Cleaning, Pudding and⊠Tickling?
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Summary: Gloria comes home seeing Jimmy finally did something productive. He gets rewarded⊠in a wholesome⊠and very giggly way.
It was supposed to be a rhetorical statement, Gloria having returned to her ratty apartment in Oakland after a night out of town with her friends. St. Jimmy was on her couch, his shoes put neatlyâhow the hell was that possible?â next to the door and two beer cans stacked on each other on the coffee table.Â
âHow the fuck did you get in?!â
âYou gave me a key⊠last year. You said youâd change the locks before you left, but I see you procrastinated⊠as usual.â
Gloria sighed in annoyance, putting her overnight bag on the kitchen counter. âI donât procrastinate, I just find better things to do.â
She stepped over a discarded plastic containerâthat she told herself sheâd pick up the week before she leftâon the floor to get to him and possibly slap some sense into him.Â
Except there was no container.Â
Jimmy put his hands in his pockets, looking down shyly as Gloria took in her space around her. The counters were spotless and the mold that was building up in every corner of the kitchen was cleared. Everything⊠was clean.
âI know, I know⊠you donât like me touching your stuff, but it was the least I could do. You donât deserve your apartment to be a mess when youâre already one yourself.â
That got a tight laugh from her, wrapping her arms around Jimmy when he pulled her into his chest.Â
âDonât mention it. Now⊠whatâd you get? Iâll help you put everything away.â
âThese are amazing, whereâd you get these?âÂ
Jimmy moaned deliciously at the chocolate pudding melting in his mouth. Gloria chuckled, scraping the last of her own in her spoon.Â
âThereâs a new pop-up a few blocks from here. They say itâs homemade.â
âI love it. Thanks for getting it. Now you. Get over here.â
Gloria barely had enough time to put her pudding cup down when she was pulled into Jimmyâs arms, wrapping his blanket around them both.
âGohohod, youâre insufferable.â
âYou love me. Otherwise Iâd be on the streets.â
âYouâre luhucky I love you. Otherwise youâd be sleeping on this couch.â
âWohow, I thought youâd say something nicer. You know what? Just for that, Iâm gonna smother you with love and cuddles. How does that sound?â
âNoho! You sappy bastard, lemme go!âÂ
Gloria was giggling before Jimmyâs lips met her cheek, peppering noisy smooches all over her face. She could only turn away in hopes of him stopping, which didnât really do much since he was a lot quicker than her.
âWhere ya goinâ, sweetheart? You donât like the affection Iâm givinâ ya?âÂ
âI dohoho! It juhust-â
âOh, youâre not ticklish, are you?â
âI am nohohot, go awahaheeee!â
âOhoho no, youâre not gonna get away from me anytime soon now that I know youâre ticklish~â
Oh, Gloria was screwed. She knew how much of a tickle gremlin Jimmy was around his friends, what very few he had. She had managed to cover herâŠÂ sensitivity and put her guard up before Jimmy could test it out on her. But nowâŠ
How the mighty have fallen.Â
âNohohoho! Iâll gehet you for thihihihis!â Her body went slack and she went down on the floor, taking Jimmy with her and landing with a soft thud on the carpet.Â
âAH!â Gloria barely kept a squeal in her throat when Jimmy unexpectedly dipped down and blew a raspberry on her stomach through her shirt. She playfully smacked his head and shouted, âWhat the hehell was thahat fohor?âÂ
With a wicked grin, Jimmy leaned in and rubbed his nose against hers. âFelt like it. Now I know youâre susceptible to them.â
âWhat about you, huh?â Gloria poked a nail into his lower ribs in jest. Jimmy jolted
upright, grabbing her wrist with speed both of them didnât know he had. He wouldnât meet her eyes as she put herself in a more comfortable position to eyeball him.
Jimmy finally met Gloriaâs eyes, and thatâs when she pounced. With a bright and childish scream, the black haired man rolled over to escape, crawling backwards on his elbows and rapping his heels against the carpet to push himself away.Â
âNonononono! No! Waiwaiwait, Gloria! I-it was in good fun, I didnâtâIâm sorry! Justâcome on, we can work this out, okay? Iâm sâIâm sorrEE!!â
Jimmyâs protests and apologies were drowned out in a squeak when Gloria grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head. His face flushed when she straddled his waist, scanning her up and down for any signs that sheâd let him up.
âOhh, Jimmy. Youâre gonna be sorry when Iâm done with you, cutie.â She let go, seductively gliding her nails painfully slow down his arms. Jimmy flinched slightly when she reached his underarms, his face morphing from fear to confusion.
Gloria kept up her charade and siren eyes, settling her palms on either side of his torso. She let him bathe in the doubt for a second, letting his shoulder relax and a smug grin to form on his faceâŠ
Before digging harshly into his ribs.
St. Jimmy practically levitated off of the floor as he screeched, a string of protests coming out in what sounded like tongues before he fell into wild cackling.
âYOU SAHADIHIHIHIST!!â
âI told you I was gonna getcha!â
âGotta reward you for cleaning my apartment, right?â The poor man squealed when he felt warm lips on his neck, blowing terribly ticklish ripples into the skin. He was careful where he put his hands to push her away, doing more flailing than anything else as he pressed his biceps to his ribs, trapping the offending fingers.
âGLOHORIAHAHAHAHAAH!â
âThatâs my name, donât wear it out!â
Gloria didnât let up in the slightest, digging a claw shaped hand into the center of his belly. Yelling out a squeaky protest, he swatted meekly at her, hair going in all directions and a tear streaming down his cheek.
âWA-WAHAHAHAEEEE!!â Gloria giggled at Jimmyâs demise, finding a new spot on his lower ribs that made him kick out futilely.Â
She watched as the smile on his face became genuine this time. It showed in his crowâs feet bunching around his eyes, his lips stretched into a grin, the healthy tummy pudge around his lower belly. The real Saint Jimmy was finally revealing itself.Â
âNo more waiting, St. Jimmy. Now, letâs see how ticklish these ribs are~â