In Which I Find That My Concern Is For Awkwardness

We slide from the couch to the floor, tickling, pillow fighting, both knowing exactly what comes next. I get that weird feeling in my stomach/chest/general central body region. Sort of a rising and falling sensation all at once. I get the shakes, I always get the shakes right before. I end up on top of you, holding your arms behind your head to keep you from tickling me one more time. Really, stop. That's why I'm doing this, so you'll stop. Maybe I can even make myself believe that for a second-

Nope. I lean in and give you exactly what you're waiting for. Every time. The TV is still on, and for a second I am disappointed to be missing this episode of Battlestar Galactica, but only for a second (I have seen it before.) Our lips touch, brushing so softly before I gently bite your lower lip, just enough for you to notice. Again, this time with just the slightest aggression. You let out a low sigh, almost a gentle moan, but we're not at that point yet. I suck on your nose.

What?

You stare me in the eyes. A confused pause. We burst out laughing.

And return to the business at hand.