Eyes like sky.

           Grinning widely, she took a few moments to take the picture of him, snapping a few extras just in case before she set her phone down on the table and resumed her consumption of her french fries. “See, was that so hard?” 

           David sighed dramatically, running his fingers through his hair. "Paparazzi - always snapping photos of me. I don't think it'll ever be easy," he teased, reaching over to snatch a fry from her and popping it into his mouth.

       ”Not the point.” Delilah pouted, dropping her phone for a moment as she settled her sapphire gaze on his face. “Please?” 

           "Alright, alright. You get what you want." He chuckled softly and sat up straight, throwing on a wide grin on his lips.

        “I don’t know, I just want something new. Stop complaining and hold still.” 

           "But I like my picture." He smirked and blew a raspberry at the camera.

           "What's wrong with the one you have of me now?"

         When he stepped closer to her, she took a step backward; refusing to give him the satisfaction of pulling one over on her. Unfortunately, where David was concerned, Delilah could hardly ignore anything. Noticing the way his smirk danced across his lips, a pout soon took her lips before her laughter echoed in the small of her kitchen when his fingers found her sensitive, very ticklish sides. “David! No, this isn’t fair!” She fought, her hands falling to push his away from her sides so she could run from him. Leaving the kitchen and the dessert behind, hoping he wouldn’t chase her because if there was anything to bring her to her knees? Tickling her until she couldn’t breathe was one of those things.

        David grinned widely at the immediate reaction, watching her run out of the kitchen. The dessert completely forgotten, he chased after her and caught up quickly, catching her from behind and lifting her off her feet. "When will you learn that getting away from me is never easy, little red?" He pressed his lips to her cheek and laughed softly, walking over to the couch with her still in her arms and setting her down on the cushions. "I'll go wash the dishes for you." Shooting her a smile, David placed a kiss on the crown of her head and went back into the kitchen.

         Delilah narrowed her big blue eyes at him. “No you won’t!” She stated, shaking her head and moving so she was standing in front of him after she set her plate down on the counter. “I’m between you and the dessert, so there’s no way you’re getting to it unless you manage to somehow surpass me first.” Delilah pointed out, settling her hands on her hips. Her plate was a third of the way gone, so she didn’t have to worry about finishing much of it up and through their talking, judging by the looks of David’s plate, he’d finished up most of his food as well.

        Chewing on his food, David quirked an eyebrow at the redhead standing before him, an amused smile covering his lips. Delilah was far too adorable for her own good. Setting his plate down next to hers, he hopped off of the counter and stepped closer to her. "Oh, Dee." He clicked his tongue and shook his head, now a few feet away from her. A smirk crawled upon his lips, raising his hands to her sides and began tickling her. "I always go for dessert."