Small things (Dan/Ror)
People with high pain tolerance are usually very ticklish, that idea spawned this little thing...
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They were sitting together on Dan’s couch. Rorschach was dressed down after his shower, mask off and wearing his white tank top and pin stripes. His arm was cast lazily over the back of the couch and muted blues flickered over his face from the television screen. Dan reached over and brushed his fingers against Rorschach’s side in a test of his mood. They had gotten over the ‘absolutely no touching what so ever, Daniel, break your fingers’ part of there relationship but it was still hit and miss when it was acceptable to touch Rorschach and when it wasn’t, and which of either could result in bodily harm. Now though as Dan’s fingers scraped lightly along the ribbed white fabric laying flush acrossed Rorschach’s ribs Rorschach jerked away suddenly whilst emitting a sharp almost surprised grunt.
The reaction was quick and only earned Dan a quick sideways look before Rorschach relaxed again. This was a strange reaction from Rorschach generally if he didn’t want to be touched he would move away or send Dan a glare that could kill a cat or he would leave. There were multiple different things he would or could do but staying and becoming relaxed was never one of them before. Tentatively Dan uncurled his fingers and brushed his ribs again, Rorschach shuddered but did not move. It began to occur to Dan that Rorschach might just be ticklish. Dan pressed into Rorschach’s side a little harder and waggled his fingers, this time Rorschach squirmed away and looked at him with as much astonishment as his face could muster. Rorschach crossed his arms pinning Dan with his cold gaze, the corners of his mouth turning down a little making him look slightly childish in a terrifying, about to rip your heart out, kind of way.
Dan smiled mischievously at him earning him a darker look.
“Are you ticklish Rorschach?” Dan asked him lightly.
“No Daniel not ticklish.” He growled before turning to watch the television again.
“Then you won’t mind if I do this!” Dan pounced towards Rorschach hands seeking his sides and started to tickle him.
“Daniel!” Rorschach exclaimed sounding shocked but not angry. He tried to struggle out from under Dan’s vice like grip but to no avail and finally took to throwing his weight off the couch. This sent them both careening onto the floor. Dan took another few hits at Rorschach’s sides which made him yelp and writhe under his fingers before Rocking back onto his heels. Rorschach panted and shuffled his back up against the couch. He was glaring at Dan half heartedly rather looking more dejected than anything. His hands were wrapped protectively around his sides in an awkward self hug that made Dan laugh.
“So really you’re not ticklish?” Dan mocked smiling.
“No, am not, uncontrollable physical response to touch in sensitive areas.” Rorschach tactically responded.
Dan sighed laughing, “only you Rorschach would refer to being ticklish in such a manner, get back up on the couch now buddy I promise I wont attack your ribs any more tonight.”
Rorschach cast him an appraising sensitive glance before reclaiming his spot on the couch. For a while he didn’t remove his tightly clamped hands from around his side but after a while he relaxed. Dan smiled to himself every day he seemed to find little things about his live in partner that he didn’t know the day before. Small almost un important things that wouldn’t really be noticed by anyone else. The way he would fold his clothes, or the way he would scan a hallway from left to right before stepping out. He had learned his preferences towards music and clothing and colours. Dan felt important to know all these things that no one else did. Made him special to know that he above all other people in the world was the one to be allowed to have Rorschach’s trust enough to let himself be touched and to sit on his couch and live in his house. It was a wonderful feeling for Daniel and he smiled as Rorschach glanced over at him, quick, calculating his every move before deeming him no longer a threat and yawning eyes closed and leaning back into the couch.
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They were sitting together on Dan’s couch. Rorschach was dressed down after his shower, mask off and wearing his white tank top and pin stripes. His arm was cast lazily over the back of the couch and muted blues flickered over his face from the television screen. Dan reached over and brushed his fingers against Rorschach’s side in a test of his mood. They had gotten over the ‘absolutely no touching what so ever, Daniel, break your fingers’ part of there relationship but it was still hit and miss when it was acceptable to touch Rorschach and when it wasn’t, and which of either could result in bodily harm. Now though as Dan’s fingers scraped lightly along the ribbed white fabric laying flush acrossed Rorschach’s ribs Rorschach jerked away suddenly whilst emitting a sharp almost surprised grunt.
The reaction was quick and only earned Dan a quick sideways look before Rorschach relaxed again. This was a strange reaction from Rorschach generally if he didn’t want to be touched he would move away or send Dan a glare that could kill a cat or he would leave. There were multiple different things he would or could do but staying and becoming relaxed was never one of them before. Tentatively Dan uncurled his fingers and brushed his ribs again, Rorschach shuddered but did not move. It began to occur to Dan that Rorschach might just be ticklish. Dan pressed into Rorschach’s side a little harder and waggled his fingers, this time Rorschach squirmed away and looked at him with as much astonishment as his face could muster. Rorschach crossed his arms pinning Dan with his cold gaze, the corners of his mouth turning down a little making him look slightly childish in a terrifying, about to rip your heart out, kind of way.
Dan smiled mischievously at him earning him a darker look.
“Are you ticklish Rorschach?” Dan asked him lightly.
“No Daniel not ticklish.” He growled before turning to watch the television again.
“Then you won’t mind if I do this!” Dan pounced towards Rorschach hands seeking his sides and started to tickle him.
“Daniel!” Rorschach exclaimed sounding shocked but not angry. He tried to struggle out from under Dan’s vice like grip but to no avail and finally took to throwing his weight off the couch. This sent them both careening onto the floor. Dan took another few hits at Rorschach’s sides which made him yelp and writhe under his fingers before Rocking back onto his heels. Rorschach panted and shuffled his back up against the couch. He was glaring at Dan half heartedly rather looking more dejected than anything. His hands were wrapped protectively around his sides in an awkward self hug that made Dan laugh.
“So really you’re not ticklish?” Dan mocked smiling.
“No, am not, uncontrollable physical response to touch in sensitive areas.” Rorschach tactically responded.
Dan sighed laughing, “only you Rorschach would refer to being ticklish in such a manner, get back up on the couch now buddy I promise I wont attack your ribs any more tonight.”
Rorschach cast him an appraising sensitive glance before reclaiming his spot on the couch. For a while he didn’t remove his tightly clamped hands from around his side but after a while he relaxed. Dan smiled to himself every day he seemed to find little things about his live in partner that he didn’t know the day before. Small almost un important things that wouldn’t really be noticed by anyone else. The way he would fold his clothes, or the way he would scan a hallway from left to right before stepping out. He had learned his preferences towards music and clothing and colours. Dan felt important to know all these things that no one else did. Made him special to know that he above all other people in the world was the one to be allowed to have Rorschach’s trust enough to let himself be touched and to sit on his couch and live in his house. It was a wonderful feeling for Daniel and he smiled as Rorschach glanced over at him, quick, calculating his every move before deeming him no longer a threat and yawning eyes closed and leaning back into the couch.