to music on the lab's speakers and was too focused to hear her walking closer.
"Na… na na na na na nah… hey Jude…" Grace sung under his breath.
The Beatles, Stratt thought. Fitting.
She crouched next to him, examining his tools and the way he was fixing the machine. It looked like he was replacing a rechargeable battery pack.
Stratt's gaze slid down Grace's body, examining his poor, albeit open and relaxed, posture and the way his shirt was riding up from the act of raising his arms over his head.
She cleared her throat.
Grace nearly jumped a foot in the air, banging his head against the lab equipment. "Fudge- I didn't see you there."
"You're aware that you can call people to come and fix things."
"I know, but, I like doing it myself," Grace mumbled, sliding out from under the machine and curling up into a protective ball.
"Why are you doing that?" Stratt asked.
"Because the battery died?" Grace answered, a puzzled expression crossing his face.
"No. Protecting yourself."
"I'm- I'm not protecting myself," Grace stuttered.
"Relax, then," Stratt said, sitting back on her heels.
"I am relaxed," Grace said defensively. "I'm the picture of relaxed."
"People who are relaxed don't need to announce it," Stratt said, scooting closer.
"What- What is this. Why are you—" his voice was awfully high. "Stratt?"
"Yes?" Stratt replied, a small smile starting to crawl across her face. She was now a foot away from him on the floor. She could see how dilated his pupils were.
"I- Eva. Come on."
"What? I'm not doing anything," she chuckled.
"You are though!" Grace protested.
"What am I doing, then? Spell it out for me."
"You're- you're…ugh!"
"What?" Stratt challenged.
"This isn't fair," Grace whined.
"What's not fair? I still don't understand what exactly it is I'm doing that is vexing you so much," Stratt said in one smooth breath.
Grace's mouth was agape and his cheeks were hot. "You're doing the… you're doing the anticipation thing."
"Anticipation of what?" She tilted her head to the side with a bemused smile.
Grace sputtered and started and stopped and couldn't get a sentence out. "Will you JUST get it over with and tickle me already?!" He finally outbursted.
"Ohhhh," Stratt hummed smugly. "That's what this is about."
"Don't pretend like that wasn't what was happening here!" Grace exclaimed.
She smiled. With teeth. Grace had never seen her do that before—only tight-lipped, hiding-her-amusement smiles. For a second he forgot his predicament because her smile was so rare. He couldn't help but feel pleased that he had coaxed it out of her.
Until she spoke, that is. "Fine, I'll bite. Your constant flinching intrigues me."
"I- why?!"
"It's cute," Stratt mused. "And it implies that you are far too sensitive for your own good."
"Wha- cute- hey…" Grace interrupted himself, warily eyeing Stratt's approaching hands. "Hey, come on, don't."
"Why not?"
"You seem to have a lot of questions today," Grace grumbled through gritted teeth. His blush had begun to spread down to his neck.
Stratt's hand stopped and hovered at Grace's side. He flinched, his elbow digging in against it, but otherwise remained still. "Jumpy," she chuckled.
"Can you blame me?" Grace squeaked.
"Why aren't you running away?" Stratt mused, wiggling her fingers. Grace's eyes were locked on them and he swatted weakly at her hand.
"I- I don't know!" He flustered. "I'm- I'm a little overwhelmed at the moment if you hadn't noticed!"
"I'm not even touching you."
"Exactly!"
"Okay, I'll move my hand," she smiled. Stratt retracted her hand fully, tucking it into her lap. Grace remained just as tense. "Why aren't you relaxing?"
"I don't know, you've gotten me all…worked up." He gestured wildly at the gap between their bodies.
Stratt started to stand up. "You do realize that could be taken out of context."
"Not what I meant—wait, where are you going?"
"To my meetings, what's wrong?" Stratt raised a sly eyebrow.
"I- I don't…" Grace puttered out with an exasperated sigh. "You know what you're doing."
"Mm, so now you want me to tickle you?"
"That's not what I said!"
"That's what it sounds like to me," Stratt smirked, quickly closing the distance.
Grace scrambled back. "W-wait, wait, hohold on!"
Stratt paused mid-reach.
"I- uh. I didn't mean—"
"Make up your mind, Dr. Grace," Stratt chuckled.
"Fine, just—just do it!"
Stratt slid closer and gently moved Grace's arms out of the way. He shimmied in place, feeling terribly exposed. She resisted laughing at him.
Stratt moved her hands even closer, just above his tummy but not touching. "Is this better?"
Grace clawed at his own collar to keep himself from pushing her away. "NO! It's nohohot…" His speech broke into wheezy giggles.
"I'm not touching you, why are you giggling?" Stratt murmured, wiggling her fingers a little to see if that got a reaction.
It did. "I'm nohot gigglihihing!"
"Don't scientists usually prefer facts and data over denial and single-mindedness?" Stratt mused, poking him lightly. He squealed, overreacting from the anticipation. She laughed this time. She couldn't resist.
"There is NOHO data, as far as I can tell no one is recording THIHIS—" Grace cut off with a shriek as Stratt clawed lightly from the center of his tummy across his sides and up his ribs.
The way Stratt tickled was nothing like Grace had ever experienced. With his brothers, it was always about squeezing as hard as possible and digging cruelly into every spot one could reach. Stratt, on the other hand, played a waiting game. And when she was done waiting, she tapped and poked and squeezed. If Grace had his wits about him, he would have complained about the way her fingers didn't articulate individually, how they stayed together (almost like flexible LEGO figure hands, Grace thought) and covered a larger surface area to tap and squeeze and crawl all over his torso.
"Have you had enough yet?" Stratt asked calmly as she gently massaged at Grace's hips. He snorted with laughter, clinging helplessly to her shoulders.
"I- whahahat- what kinda quehehestion is that?!"
"You have an excellent vocabulary, Dr. Grace, I'm sure you can use it." Stratt nudged Grace's chin up from his chest to get at his neck, scratching gently at his jaw.
Grace went nonverbal, hiding his face against her sweater. He covered his red cheeks. He didn't even care that he was exposing his neck more to Stratt's fingers.
"Hmm?" Stratt prompted, burrowing into Grace's now-open underarm.
"FU-HAHAHA- Get outta there!"
"I will if you answer me."
"YEHES! OKAY? I've had enohough!"
Stratt withdrew her hands. "Good." She stood up. "Drink some water. And try not to flinch in our meetings, it really does concern people."
Grace watched her leave, completely bewildered. He slowly stood up and brushed himself off. He looked like a storm had passed through unexpectedly: his hair and clothes were mussed, his cheeks were bright red, the corners of his eyes were wet from laughing.
As he walked over to the sink to grab some water, he noticed something in the window. He squinted, and then put his glasses back on.
Carl waved at him from the security window, an amused smile on his face.
"Gosh flipping darn it," Grace muttered, cheeks aflame again.
this is my part for a collab with the wonderful @greatleekate !!!! please check out anticipation on her page, it is so so cute and such a great read!! i absolutely loved pulling from it for this >x)
