#lee!vyn

You glanced shyly at his reaction, and he chuckled.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want me to?"

"No! You just moved your hand like that, and my arms were up and... it's a normal reflex, don't worry about it."

"I think it's because you're just too ticklish," Vyn said teasingly. You gasped and blushed even more.

"Dr. Vyn, as a psychiatrist you should know everything about human reactions like this. It's called anticipation. A-anyone would've reacted like this."

"Only anyone who's as ticklish as you are. Very true, sweetie."

You held back a laugh. Sometimes Vyn was just too smug and teasy. Such a know-it-all. You interrupted the salt-cleaning by grabbing his wrist, and you pulled him up. You cornered him against the kitchen counter and looked at him intensely.

"I'll show you. Here. Arms up."

Vyn stared at you. "And if I don't want to?"

You rolled your eyes. "Then I'll say you're a childish doctor who can't prove he's right. So, arms up!"

Vyn, though still smirking and looking way too confident, raised his arms.

"I think you're actually being the childish one here, but I won't say it. So, like this?" He put his hands behind his head.

You nodded. "That's more like a model pose, but sure. So I move my hands like this," you said, moving your hands closer to his exposed torso.

Shit. He didn't even twitch! He cocked his head. "And then what?" he asked.

"And then..." You moved your hands even closer. Damn, was it really just you? Too ticklish to even get someone's hand close to you whenever you lift your arms without activating your jumpy reflexes? You knew Vyn was ticklish too. Maybe not as bad as you were, but you really thought he'd react.

Hm... You wiggled your fingers experimentally. Now that worked. Vyn lowered his arms in surprise.

"What's wrong? I wasn’t even touching you." Now it was your turn to be smug. Vyn glared at you.

"I didn't wiggle my fingers. It doesn't count," he said, grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers to make you stop wiggling them right next to him.

"Oh but it does count. I was proving to you that reacting because of anticipating tickles could happen to anyone. Unless... you fall in the same category as me? Are you that ticklish as well? I don't recall it," you teased, and you were pleased when you successfully landed an attack: you brought your free hand to his side and started to tickle.

"Hehehey! Don't - now y-you're just beheing- ahhhahah!" Vyn giggled. Cute. He dropped your other hand and tried to catch the tickly one, not realizing he freed your hand to do just the same. Now you could tickle him with both hands, and Vyn wiggled charmingly against the kitchen counter.

"I'm just being ahahah? I'm afraid I do not understand, doctor," you sang. Vyn's reflex was taking him further back into the kitchen in a cute ticklish dancing routine. You chuckled when you flexibly hopped around the salt on the floor while he pranced right through it with his bare feet.

"Right through the salt you go," you giggled, catching him again when he couldn't go further. Then when you managed to dig both your claws into his tummy from behind, you really had him. Your lover thought he could tease you about being ticklish without consequences? Think again!

"Okahahay! Point mahahade! Now s-stohohop!" Vyn laughed. Usually strong enough to pin you down and tickle you to tears, Vyn actually didn't seem able to shake you off him right now. You couldn't believe you hadn't tried to tickle him before. Well, at least not like this.

You had sometimes given him a soft tickle here and there, a little poke or some flirty things like sliding your finger down his back, enough to make him gasp or giggle, but it'd usually result in just a mild reaction and your own downfall.

What a nice discovery on a plain Saturday morning!

"Ihihif you d-don't stop hehe- I'll-!" You didn't let him finish and managed to twirl him around so you could stand on your toes to kiss him.

Vyn laughing like this really had made you fall in love with him even more. You felt him relax, as did your fingers on his sides. You wrapped your arms around his middle. Pressing your body against him, you really were getting ready to taste more of him. But no making out was going to happen the moment Vyn buried his fingers under your arms.

"HNGah!" You jumped with your arms still around him, and your eyes widened in realization.

"I was going to say... If you don't stop, I'll get you back twice as much. Did you want that to happen?" Vyn asked in such a stern voice it sounded sexy.

