(Palette)

Upon waking the next morning, or rather around noon the next day, I stayed with Goth as he slept soundly. The blanket had fallen off of him a bit and looked down at him, going to pull the blanket up.

My hand paused when I saw light marks on his arm and ribs. Instead of pulling the blanket up I pushed it aside more, looking at the extensive marks on his body. How did I not notice that last night?

I knew the answer: I was blinded by need, by desire. Looking down at the faint scars, I wondered how he got them... and if they were self-inflicted.

Goth stirred, shivering a bit in the cold. Pulling the blanket over him I smirked at him softly.

"Morning, wittle Gothy," I purred.

"It's noon, Pal," Goth sighed, glancing at a clock. He tried to sit up but groaned, laying back down. I smirked more, propping myself up on my elbow.

"A wee bit sore, are we, wittle wone?" I cooed. He looked at me, wanting to glare but smiling.

"I'm not sure if I should be happy you're so good," he murmured, "Or upset that I can't move because of you."

"Maybe you should be both," I told him, "Then I know how to make it up to you... or punish you."

He sighed at that, shaking his head, "What am I going to do with you?"

"I can think of a few things..." I shrugged and this time he did glare at me.

"One taste and you're addicted already," he accused me.

"Hey, what can I say," I put my hand to his chin, bringing his face closer to my own, "You make me feel good and I wanna feel good all the time..." I kissed him heartily, leaning over him. I ran my hand down his ribs, tracing a large circle over the area. A few seconds of this and he grabbed my wrist, panting slightly as he looked down at my hand.

"Did I hurt you?" I whispered and he shook his head.

"No, I'm just... still not used to being so bare..." he breathed nervously, "Next to someone else..."

"Just relax then," I whispered to him, freeing my wrist from his grip, "Let me make you comfortable around me..." I kissed him again, carefully rubbing his ribs. I felt him shudder at my touch but he let me continue, slowly calming down. A gentle pulse came from his chest, regular beats as he calmed himself. Putting my hand on his sternum, I rubbed it with a slight force, pressing my hand into it. He grabbed my wrist again but didn't force me off.

I broke away and sat up, sitting on my heels and looking over at him. I nodded, wanting him to sit up with me. He did, crossing his legs and orienting himself more comfortably. I took his hand in both my own and brought it to my jaw, kissing his knuckles gently as he watched me. Then I put it on my sternum, placing it flat on my chest with the hole of his palm over my sternum. His eyes widened as he felt the pulse of my soul.

"Wh-why is it pulsing?" he asked breathily. Taking his other hand in one of my own, keeping the first on my chest, I kissed it and answered.

"Because I want you, Goth," I whispered breathily into his hand, "as you want me." I placed his other hand on his own chest, above where his soul rested, letting him feel the rhythmic, identical pulses.

Staring at me, feeling the pulses, Goth looked into my eyes. Deliberately I moved his hand up and down on my chest, lifting it and pushing it down so he pet me. He soon took over the motion, moving his hand over other parts of my chest as he explored. A red blush lit up his face as he trailed up and down, but he was soon fascinated. I kissed his other hand again and placed it on my chest. He began moving in parallel motion, rubbing circles on each side of my ribs. I tipped my head a bit, enjoying his soft, hesitant touch. His hands went up and traced my collarbone, causing me to force a cough to stop the giggle that tried to surprise me.

He paused, and I thought, I can't be ticklish, I just can't. He traced a finger across it again and the laugh came forth before I could hide it, so I covered my mouth. Using his other hand, he pet them at the same time and I couldn't stop the laughs.

He cocked his head at me, "I didn't know you were ticklish, Palette," he grinned wickedly.

Oh no, I thought, "Neither did I," I laughed a bit. He kept up a light touch, moving his hand up and down my collar bones, causing me to laugh. Suddenly, Goth leaned forward and kissed one of them, his jaw leaving a feathery touch on the sensitive, ticklish bone. I had to laugh again at the sensation, I couldn't control it.

"Where else are you ticklish, mmm?" Goth muttered against the bone. He continued kissing my collarbone, disabling me from doing anything in protest, his hands exploring for other areas as I giggled at the sensation. One hand traveled down my arm while the other traveled down my ribs to my spine. He began stroking my spine when I laughed louder at his touch there. His other hand reached the crook of my arm and the sensation came up there. I was a giggling mess as he went on relentlessly. He kept exploring, maintaining his entrapping kiss on my collarbone. One of his hands reached my neck and I laughed the loudest at the curious sensation. My head tossed itself back, unintentionally opening more room for him to tickle me. His other hand reached the edges of my pelvis and I bucked under the onslaught of the tickling sensation.

