Quick little thing with my OCs, Avery and Casper. This is my first time writing snz, and I wrote this with... urgency, so the writing could probably be better... I just wanted to get this out, hah.
I've never been so embarrassed to post anything in my life, don't look at me... 😵💫
“Alright, sweetheart. Hold still, okay?”
“Wait, what are you going to d-”
Before I could protest, Avery took my face in one large hand, tilting my head up. I gazed at him, my brows furrowed.
“Ah- What are you doing?” I tried again, eyes watering. The angle of my head only served to increase the itchiness of my nose, which I was certain must be flushed with irritation. I cursed myself; I was so excited for a walk in the park with Avery that I'd neglected to take my allergy medication, again.
“I'm going to help you sneeze, of course.”
“He’s going to what?!” My mind screamed, heat like wildfire spreading across my cheeks. I reached up with both hands, wordlessly grabbing Avery's arm as my tummy filled with butterflies, but he did not move… and with him holding my jaw, I was unable to look away.
Lifting his other hand, he revealed a vibrant bluejay feather, twirling it a few times before my eyes. My blush burned hotter as I looked desperately into his face, finding nothing but impish amusement there. He was teasing me with this!
“How interesting… you have the same look in your eyes, right now, that you get when I'm about to tickle you.”
I gasped, tightening my grip on his arm.
He chuckled, unceremoniously positioning the feather under my nose. Then, he gently swiped it back and forth beneath my twitching nostrils, the silky tendrils fiendishly tickling my agitated skin.
“Ah, wait! Don't- do- ahhggggh-” I whimpered, squirming.
“Easy, now… I'm not going to stop, okay? Don't worry, I won't torment you… Just sneeze when you're ready, I'll keep tickling until you can.”
“A-Avery– hnk! – wh-what if I sneeze on y-ou?” I was trembling, now. Nobody had ever… assisted me in this way, before, and Avery clearly knew my feelings about it were hardly mundane. The urge to hide my flushed face from him was immense, but he did not seem keen to let me go.
He offered a small, almost sympathetic smile. “I’m pretty fast, you know; I can probably get out of the way in time. That said, though… I'm not the type of fellow to worry over a little snot.”
I felt my blush spread to my ears and down my neck. Avery noticed; his grin turned sly.
“Oh… That really did something for you, didn't it? I might be a gentleman, but I'm certainly not squeamish… Especially when it comes to you.”
I was helplessly tongue-tied. Avery continued to gently tickle my nose with the feather, tracing it along my septum, then around each sensitive nostril. He then positioned it such that the tip slightly entered my left nostril, wiggled it a bit, then repeated the same motion on the right.
“Eehhh…” My eyes welled with tears again as the itching sensation began to spread upwards, quickly growing in strength. I felt my chest beginning to heave involuntarily as I neared the point of no return, my breath hitching as my hands scrambled for an anchor, latching onto the front of Avery's shirt.
“That's it… tickle, tickle, tickle…” He teased gently, his pace quickening a bit as he flicked the soft tip of the feather all around my nose. I tried to hold back, but I couldn't; with him holding my head up, much to my horror, I was going to sneeze into Avery's face.
In one swift motion, he dropped the feather and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket – of course he had one of those – catching my powerful release.
“HEAKyoo-!” I sneezed into the soft fabric.
“Oooh, that was a big one. Do you have any more?”
As if on command, I was seized by a few stuttering breaths, and then sneezed again into Avery's hand.
And then, finally, a third.
“Hehe… gesundheit! Now, don't you feel better?”
I sniffled as he pinched the handkerchief closed, dabbing gently at my nose a few times, before folding it neatly and tucking it back into his pocket.
Finally free, I turned my head away as I reeled with embarrassment. Though I couldn't admit it, he was right; I was awash in endorphins and relief… so much, that I couldn't hide a smile as I responded:
“Oh, shove it, you cheeky cloud.”
