#lee!solomon

You huffed and nuzzled your face into his shoulder and made an "mmph" sound. "Not my fault you're so cute."

"You're cuter," Solomon responded casually.

"Nooooo," you wrapped your arms sleepily around him in protest.

The sorcerer placed a kiss on your head. "It's true."

"Absolutely not. Your face is the cutest in the three realms, especially when you smile..."

You grinned as you began to tickle his sides. With your arms already wrapped around him, you already had access to his torso.

You instantly felt Solomon's body react, quickly followed by his soft laughter.

"Hehehehey wahahahait" Solomon squirmed and half-heartedly tried to pry your hands off his sides.

"Wait for what?" You blinked at him with innocent eyes as the nimble fingers spidering over his midsection gained in speed.

"Nahahahahahah!" He threw his head back, a pink blush began to spread across his features.

Your eyes widened slightly at the sight before you. The way Solomon's eyes squeezed shut as he laughed, his giddy grin, and his bright laughter. It was all... So beautiful.

Your mind snapped back into reality when you felt a hand grab your wrist.

"Oh, you're in for it now," Solomon smirked, though his cheeks flushed and his hair had become disheveled.

"Sol, w-wait just a momen- AHAhahahahahaha nohohohoho," you dissolved into hopeless giggles as Solomon stretched your arm with the hand grabbing your wrist, and began to prod and pinch your exposed ribs and tummy with his free hand.

"EEHEHeheahahahahahaha Sohohohohol!" You squealed as Solomon moved his tickly fingers up to your outstretched underarm.

"Yes? What is it?" Solomon smirked as his fingers continued their work, "Is something wrong, love?"

"StAhahahahahahap! Yohohou're sohoho mEHEheahahan!"

Slowly, the tickles ceased. As you caught your breath, you felt Solomon's arms wrap around you, his own breathing gently tickled your ear.

"I didn't push you too far, did I?" The sorcerer murmured as he ran his fingers through your hair.

You shook your head. "Mm-mm. Actually..." You felt your face heat up from what you were about to say.

"Hm?" Solomon stopped stoking your head to give you his full attention.

"I wouldn't mind if.. you kept going..." You tucked your blushing face into his chest.

"Oh really? You are just too adorable... Of course." As Solomon spoke, you could've sworn that you could hear him smiling.

With his arms still wrapped around you, Solomon began to gently run his fingers up and down your sides, barely touching you.

"Mmpfeheheh," you squirmed slightly in Solomon's grip, your giggles slightly muffled from your face in his chest.

"I wish we could stay like this forever," Solomon whispered quietly, almost to the point of being inaudible. Before you could ask what he said, the tickling finger picked up their pace, making your giggles louder.

Your giggles grew to full laughter as the sorcerer began to scratch and trace your shoulder blades and neck.

"EEHEHEhehaha nOhohohOHOHO" You cackled and writhed in his grip.

"Hey now," Solomon teased, "you asked for this. Hold still."

"Mmmfehehehhahaha!" You tried to keep still, but your body was moving on its own.

You twisted and turned, soon to find your upper half hanging off the edge of the bed.

"Woah, careful-" Solomon's words were too late. You fell to the floor with a thump.

"Oof.." You groaned.

You saw Solomon's face peek over the bed to look at your defeated form.

"Well that was unexpected," Solomon smiled down at you, "are you alright?"

Whilst having an existential crisis on the floor, Solomon got down and joined you on the floor. You began to feel the fatigue catch up with you.

"Mmmm sleepyyy," you muttered as you rested your head on Solomon's shoulder.

The sorcerer chuckled. "It is late. Let's get to bed shall we?"

"Mmmmm" you felt yourself begin to slip away into a peaceful sleep.

"Yehes...How much time do I have for practicing?" you giggled, softly pushing Solomon's hand away.

"One day".

"But this spell is too hard for me!" you pouted. "I'm only starting to learn, it's not fair!.. A week, maybe?~"

"Hah, your puppy eyes won't work this time," he gave you a slightly serious look, "Your grades are declining, so you need to learn and practice various spells more than everyone else. C'mon, this one is not even that hard!"

