SpainxReader Ticklish

Antonio pulled you closer in his sleep, nuzzling his face in your neck. You opened your eyes slightly and smiled, letting your fingers tangle in his hair. Morning light slid into the room through the window, bathing everything in a warm yellow glow. You watched little bits of dust float around in the air, drifting in and out of the soft beams of sunlight. Antonio moved his head up on to the pillow, opening his bright green eyes and gazing sleepily at you with a small smile.

“Hey there,” you greeted.

“Buenas dias, mi tomate.” His voice had that morning rasp you loved so much. He brought his hand up, his thumb grazing softly over your cheek. He leaned in and touched his lips to yours, letting his hand trail back down to your waist and then over to the small of your back. You smiled as he pulled away as little as he could and rested his forehead on yours. “What would you like to do today?” he asked.

You made a face as you thought about it. “This. Cuddle, sleep, be lazy.”  A mischievous look crossed Toni's face.

“Even if were to, say, tickle you?” Your eyes widened. He grinned.

“Psh... I'm not ticklish at all.” You gave Toni a sideways glance.

“Oh really? I don't think I believe you,” he replied, looking puckish. You dissolved into a fit of giggles as he rolled over and started tickling you. You curled into a ball, laughing, and kicked your feet. You heard him laughing too as his hands descended on your stomach.

“Stop, stop!” you said breathlessly, still laughing. Toni sat back, watching you regain your breath, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes from laughing so hard. Toni leaned back over, supporting himself on his arms.

“Te amo, (Name).”

“I love you too,” you said, still grinning. “I wonder if you're ticklish...”