"I.... I stohohopped!" you laughed, but Vyn was already tickling you. Well, that was bound to happen, and soon you sank through your knees and literally went rolling through the salt, squealing and cackling while Vyn had his well-deserved revenge.

“Vyn, you in there hun?” You called out, gently knocking on his office door at the research center. 

Inside it was silent, but after a brief moment a bit of rustling could be heard. The door then clicked, and gently swung open to reveal Vyn at his desk just freshly cleared of documents. You stepped inside, gently and carefully closing the door behind you so you wouldn’t disturb the comfortable silence too much. 

“_____, what a pleasant surprise.” He spoke softly, his features relaxing upon seeing you.

“I remember you saying you had a couple appointments this evening, so I thought I’d stop by just to see how you were doing.” You hummed. 

“Luckily, I just finished filing away some documents, so I’m done for the day. Your timing couldn’t be more perfect, my rose.” He chuckled as he stood to greet you. “It’s like you always know when I need you the most.”

Vyn drew you into a warm embrace, craving the comfort of your warmth. You were more than happy to reciprocate, sliding your hands around him under his lab coat. 

“Has the day been rough?” You asked, nuzzling against his chest. 

“A little. Lighthearted matters are scarce to come by in this profession.” He sighed in admittance. 

“Mmm, you should stop worrying about it for now then. You’re done for the day, and you’ve done all you can. There’s always tomorrow to take care of the more difficult things.” You gently encouraged him. “I know it’s not easy, but you need to give yourself an emotional break, hun.”

Vyn sighed, stepping back a little to look at you with a weak smile. “You’re right. It’s just a little hard to get out of old habits is all.”

You pondered his words for a moment, then came up with an offer. “Say, if I was able to distract you from the unpleasant thoughts for a moment, would you perhaps feel better?”

“Any moment of distraction would be of aid. Even if it will only clear my mind for a moment, it will be enough to remove the tension and improve my work ethic.” He nodded. 

You could do it. Your original mischievous plan to bring some joy to his office could be done now. You just had to think about it for a moment and decide whether or not it would be worth it, but after considering the gravity of the situations he dealt with on a daily basis, it was a confident yes from you.  He definitely needed the distraction, and a bit of laughter to help him relax. 

“Hun, did you have something in mind? You’re awfully quiet now.” Byn spoke up, drawing you from your thoughts. 

“Actually, I do. I hope you don’t mind my methods though.” You snickered, shooting him a mischievous glance. 

“What did you have in mind- gkh!”

He made a strangled noise, having not expected your fingers to go poking at his sides. Hidden beneath the lab coat, he was unaware of your intentions until it was too late. Every poke had him holding back giggles, fighting to maintain face in his place of work. 

“Smiling has been known to reduce stress, so why, my dear Vyn, are you fighting so hard to hide yours?” You teased, dancing your fingers a little further up his sides while you pushed him back towards his desk. 

“I-I didn’t think you were going to try and tickle me!” He responded in the most composed voice he could muster. 

“Try? Are you implying that this won’t work? Because it seems to me that with your red cheeks and ears, it will work quite well.”

By now you had Vyn backed up against his desk, and with nowhere else to go, you gave him a gentle nudge and sent him toppling backwards onto the recently cleared surface. The moment his back hit that desk, his composure finally broke, the feeling of your fingers skittering up his sides finally making him bubble over with the delightful sound of laughter. 

This was a battle he was destined to lose. You had positioned yourself between his legs, having the perfect angle to attack as he weakly batter at you with one hand. The other hand was more focused on covering his growing smile, which was a shame because you really wanted to see that sweet grin of his. A little more encouragement should get him to move that hand of his though. His belt was slightly in the way, but you knew a good spot on most people’s hips just below the belt-

“N-not thehehere! Please, dear!” He gasped, having lurched upright with both of his hands grabbing your wrists.

“Not where? Here?” You questioned teasingly, rolling your thumbs into that same sweet spot again. 

“Yehehes there!” He confirmed, frantically nodding his head. 

What a perfect choice of words he used; ripe for you to twist a little. 