"Fine, fine, I got it..." you sighed, "...Three days?"

"Okay, three days, then. Deal?"

"Deal".

°•°×°•°

"This one is not even that hard, huh?.." you mumbled, a little annoyed. The second day was already coming to an end, but all of your attempts were unsuccessful. This damn magical butterfly just needs to 'rise from the dust' for a few seconds, is that too much to ask for?!

"I'm one hundred percent sure that I said everything correctly. Am I missing an ingredient?" you started to reread the information from the book. Your eyes widened for a second, and then you sighed, cursing under your breath.

"Whisper. It says 'whisper'", you said to yourself. Okay, so there was no point in yelling at the pile of glittering dust dramatically for two hours.

"It's fine, it's fine..." you rubbed the bridge of your nose tiredly, "One more time..."

°•°×°•°

This is the end. Three days were wasted. Either a creature vaguely resembling a butterfly appeared from the dust, then the butterfly itself was of the wrong color, then nothing happened at all. The more you tried, the worse it turned out.

It was Sunday. Solomon's coming over today. You were preparing another batch of dust for the 'show'. You were worried, but just a little. Solomon is your boyfriend after all, he wouldn't force you to do something terrible if he won.

A quiet knock on the door to your room. So it was time, huh?...

"Well, how's it going?~" he sounded confident. Too confident.

"Very good," you replied, not even expecting this kind of bravery from yourself. What are you doing?! None of your attempts have been successful, and now you–!

"Really?" Solomon raised his eyebrows, an amused smile appeared on his face, "Then I'd like to see it even more!"

"Give me a minute. Prepare to lose, dear!"

Great. This is great. The greatest thing you could've said in this situation.

He just huffed out a little giggle, sitting on your fluffy carpet, ready for the show. Welp, time to give him one.

You took some dust in your hands and sat in front of Solomon. The look you were giving your boyfriend probably showed him your light nervousness. But you hated losing. And he knew it.

"What happened?" he grinned, tilting his head lightly, "Afraid of loosing to me? So you're not ready, after all?"

You frowned, pouting, which only made Solomon smile wider. That cheeky bastard–

"You will see now..." you closed your eyes, concentrating, and starting to whisper the spell as confidently as you could.

A small but bright flash appeared in your hands. A beautiful purple butterfly flew into the air, dissolving back into dust after a few seconds.

You did it. You don't fully understand how, but you did it.

"It was awesome!" Solomon said excitedly, still looking at the particles of dust slowly falling down, "I'm really happy to see that you're making progress! Sorry if my behavior just now pissed you off. Successful spells need confidence, and you were a little nervous. I just wanted to help in a special way. After all, if you lost, I would offer you my own help with your practicing, nothing more. I just don't want to see you get upset over many of your failures."

Oh, fine, cheeky, but not-so-bastard...

Suddenly, you remembered that you actually won this "challenge" of his. Your lips spread into a sly smile. Finally there was a chance.

"Heeey, Solomon..." you moved closer to him, "...I won, remember?~"

"Even after my sincere confession, you still want to be a meanie?" your boyfriend sighed dramatically with a slight smile, "Okay, what do you want me to do–"

"Arms up".

Solomon blinked several times in surprise. Then he pressed his arms into his sides, moving away, without taking his eyes off you.

"Is raising your arms up too hard for you?"

"I know what you're going to do... So you'd better not..." he tried to stop his own smile that was tugging at his lips.

"C'mooon..." you whined, "At least five minutes..."

You made your puppy eyes again. He looked at you in silence for a few seconds.

"Fine," Solomon sighed, raising his arms above his head, "But I'll get you back after that".

"Sure you will," you grinned, sitting on the carpet behind him.

Your wiggling fingers got closer to his ribs...

Closer...

Closer...

"W-wahait!" Solomon clamped his arms back down, giggling like a child.

"I'm nohot even touching you!" you laughed in surprise. He was way too cute like this.

"I- I cahan't!.." he curled into himself, hiding his face in his hands as soon as he eyed your fingers getting closer to his right side.

