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[patfiddlesticks]

Date/Time: 'The Shady Aftermath'; Nov 1st; Late Afternoon
Location: Grounds, by Willow
Open to: All
Involving: Pat

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[patfiddlesticks]

"Oh, no," Patrick replied dryly. "You only threw yourself at me that once, and I seem to remember settling that bit quite well, thank you very much."

Smirk. He couldn't hide it - something about being around Nadia just made him happy. No matter what had happened, she just seemed to brighten everything. It was actually a worrisome thing to admit; he'd like to think that without Andra, the person he had devoted to being his one true love, he'd be absolutely miserable and doing everything he could to get her back. Laying about, teasing a beautiful young girl just didn't fit well into that scheme.

"Speaking of dirty," he added, as if it were just now occuring to him. Slyly, he ground his thumb into the dirt just on the other side of him, out of her range of sight, then motioned to her. "You've got a bit of something right ah.. right there." With his other hand, he sort of just motioned at her face, but scowled. "It's ah.. looks like, I don't know.. muck. Right on your face. Quite unattractive, really. Here. Let me get it for you."

[nadiadayton]

Settling on it. Hmm. Yes, he most certainly had. Her chest heaved just a bit higher, her breathing quickening. It had been quite a problem for her to have had that experience and then absolutely nothing. For weeks. Torture.

Anyway, enough of that. Don't dwell on it!!

She smiled, and then batted at her face as he said there was something on her. She frowned, feeling kind of daft for telling him she didn't mind getting dirty, and then worrying about some smudge she might have.

Her nose wrinkled, but she leaned forward trustingly, letting him rub it away.

[patfiddlesticks]

Patrick had to clear his throat to keep from absolutely grinning. Last thing he wanted was to give himself away. But his smile had quirked as she immediately went to wipe it away. It was more cute than offending, of course.

One brow lifted as he leaned forward as well. He had to make it look believable, afterall. His head tilted as he took a good look at her right cheek. "...Merlin, that's the most disgusting thing I've ever seen..." he murmured quietly, then brought the previously hidden hand up. His index finger gently ran the length of her jaw as his brows furrowed, as if he was just thoroughly inspecting the 'smudge' and he let out a short breath through his nose.

And then, with the simple flick of his wrist, he brought his thumb over to smear dirt completely across her cheek.

[nadiadayton]

Nadia's eyes fluttered slightly as his finger traced along her jaw, and for a moment she thought it had all been a ploy. But how right she was!!

A ploy indeed!

She cried out as he smeared dirt across her cheek, and then immediately lunged at him with a shrill laugh. "You git!" she cried, giggling and squealing with delight as she tacked him.

She reached for a handful of leaves and immediately crumbled and dropped them on him. "I am soooo gonna make you pay!" she warned, laughing more and more as she attacked him.

[patfiddlesticks]

Patrick fell back against the ground laughing. Oh, he got her good indeed. She could bury him in bloody leaves and he'd not care - he got her. He got her good.

Though part of him did feel bad; the look on her face just seconds before the dirt hit her skin? Merlin.

But now was not the time to be thinking about that. She was sitting on him, dropping crumpled leaves all over him, and he was laughing beneath her. It felt good to laugh, really. To feel as if he could be perfectly happy being himself, that playful, boyish Patrick that Danny had said he missed. It was more obvious right there, playing with Nadia, that Andra really had made him change. For the worse, in fact, but now it was obvious that he'd simply just get over it.

He eyed her as she dirtied him up. What were those statistics, again? 9 out of 10 girls all have a weakness for--

--well, he'd not know if she did until he tried it. So with a grin, he slowly slipped hands from her hips to her waist, then up even further, moving so slowly that he hoped she wouldn't notice he was touching her at all. And just as his hands got to the right place, he attacked.

Tickling.

Worked every time, normally, and hopefully it would now.

[nadiadayton]

"...and a little in your haaair!" she sang, her voice high and totally not caring that it was pitiful sounding. She wasn't trying to really sing, but sound more like a little kid who was coloring or playing with building blocks and singing at the top of their lungs.

"A little heeeeere, a little theeeeeeere!"

She giggled and continued adorning him with leaves, until his hands absolutely assaulted her ribs and under her arms. She squealed out loudly, jumping up a good three inches from him as she screeched and wriggled and died laughing.

"Nooo!" she cried, tears coming to her eyes immediately as she flailed about and finally flung herself down in an attempt to roll away. "Bloody-- wanker-- BUGGER YOU!!" she cried, still wailing with laughter.

[patfiddlesticks]

"Oh, I'm sorry. What was that? I can't quite hear you with all this loud, shrill screeching going on." he replied, grinning down at her as he, in turn, pinned her to the ground with his continued tickling. "But honestly. What were you trying to say?"

This? This felt nice. All that time spent trying to keep his distance from two of the people he really saw as cherished friends really wasn't worth it. But now he had Nadia back, and soon? Danny, too. Maybe just maybe then, he could be happy again.

He took a moment to simply smile down at her as his hands continued their assault. But he didn't want to let it last too long - last thing he wanted was for Nadia to think he was some sort of pansy that would give up on his attack the second she cried 'Nooo!'

Besides. The correct term was 'Uncle', not 'No'.