"Goth, st-stop it, p-please," I laughed as I fell backward, shaking with laughter. He crawled on top of me, still searching for ticklish spots. I began to curl up, trying to hide the spots he's already found as he went on and on without mercy.

"Goth, come on!" I laughed as he pet and kissed the ticklish spots.

"No, it's payback time!" he said maliciously, grinning. I was entirely at his mercy, a laughing mess as he found more and more ticklish spots on my femurs, my shoulder blades, my tailbone, and my feet. He was laughing at my helplessness, enjoying my new weakness. I tried in vain to fight him off but I was already too lost in laughter to do much more than pound him weakly on the arm. I could barely speak through the laughing.

"Hahaha, Goth, heha st-stop!" I begged, a grin on my face and laughter in my voice. I was rolling on the bed, trying to escape his onslaught.

One of his hands found the spot near my temple and I shuddered, still laughing. Goth grinned wider and leaned forward, kissing the soft spot firmly. I laughed harder at the soft sensation, unable to stop him as he began to lick it, tracing his hand on my other ticklish spots.

Using a shaking hand, my entire body shaking with laughter, I tried to find ticklish spots on Goth but in vain as he smiled at me.

"I'm not ticklish, Palette," he said evilly.

"C'mon, you ha-ha-have to be!" I laughed as he went on.

"Nope," he breathed onto my temple.

I was dying of laughter, unable to speak. It became hard to breathe, and I coughed once or twice before Goth decided I'd had enough.

He moved from kissing my temple to kissing me fully, inserting his tongue into my mouth and interlacing his fingers in my hands. I kissed him back, still trying to recover from the laughing fit. I gripped his hands firmly, pressing my head up into the kiss as he leaned over me.

Once he broke away, I smiled at him, panting from the laughing fit. Looking up at him sitting on top of me, I cocked my head.

"I kinda like it down here," I told him, "You don't look so short."

"Shut up, you tease," he grinned down at me, sitting up on my lap. I sat up with him, propping my arms behind me.

"You're the tease!" I accused him playfully, "What with what you just did!"

"You were asking for it," Goth countered, "That's ten minutes of payback I have on you."

"Fine," I agreed, "Get off then."

"Alright," he sighed, getting off of me. He looked around, searching for his clothes. He looked at me, confused.

"Palette, what did you do with my pants?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing..." I said innocently.

"Palette..." he asked warningly.

"I put them away for you," I shot him a cocky grin, "In a place you won't find them."

"Where?"

"I'm not telling," I said. I looked him up and down, grinning, "Plus, you've got a hot bod, Gothy."

He blushed madly, grabbing his cloak and throwing it over himself. But it couldn't hide the curves of his body, the gentle curves I loved to draw so delicately. He was within grasp so I grabbed his arm and pulled him into my arms. I hugged him tightly, burying my face into his waist. He tried to push me away, pushing on my shoulders but I hugged him tighter.

"Palette, we need food," he complained. I mumbled something into his cloak.

"What was that?" he asked me and I looked up, resting my chin on his waist as I stared at him.

"Can I have dessert for breakfast?" I asked him. His blush darkened.

"Oh, I, um," he stuttered, "Hehe, we kinda need real food though..."

"But you're all I'm hungry for," I grumbled, hugging him tighter again.

"Please, Pal, we're both tired. We need energy," he tried pushing me again.

I sighed, "Fine," and I stood up without letting go. "P-Palette!" he cried, gripping my shoulders as I picked him up. I hooked one of my hands on his ass as I carried him into the next room, making him gasp in surprise. Reaching the couch, I dropped him on it, laying him down.

"I'll make brunch then," I said, walking to the kitchen.

I felt his eyes staring at my back and turned, grinning at him, knowing what he was going to say.

"Wh-what ab-bout y-your c-clothes?" he stuttered.

"What about 'em?" I replied and he blushed darker, disappearing over the edge of the couch. Grabbing a towel out of my bag I wrapped it around my waist, tying a knot in it to make him feel more comfortable.

I got on with making food. My selection was rather bare considering I don't know how to plan meals. I just grabbed a couple eggs I brought and some bread. Using these meager ingredients, I made scrambled eggs and toast, because I am also unoriginal. Brewing some coffee to wake Goth up, I had an idea. Pulling out a bottle of Irish whiskey creamer, I poured it into his mug. Let's see if I can get him to really relax... I poured a little into my own mug with a shrug, ah, what the hell.

Turning around with my arms laden, I hid my smirk as I approached the couch. This might get interesting...