“Mm… Sounds good. No tickling me, though. You know how ticklish my feet are,” Ashley said, finally letting out a yawn.
Trouble in Paradise [Private RP — Closed]
Lucas pressed a soft, long kiss to her forehead.
“No tickling,” he promised. “Now sleep, my angel.”
Ashley hummed and curled up closer to him. “M’kay… G’night, babe…”
(Skip?
not it
Also, idk how to start in Cliché…)
(Skip. XD)
Lucas took his fiancées foot in his hands, softly pushing his thumb in the flesh, massaging it gently.
“Is that okay?”
Ashley leaned back in the bed, letting her eyes fall shut as her fiancé rubbed her feet. It felt nice, really. She was really glad he’d offered to rub her feet. And there was a little bottle of coconut scented lotion (her favorite) that he could rub into them, too.
Lucas reached out for the bottle of coconut scented lotion and pressed some onto his hand, rubbing them together before he gently rubbed them over on her foot.
Now that it was slick, it was easier to massage. He wanted to kiss the skin, but he was too late. He didn’t want to get oil on his lips.
"Thanks, Luca… You're probably going to have to do this a lot from now on," Ashley murmured with a soft chuckle. "Especially when I start getting bigger and my feet start to hurt more."
Lucas looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
“Of course I am,” he said as if it was obvious. “I’ll do this after breakfast and before we fall asleep. Every day.”
Ashley hummed, nodding slowly in response. "If you're sure about that… I certainly won't be objecting."
Lucas gave her a look.
“Of course I’m sure,” he murmured. “I already told you. I’m going to make you as comfortable as possible through this pregnancy.”
"As long as you don't start neglecting other things just to make me comfortable," Ashley mused softly.
“What other things?” Lucas looked at her innocently. “Do other things matter when you’re in the picture?”
Ashley opened her eyes to give him a look, though there was a smile playing on her lips. "I mean, unless you want to starve yourself, wet your pants, get fired from your job, get dehydrated, etc, then there isn't."
Lucas laughed.
“Careful, sweetheart,” he winked. “I might tickle you.”
"You wouldn't dare," Ashley said, narrowing her eyes at him as her toes curled protectively.
Lucas grinned, showing off his teeth.
“And what if I did?” He pulled out a mischievous look.
Ashley pursed her lips and glared at him. "No kisses for the rest of the day."
Lucas looked at her in horror.
“You don’t mean that!”
“I do. If you tickle me, then you won’t be getting any more kisses for the rest of the day,” Ashley declared with a small smirk.
Lucas pouted.
“All right,” he grumbled. “No tickling.”
Ashley chuckled a little and reached forward to peck his nose. “Thank you.”
Lucas merely responded by putting some pressure on her feet, massaging faster but gently.
(Skip?)
(Not it. lol.)
(Lol. When to?)
(Honestly… I have no idea… we’re getting out of ideas now…)
(Yeah… Maybe we do when she goes into labor?)
(That would require a lot of skipping, though.)
(I know… We could do some cute fluff? Snuggles and a movie?)
(That works!)