[nadiadayton]

"I hate yooooou!" she cried, giggling despite her attempt at telling him that she no longer liked him. She wiggled and writhed and was desperate to get away but at the same time...

Not so much.

"You are going to be so sorry when I get my revenge!" she cried, gasping between her fits of laughter. "I mean it, Patrick Fiddlesticks! Just you wait!!"

She giggled again, trying in vaint to take the dominant position again. Dammit!

[patfiddlesticks]

"Waiting," he replied with a grin as his hands moved down to her waist, tickling furiously there next.

Oh, the things people would say if they saw this little event right here. Patrick was admittably thorougly enjoying himself, that much was for sure. He, being the typical hormonal teenage boy (despite good breeding), definately enjoyed the sight of a beautiful girl absolutely writhing beneath him.. despite how utterly dirty that sounded. Sure, yeah, absolutely innocent play, but at the same time?

Not so much.

And boy was he ever fighting himself to keep thoughts like that out of his mind. It was too soon. Far, far too soon to let his mind even toy with the idea of going in that direction just yet.

[nadiadayton]

"....NNnngaaah!" she cried, utterly frustrated with the fact that he was 'waiting' so smugly and there was absolutely nothing she could do. She was still giggling hysterically, and managed to get out, "Oh, you'll now know when it's coming! When you absolutely least expect it? Wham!"

Finally deciding she had to try anything, she sat up so that they were nearly chest-to-chest, and tried tickling him back. She felt like she was mostly prodding and poking absently, desperate to make him release his attack on her.

She needed him to pause again, just for the tiniest little moment. She could try to pout or nuzzle him or bloody well, SOMETHING!

[patfiddlesticks]

Patrick let out a sound that could best be described as a mix between a squeak and a cry in agony. Faster than lightning, his hands flew away from her as his body completely tightened up - oh yeah, Pat was about as ticklish as it got.

"NOOOO NO NO NO NO!!" he cried out in return, "Not o-on! St-stop!!"

Oh, he should have saw that coming. Surely she'd not lay there under his attack and not retaliate!!

[nadiadayton]

"Ah HA!" she cried triumphantly, wriggling and giggling as she assaulted him. "I shall overcome!!" She took the opportunity and quickly reclaimed her spot, perched atop him as she ticked.

"You can make it stoooop!" she teased, grinning wide as he laughed.

"Say, 'Queen Nadia is the most beautiful and fair ruler in the world!'" she cried, grinning wide. "Say, 'How I love my benevolent Queeeeen!!'"

Oh, he'd have to pay heftily to get her to stop.

[patfiddlesticks]

Patrick let her continue the tickling for a few good minutes, not quite ready to give in. Yes, he was almost dying with laughter and twitching as he tried to avoid her fingertips, but she was.. happy. Smiling. He loved to see her like this.

Finally, he tried desperately to pull himself up to sit, trying to keep arms from giving out beneath him from her wriggling fingertips. "OKAY, OKAY!!" he cried out, "I.. haha, Queen Nadia.. oh my god, don't touch there, haha!! Queen Nadia is.. the most beautiful and, HAHAH, OH GOD, NADIA, STOP IT, fair ruler in the.. the.. w-world!" He paused, trying to grab her hands or arms or something. Then, in one quick sentence and without stopping to take a breath, he added "How I love my benevolent Queen, now BUGGERING STOP IT!"

[nadiadayton]

Nadia grinned and promptly stopped, planting her hands on her hips despite her sitting position. "There!" she cried happily, watching him. "Now, was that so bloody hard?"

She laughed lightly, then poked him just once. "And where in the world was it that I was touching you to get such a reaction?? Huh?" She wriggled, poking again, not quite tickling him.

She didn't want him to attack hera again, after all.

She grinned at him, so ecstatic to see him smiling and laughing. He deserved it; there was no sense in him being all mopey. That bint wasn't worth it.

[patfiddlesticks]

Patrick nearly choked on his own tongue at her 'such a reaction' comment. Considering her sitting position, he was slightly worried that she'd be talking about, well, other reactions that didn't have so much of anything to do with laughing or the batting-away of hands.

But as she tickled him lightly again, he broke out with a grin again.

"Shut it, cupcake."

With a sigh, he grabbed her arms and flipped her over to lay on her back. Once he was satisfied with her positioning, he leaned across her as he pulled a clean, crisp handkerchief from his pocket, and started to gently wipe the earlier dirt from her cheek. "So..," he said quietly, eyes moving from the dirt to her eyes, then back again, "...what are your plans for the week off? Locked up in your high tower, waiting for Prince Charming to climb your hair?"

[nadiadayton]

Her face split into a wide, dazzling smile as he called her 'cupcake'. Oh, how she'd missed that. It was something so silly, without true affection attached to it, but it made her smile and feel that dizzy, fluttery, light-headed feeling.

Her soft smile quickly turned into a shout of surprise as he took her over, and she was afraid for a moment that he would pin her down for more tickling.

But he gently started to wipe the dirt from her cheek. She smiled again, watching him with a soft gaze of appreciation. "Thanks," she murmured, her fingertips lightly brushing the back of his hand as he cleaned her up.

She snorted softly at his question; he had no idea how close to the mark he was. Locked up, indeed. "Sort of," she replied, looking up at the tree branches overhead. "Mostly waiting for my Hogwarts owl, as my Prince Charming will be all too busy in London, I believe."