“Oh! Well if you’re insisting so much~”

“You-! Nahaha!”

Vyn fell back down on his desk again, the grip of his hands around your wrists both weak and stiff. He was fully disarmed by you, only able to squirm and twist defiantly as your fingers sent jolts of tickly tingles through his nerves. Your position was truly advantageous. Allowing you to continue your attack with ease all while admiring his expression. 

He had given up, cheeks painted pink as laughter poured from him. His smile was so sweet now that you could see it, his glasses having fallen off long ago from shaking his head when he shot up in a last attempt to stop you. He opened one of his eyes to attempt to persuade you to stop with a pleading glance, but all you saw in his eye was his light restored. A grin of your own settled on your face now, proud of the giggly puddle you had reduced him to by your hand.

“B-break! A break plehehease!” He begged once more. 

He forced full eye contact with you this time though half lidded eyes, his grip on your wrists tightening ever so slightly again. He definitely looked like he had enough, so you ceased your tickly squeezes on his hips and waist, finally grinding him a breather. 

“Alright~. I think you’ve had enough.” You chuckled. 

Vyn was a disheveled mess now. Apart from his glasses falling off, his lab coat had become bunched up and partially slipped off, the bottom two buttons of his vest having come undone as well. His chest heaved as he caught his breath and slowly let go of your wrists, briefly bringing his hands up to brush his untidy locks out of his eyes. The only thing about him that remained unchanged was his smile, still beaming on his face as he looked up at you. He looked so kissable in that moment; so much that you couldn’t help but do exactly that, leaning down and planting a gentle kiss to his hot lips. 

“Much better.” You hummed, still hovering over him. 

“You… are unbelievable. If it were anyone else, the outcome would not have been the same.” He sighed, still catching his breath. 

“It makes me feel special to be the only one who can get away with making you fall apart in such a way~” You giggled. 

“That’s because you are special, dear. Now, could you please let me up?”

“Hmm, I’ll let you up on one condition. You have to promise that you’ll always come to me when you’re feeling stressed. You’re allowed to show all your emotions around me. I’m no psychiatrist but I am your lover, and I do believe that is qualifying enough.” You told him. 

Your words made his heart flutter; a sensation he had only ever felt with you. 

“I may need your encouragement from time to time… but I think I can loosen up a little more for you. I will confide in you more often, for my benefit and yours.” He agreed. 

“Oh I’m more than willing to give you some encouragement~” You chuckled evilly. 

“I know that tone _____ not agAIN! Stahahap!”

You couldn’t resist. Being so close it was almost an obligation to just skiter your fingers over his ribs at least once. The burst of laughter you got from him was worth it. He did however have a plan to protect himself this time though, wrapping his arms around you just quick enough to pull you down on top of him and ruin the angle of advantage you had. He kept you from trying a third time by sealing his lips against yours: an effective defensive measure for sure. You melted down into his kiss instantaneously, not a single complaint coming from you as you reoriented your hands to lace your fingers through his hair. 

When you did eventually part again, you hooked your hands on his shoulders and braced against the desk to pull him up with you. Still stood between his legs, you rested your forearms on his shoulders while his hands settled at your waist. A deep sigh escaped him as he sat on the edge of the desk, still smiling and lost in the gleam of your love filled irises. The only correct action now was to hug you of course, pulling you in with his chin resting on your shoulder. 

“I’m glad it’s you that I get to love. I can’t see myself ever falling apart before anyone but you.” He finally said, breaking the silence. 

“I’m honoured, my prince~” You hummed, rubbing circles on his back. 

“Now, if I may request, could we… go home now? I’m finished up for the day and… If any of my patients or staff saw me like this…” He mumbled, trailing off a little. 

“A little embarrassed, are we~?”

“... A little.”

You laughed, proud that he was already being so open with you. “Yes, of course. The privacy of your home is always a much better place to unwind.”

“Thank you, _____.” He sighed, placing a kiss on your neck. “I love you so very much.”

His voice was a murmur, and your grasp on him tightened in response. He deserved nothing but joy in his life, and in all the ones to come as well.