"Would you love me if I was a worm?"
V asked in the seemingly innocent and mischievous manner they so loved to talk in. To taunt with. Like it was a joke and the most insane thing was a game. A play.
They sat on H's lap even so softly but released themselves once their clothes made contact and their hands found they're way to H's shoulders. Caressing them so gently before a hand went to H's face and the two sets of eyes locked.
One was filled with a joyful taunt and the other with an annoyed scowl. Like they were over this.
V gazed down the H's lips, "Hmm?"
H responded in a tired sigh, exhausted from the struggle and the bite of the ropes "Just let me go."
V's eyes looked sideways and back to H, like they were looking for who was being spoken to. "Mm No."
They held the collars peaking out of H's sweater and admired what it was covering, before tugging at it, pulling it up and themselves simultaneously before repositioning their seating position. Full on straddling.
V delighted at the reluctant embarrassment that creeped into H's constitution. It brought V amusement. V smiled and giggled not just at the reaction, but H's reaction to this reaction. It sent them into a burst.
And as V laughed they heard the sight and could feel the eye rolls from H.
They calmed down. Not quickly, but eventually. At their satisfaction.
V straitened their posture again. And circled H with their lanky cat like agile playful movements, placing one hand after the other on H's shoulders again before sitting just like before "oh sweetie, you make me laugh."
"This dance we do..." V continued
"You chase, I catch, I chase, you catch, in whatever order, will only end when our bones brittle and break."
V removed their hands from H's shoulders. Playtime was over. Their hands went up slowly to H's face and cupped it like it had many times before, forcing it to look at V. And H had no where to hide.
"Now, I ask again, would you love me if I was a worm?"