micah.

her protests were engulfed by guffaws ; weakening the last bit of strength left between short & heavy breaths. juli had the upper hand, a fact alone that made her want to knee him right in the GROIN, but his skittering touch spread a burning sensation from the center of her stomach as she struggled to wriggle away. it hurt. but as irksome as it was, it was also... nice. was it possible to feel this happy? or was it just a result of something as tribal as being tickled? as he ceased fire, micah was HELPLESS, POWERLESS & BREATHLESS ; soft shades of red creeping up on tan cheeks, thin teary layers veiling hazel hues as the rise & fall of her chest was the only motion her body had available. outstretched hands plopped to each side of her head ; an innocent gesture, a plea for peace as she caught her breath, eyes gazing up to his.  ❛  you’re SUCH an asshole,  ❜  voice barely above a whisper, it wasn’t until then that she realized delicate features had been gracing a hearty SMILE all along. shaking her head ( mostly to herself ) micah's warm palms cupped his face, a light chuckle fleeing plump lips as she pressed them against his, unable to wipe the smile off her face.