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[ He might be more intimidating if he wasn't in an orange shirt and shorts, but Noire very quickly shakes her head, hands clasped together under her chin as she tries not to smile. ]

N-no, nothing at all.

Truly? I thought I heard you giggling at something...

[ And sure enough, he begins to gently tickle her side with his fingertips. ]

[ Noire's eyes go wide with surprise and dismay, before another giggle escapes. Very quickly, she presses her lips together and tries to squirm to freedom. Morgan!! ]

[ Just as quickly, he moves to block her escape with an arm and leg, penning her in with his body. ]

There it is again! I'm starting to think you're laughing at me.

[ ... curse his longer arms and legs. ]

I'm not laughing at you-- [ and she'll blurt this out as quickly as she can, even as she's turning steadily pinker from the effort not to laugh. ]

[ Such a valiant effort. He'll have mercy on her and smooth his tickling to nothing...

Only to dip down and plant kisses along her neck in much the same way that tickled her earlier. ]

[ He's too good. She'd just been catching her breath, rather proud with her fortitude-- but when he leans down, her breath catches in the wrong way entirely, and then she's giggling and trying to duck her head. ]

[ Mission accomplished, really. He grins and pushes himself back up, shortly before giving her hair a loving ruffle. ]

There now. That wasn't so bad, was it?

...

[ And she's just going to reach up, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him down again. ]

You're teasing me a little too much, Morgan...

[ ... o-oh... okay... back down he goes. Now it's his heart's turn to skip a beat. ]

Did... you want me to tickle you some more?

[ This was meant to be a merciful release, he is slightly confused about these signals here. ]

No. [ well, she sure said that immediately. ]

But you being this close... i-isn't bad, either.

Hmm...? ... Well, I can't say I mind much either.

[ The very opposite. His voice feels positively lazy next to the quickening race in his chest. Noire, his poor little heart can't handle things like this. He dips his head toward her. ]

So can we...? [ Make out? Make out. He'd really love that. ]

[ He should have prepared himself when he pinned her down in the first place. But she smiles at him, still all pink in the face, and eases her fingers into his hair. ]

If you don't tickle me again.

Heh. Not on purpose, anyhow.

[ He just wanted to make her laugh... but this is a nice side-adventure too. Her fingers feel nice in his hair, even if they aren't at all soothing him this time. And finally he finds her lips with a leisurely kiss, absently shifting lower into a more comfortable position over her. ]

[ She's still smiling into the kiss when she gently responds, wriggling down a bit to help him settle. It occurs to her to be embarrassed or to find somewhere a little more private, but Morgan's a little too good at distracting her. ]

[ Housemates... what housemates?? He relaxes a little more when he finds that comfy zone and sinks toward her, one hand reaching for hers. ]

[ Noire's already reaching back, even though it's not quite the same with a glove on. Still, she'll hold on firmly, drawing in a soft breath in between a second kiss. ]

Is this all right?

[ He hums in confirmation as he closes in for a third kiss, loath to break his self-prescribed rhythm with a proper response. He slides their hands up by her head and leans as he works his way back down to her neck; this time, each kiss is slow and warm. ]

Are you comfortable? [ he manages between touches. It can't be as comfortable as a bed, but... ]

[ Not exactly as cushy (as Haven beds can muster, which isn't much), but when your boyfriend is concentrating on rendering you into mush, it's easy not to dwell on things like comfort. Until he asks, and she presses her fingers against his, breath emerging faintly shaky. Who knew her neck was sensitive? ]

I'm happy where I am... really. [ Just kind of red. ]

[ He smiles as he makes his way across her neck, the change in her breath filling his ears and tinging his cheeks in turn. ]

You really have... the best reactions.

I really hope you don't have anyone else to compare it to...

[ Or she could pout. ]

[ That's okay... her pouts are cute too. He finishes with a smooch on her on the jaw before shifting back up. ]

You know I don't. But it can't get much better! This way, I know exactly what works and what doesn't.

I-if you put it like that, it's embarrassing! I still don't know what exactly you like--

You can find out.

[ That would be cool with him... ]

Y-yes, I'd like to!

... But maybe not out here.

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