Private Valentine's Day In The Dorms

Lycia probably couldn't have pulled him down all on her own but she didn't seem to notice. Or maybe she just accepted him playing along. Either way she couldn't stop giggling. No really, she couldn't stop. Zeke kept tickling her and tickling her and she spasmed as she flailed her hands and even feet in response to the tickles.

"S- stop. Zeke. Stop- Stop!" She finally managed to cry out, tears in her eyes from the uncontrollable laughter and out of breath to boot. She had let him keep things up long enough to actually make it a little harder to breath for her. Unlike in the Dream though she did have to be worried about that in real life.

Lycia just lay there catching her breath at first for a moment or two. Then she reached up, with Zeke's hand in tow, to press her palms against his cheeks and squeeze them a little.

"Noooo, you can not eat me. Your mouth is too small," she giggled as she imagined the fish-face she assumed she was giving him. Whether or not that was truly happening was not important.

"Maybe I will take all of your icecream for my revenge. Or I can just hug you." She couldnt really look into his eyes. But it was as close as they could get in real life to that.

Lycia wiggled around some more and then finally removed her hands from his face, sliding them down to link around his neck as they hugged. Her face covered in one big ecstatically happy smile with a slightly wrinkled nose and bunched up cheeks. Which were only really visible until she buried her face against his chest.

"No, no no. I am still the Princess. I do not want to be the Queen. She has to be in a marriage. I do not think I am ready for that. But I can be the stealer of the iced cream. I will eat it all up." She giggled against him as they lay happily in the middle of the floor without a care.

"Did you change something today? You smell even more nice than the usual." She added, focusing her other senses on him a little more than the icecream. Which might be off m etling somewhere but she didn't care. Or even consider that at all, really.

Lycia's giggles were slightly muffled as she rubbed her face against his chest. "You do smell nice. You are like a nice smelling hug that is just for me."

She seemed to drift into deep, serious though for a bit. But maybe it wasnt so serious, since she suddenly giggled and exclaimed, "I think that I like this day of Valentines. There is sweets and special gifts and words that make me feel happy and squishy in my heart."

This whole thing was weird and exciting for Lycia. Back home there would have been zero chance of having someone over to cuddle with. On the floor or otherwise. Male or female. There would have been at least half a dozen guards, a couple servants and her handmaiden(s) all keeping this sort of simple happy thing from happening.

So Lycia murmured something wordlessly and wiggled and curled up as much as she could in Zeke's warm friendly arms. With the biggest godsdamned smile on her face she could muster. "I like all the sweets and the gifts. But I like you more than them. You are squishy and soft and the best person."