"Sam," Gabe says as he runs his fingers through his moose's hair, as Sam's head lays in Gabriel's lap, his legs elevated on the arm of the couch, "Do you love me?" Gabe asks.
Sam is taken a bit aback, but he doesn't show it. "Of course I do, and you know that." Sam pulls Gabe hand closer to him to put feathery small kisses on Gabriel's palm and up his fingers. Gabe begins to laugh, "Sam, stop! That tickles!" Why would Sam stop now?
Sam speeds up the kisses "S-Sam! Stop!" Gabriel begins to laugh a bit harder, Sam sits up and begins to wiggle his fingers over Gabe's stomach, "S-Sam! Nonono! P-p-please!" "Please? Really? Okay then?" Sam wiggles his fingers even faster. Gabriel is beginning to tear up, he's already red as a tomato. He might be able to turn Sam into a car, but while being tickled Gabe is helpless.
Sam begins to lighten up, and when it's finally over, Sam kisses Gabe's forehead, and lays his head back in Gabe's lap.
"I love you, you asshole." "I love you too."
