[Sam smirked up at her with amusement and tried his hardest to rock his hips up against hers again. He just wanted to try to tempt her. They were trying for a baby after all. Practice totally made perfect and he was determined to make sure they practiced as much as possible.
He knew she was messing around and so he reached up to shamelessly put his hands on her breasts, a cheeky look in his eyes.]
"I can more than handle this jelly, babe."
[Sugar tried not to grin as he continued to grind against her, biting on her lip to stop herself reacting. She found it incredibly difficult to resist him anyway, but he still hadn’t put his jeans back on, and there weren’t many layers between them.
She raised her eyebrows again as he placed his hands on her breasts, looking at him up and down, mock outraged.] ”Uh, hands off, babe. I don’t remember saying you could touch.”
[Her face broke out into a grin, and unable to stop herself, she leaned down to kiss him.]
[Waggling his eyebrows back up at her, he lifted his hips a moment to purposely grind up against her. He wanted to get her back in whatever way he could do whenever he could do. If he had an opportunity to grind against his wife, he was most definitely going to take it. Though she was saying no to sex, he honestly thought he could talk her in to it.]
"Not even gonna give me new awesome legs a try out, babe?"
[Sugar raised her eyebrows down at him when she felt his hips rolling against hers. She knew that he would take any opportunity to have sex with her, and usually she was totally the same, but for now, she was winning and wouldn’t succumb to his advances. She would be strong! Shaking her head down at him, she grinned cheekily.]
”Nope, I think I’ll pass. You have totally lost your manliness in my eyes by the way you were such a baby, so I’m not sure whether you can handle this jelly.”
[Sam rolled his eyes at Sugar when she said it was a turn off but found himself taken by surprise by the way in which Sugar got him down and was soon straddling him. It even showed in his stunned expression and how he simply lay there a moment. But eventually, his lips curved in to a smirk and he waggled his eyebrows up at his wife.]
"I’m the one being straddled by a sexy woman. I win.”
[Sugar smirked at the way he was silent for a moment, obviously surprised by her actions. She was totally, and definitely, winning. She usually did. Her eyes rolled at seeing his smirk, and then hearing his comment.]
”Nope, because I’m not giving you sex, so I totally win.”
[Sam purposely blew another raspberry on her face before he drew back, winking as he looked down at his own legs. Sam pulled himself up and moved to reach down, a hand running along his leg a moment. They were definitely smooth now and it was a look that was growing on him.]
"Hey, don’t be a hater because my legs are hotter than yours." [He countered with a raise of his eyebrows. Truth be told he thought hers were way sexier - always - but there was no harm in a tease.]
[Sugar let out a sound of disgust at the raspberry on her face, nose crinkling as she pulled her arms again, trying to free her wrists. She grinned when he pulled himself up, and let him talk for a moment, letting him think it was all over. She would totally get her revenge again.]
”Mm, kinda girly if you ask me. Total turn off.”
[Pulling a face, she used her small frame to push Sam, hoping to apply enough force so that they fell the short distance to the floor with a little thump. She made sure to straddle him, grinning down at him while her hair fell in her face.] ”I win.”
[Sam’s laughter mixed with Sugar’s, the two of them clearly having fun with each other. Was it immature? Hell yes. But he loved it and he knew she did too. He tickled her until she spoke again, and moved to grasp on to her wrists so she couldn’t hit him with a cushion again.]
"You tricked me! My legs still sting and you suck. In the bad way."
[Still, he was laughing and leaned in to nip the tip of her nose and then to obnoxiously blow a raspberry against her cheek. Revenge certainly was fun and sweet, all rolled in to one.]
[Sugar knew they were totally immature for a married couple who had a baby, but it was fun. They could be silly together one moment, and be murmuring words of love the next. Now was a silly moment. She was finally able to breathe once he stopped tickling her, and she blew out a breathe when his hands wrapped around her wrists. Even if she had tried to struggle, he was a lot stronger than her.
She squirmed again when he blew a raspberry against her cheek, scrunching up her face and trying to pull her wrists away.] ”Ewww, get off of me, lady legs.”
[Sam laughed and didn’t move when it was obvious she was going to hit him with the cushion. He wasn’t going to stop her and instead just grinned and moved up from his knees to basically pounce on her on the sofa. Immediately his hands were on her sides, tickling her quickly. His revenge for what she had done wasn’t over, even if he was realising from one look at the strip that there wasn’t very much on her legs for him to wax away.]
"You did!" [He laughed as he tickled her, pleased that he was finally getting his revenge!]
