Did somebody say FLUFF? How about our favorite couple getting into a tickle fight? That sounds cute!
Here we go for a tickle fight! Thanks for the ask :)
"Talalala… Tutulututuu…"
Spy was humming one of those old French tunes he liked so much. At the same time, he was cooking for him and Sniper, who was taking a shower.
"Ah…"
Spy heard the noise of the shower stop and it made him more excited. He knew he would see his lover any second now. He smiled.
"Palaparapapa… Tilalalilara…"
The pan's content was sizzling nicely and Spy only had to make sure it wasn't burning, so he'd stir it from time to time. He stole a cherry tomato from the salad and snacked on it, resting his hands on his hips. He was wearing his suit trousers and his shirt, the first few buttons of which were open, and he hadn't put on his tie yet.
"Hey, there…" Sniper wrapped his arms around Spy's waist, from behind and nibbled at his neck.
"Hmm… Bonjour… You smell amazing." Spy answered melting in Sniper's arms and leaning against him.
"Thanks, I used your shower gel."
"I know, that's why you smell amazing." Spy arrogantly said with a smirk.
"Oh, cause otherwise I don't, eh?" Sniper asked, feigning offense.
"Well, I didn't say it."
Sniper tightened his embrace and kissed Spy on the cheek.
"You posh little mongrel."
"Rude and incorrect. I am not little."
"Yeah, you are, look at you, next to me you're tiny."
"Who isn't tiny next to you?" Spy answered.
"Oh ho, listen to you talkin' back all the time, cheeky."
"Make me shut up then." Spy suggested as he removed the pan and stopped the fire on the stove. He spun around to face Sniper and looked up at him, his eyes shining after a fashion. "Try to make me stop talking and teasing you, as if you didn't like it." His hands were brushing Sniper's chest slowly.
"I won't try, darl', I will." Sniper bent down to kiss Spy and the Frenchman took the bait until-
"Hm?! Stop it! Hahahaha!! You know I hate that, stop!"
"That's what ya get!"
Sniper started furiously tickling his lover who tried to squirm and wiggle away from his grasp.
"Sniper! Please! Hahahaa!!"
Spy caught his breath in short snorts that Sniper had learnt to love. But soon he felt Spy's hands on his own sides, trying to counter-attack.
"Oi! What d'you think you're doin'?! Hands off!"
"Non!"
Sniper tried his best to resist but ended up bursting in laughter too and lowering his guard for a moment. Of course, Spy took advantage of this…
"Take a taste of your own medicine, Bushman!"
But soon, Sniper took control of the situation back and after a minute of absolute torture, when he saw that he had started drawing tears from Spy's eyes, he stopped and let him catch his breath.
"Oh… Mon Dieu… Sniper… Just, you wait… I catch my breath and I shall take my revenge… Oof…" Spy panted, a hand on his chest.
Sniper chuckled and hugged him.
"You asked me to make you stop talkin'."
"And you failed."
"What?! You were laughing! Not talkin'!"
Spy raised his head to look into the lagoon blue eyes that he had fallen for each time they met his gaze.
"I'll show you how to shut someone up." Spy said as he pushed himself to the tip of his toes to kiss Sniper.
"Uh-uh-uh." Sniper put his index finger on Spy's lips. "You might make me shut up with that, but that's how I get you screamin', love."
Spy's breath cut short and his pupils dilated like a cat's in the dark.
"Please, make me." He answered, his head tilted up and looking at Sniper as if he was the very air he needed to breathe.
"Hm, I don't know. I might, I might not. Y'know, I got stuff to do, Spook." Sniper lied and turned on his heels, walking away from the kitchen. Spy couldn't help but follow him. "And you were cooking, I don't want to be a bother."
They entered the bedroom, Spy still on Sniper's heels.
"Sniper… Please…?"
Sniper turned and faced Spy.
"What? D'you want me to make you shut up or scream now?"
"Both…?" Spy shyly answered, his hands slithering up Sniper's chest, who smiled maliciously.
"Alright, then, but remember, you were the one to ask for it."
Sniper pushed Spy to lie on the bed and didn't let him catch his breath as he let go of his dressing gown and dived down straight to Spy’s neck.
In no time, the Frenchman was singing the spiciest of melodies.