"You can't? You can't what?~" your grin widened, as you started spidering Solomon's side and lower ribs, very lightly and teasingly, "It's just one hand! Dear, your arms are on the waaay...~"

"Stahahaaap!" he tried to push your hand away, wriggling in the opposite direction, only to feel how your other hand attacked his left side, making him squeal, "Nohot thahahat!.."

"Oh, now someone's trapped!" your nimble fingers found Solomon's hips and started drilling into the bone, "The Tickle Monster's gonna get youuu! Coochie-coochie-coo!~"

The poor boy doubled over, hugging his own waist and cackling loudly. You could see the blush on his ears, it was absolutely adorable!

"Is someone flustered?" you smiled, starting to try and worm your wiggly fingers under Solomon's arms, "There's no need in that, sweetie! It's just a little tickling!"

The fact that you used the nicknames he always used on you didn't help him to deal with the embarrassment in any way. Solomon squeezed his eyes shut, twisting his body from side to side and not letting you even get close to his underarms.

"NahaHAt thehehere! Not thehere!.."

"Calm down, I'm nohot doing anything!" you smiled, letting him catch his breath.

Solomon panted, little bubbly leftover giggles were still escaping his mouth.

"Are you okay?" you asked, tilting your head.

He nodded, starting to calm down a bit.

"Y-yeah, yeah, I'm–EEK!.." Solomon squeaked, tensing up suddenly.

"What happened-" you looked at where your hand was positioned. You just wanted to pat Solomon's back in a comforting way– oh. Oh~.

"Is your back ticklish?"

"N-no!" he was too quick to answer. Too quick and nervous for you to believe his words right now.

"Why don't I believe you?...~" your fingers gently ran across the thin fabric of his shirt from his neck to his shoulder blades, forcing Solomon to clench his teeth in attempt to try and hold back his little squeakes, "How could you, dear? How could you hide such a cute tickle spot from me, hmmm?"

"I d-didn't...! I dihidn't!" he literally squealed, trying to unsuccessfully protect his sensitive back from your fingers, "I'm not tihicklish there!.."

"Oh, really?~" your smile widened, "So this shouldn't tickle at all, right?~"

You started scratching the space between Solomon's shoulder blades with your nails lightly, giggling to yourself.

"Nohohoho!" he shrieked, "Nahat thehere!.."

"So you want me to get your armpits instead?"

"Noho!"

"That means that 'not there' function is unavailable from that moment! Please, hold still, Giggles," you snickered, tracing random shapes on his back with your index fingers.

"I cahan't hohold stihill!.." he tensed up again, shaking his head desperately. Solomon couldn't decide which was more profitable now: trying to cover his mouth with his hands to stifle his renewing squeaks and giggles, or trying to push your tickly hands away. He chose the latter.

"D-dohohooon't!.." Solomon glanced back at you, as far as his position would allow, trying to clumsily grab at your wrists, but you just quickly changed spots on his back, making him squeal and jump up slightly every time.

All his squirming made a perfect opportunity for your final attack.

"Gotcha!" you laughed evilly, shoving your wiggling fingers into his unprotected underarms.

Your poor boyfriend literally shrieked, clamping his arms back down again.

"It was a trap, sweetie pie! I got youuu!~" you laughed, hugging Solomon from behind but not stopping your tickle torture for a second.

"You're eheHEHEVIL!" he cackled, trying to shake you off of him.

"Oh, am I now?" you fake-gasped, your eyes wide. Your fingers wiggled faster, without any obstacles. Yeah, his arms really did pretty nothing to stop you, even if Solomon tried. And he really did, which made the situation even more hilarious and cute. For you.

"Kitchy-kitchy-koo!~"

"OhoHOKAY!.." he screeched, kicking his legs out and blushing bright red, "Okahay-okay-ohokay! You're nAHAT ehehevil, but pleHEHEASE STAHAHAP!.."

"Fiiiine, but just because you asked me nicely," you smiled, finally stopping.

He fell back into your arms, all giggly and red in the face.

"I hahate youuu..." he looked up at you, trying to make a serious expression, though his smile didn't want to go away.

"I love you too," you smiled back, hugging him and kissing his forehead lovingly, "Maybe I need to learn one more spell? What do you think?~"

Solomon only growled, playfully pushing your face away.