[Sugar saw his grin, and knew he would get his revenge on her. She put the cushion up to protect herself, but it was no use when he pounced on her, his hands tickling her side.] ”Sam!” [She protested weakly, attempting to move the cushion between his body and hers to hit him with it, but it was a pretty fruitless attempt. She couldn’t stop the pained giggles that left her, squirming underneath his hands.]
”I did not!” [Sugar pouted, still struggling to get away from him.] ”It’s not my fault that you’re a… a big baby!”
[The patting of the leg was most certainly to rub salt in to the wound and thankfully it seemed to work. He laughed out again at her ‘scary’ look which was just adorable. To some it may have seemed like an odd relationship. They wound each other up on purpose sometimes, they had a childish back and forth but it kept things fun, it kept things interesting and they both knew the limits. So long as they knew they loved each other - which they both most certainly did - then ultimately, that was all that mattered.
When she whacked him he still laughed, even as he reached to yank the cushion from her to throw back at her in playful retaliation.]
"You totally started it!"
[Sugar pouted in response to him laughing, and trying to take the cushion from her. She caught it swiftly, having actually good reflexes for a girl that despised most sports. Give her Pilates and yoga any day. She shook her head at him, knowing that they were super childish sometimes. It was just how they were. And she loved that. Their relationship, no matter how serious and loving, had a free, fun side that meant they were comfortable enough to tease each other like this.]
”I did not! I’m innocent!”
[She protested, even if they both knew it was true. This was her fault, and she had started it. But still, she gripped the pillow again and leaned to hit him with it, laughing softly.]
[Sam couldn’t help but smirk a little at her reaction when he pulled the wax strip from her leg. Still, he looked down at the strip and saw that there wasn’t really anything on there for him to have pulled out, before he was grinning back up at his wife. It was good to get some revenge for what she had done to him.
He could tell that she was holding back how she felt and he laughed out quietly, patting where he had just waxed on her leg.]
[Sugar grimaced as he patted her leg, nose crinkling in both pain and annoyance. Annoying each other was definitely one of their couple quirks, and here was a prime example. He would get his own back and she knew it - but she was still regretting agreeing to this. It was a bad idea, and her leg tingled from the pain. She let out a breath, trusting herself not to yelp after the initial after shock.
She scowled at him as he teased, giving him her best mad look, even if it probably wasn’t all that scary.] ”You freakin’ suck.” [She whined, and reached for a cushion from next to her, and leaned to whack him around the head with it.]
[Sam smirked up at his wife and moved to put the strip on to her leg, patting it down a little. Of course he allowed his hand to linger, to touch her a little longer than he needed to. Distracted by her legs was a given, to be frank. He loved everything about her and every day it seemed to change what he found sexiest about her. But that was because every single part of her was mind blowingly sexy to him.
Licking his lips slowly, he waggled his eyebrows at her as he grasped on to the edge of the strip. Counting down for her from 3, he gave the strip a quick yank on 1, ripping it away from her body.]
[Sugars legs, admittedly, weren’t exactly hairy. She simply hadn’t shaved or waxed last night, so they were as silky smooth as her husbands now were thanks to her genius evil. But she let him do it anyway, raising an eyebrow as he definitely touched her for longer than was necessary. She was sure their lust for each other wasn’t the normal for a young couple with a young baby, but it never dwindled.
Still, she was focused on this and sucked in a breath as he began to count down, knowing it would hurt. She was right. The feeling of the tiny, super short hairs being ripped from her skin made her squeak a little as she clamped her lips tightly shut, determined not to give him the satisfaction of crying out.]
[Sam moved to his knees in front of her and for a moment, just stared at her legs. Because really, why wouldn’t he do that? He even tilted his head down to look up her legs, smirking all the while. He was a big kid in a candy store when it came to his wife, and he always had a craving for Sugar.
But he settled then and lifted his head back up, reaching to take hold of one of the strips which he looked at for a moment. How hard could it be, right? If she did this to herself then he sure as hell could do it to her.]
"How hard can it be? I just put this on, pat it down and pull."
[Sugar watched him stare at her legs, smirking a little. In the heat, she usually wore shorts or a skirt and today she’d opted for the former - a little pair of floral shorts that definitely showed off her legs. What could she say? She was a hot momma. Sugar had worked damn hard to get her figure back after Ethan, and now she liked to show off the results.
She nodded as he spoke, even if she was a little apprehensive.] ”Sure, as long as you don’t get distracted by my legs. Go for it.”