You gasped as you were pushed against a wall. Pavel's fingers traveled around your abdomen, causing an eruption of giggles from you. "Stop!" You laughed, out of breath.
You managed to climb over Chekov's arms, and began to tickle him. A very high, unmanly like laugh came from him, and he turned a bright red.
"Okay okay! I surrender!" He cried, his hands grabbed your wrists, causing you to stop. You looked into his beautiful eyes, and smiled, breathless from the little wrestling match.
"You don't usually give up that easily." You sat, sitting down on the floor, he sat beside you, and you ruffled his curly hair.
"How can I put up a fight against such a beautiful girl?" He asked, his face turning an even brighter shade of crimson.
You sighed, and leaned against him, using his shoulder as a pillow. "Man, now I'm tired." You said, yawning. He looked at you, and ruffled your hair.
"Then let's take a nap." He said, overdramaticly picking you up, and setting you on the bed. He lied down beside you, and snuggled close.
About ten minuets later, you were fast asleep, but Chekov was wise awake. Thinking.
A lot had happened that day. But the one thing that made him worry, was the message he received saying his mother was coming to visit.
He dreaded that day, but he knew you could handle his loud mother. If anyone could it was you.
He sighed in resolve, and eventually fell asleep, dreaming of Russia, and how good it would be to see his mom again.
A/n
Just to let y'all know, I am doing a continuation of this. Hope you liked it!
^_^
~Clieo
