Auther: pmitchell

Your boyfriend Bradley Bradshaw often gets deployed for a few weeks at a time. So whenever he gets to come home, you try your best to spend as much time with him as possible. Even during workouts. You didn’t like his type of workouts; the kind that involves high intensity, weights, or speed to maintain his figure, so the two of you compromised and made a small home gym where you could do both workouts that you loved.

After about 45 minutes of yoga and cooling off, you decided to lie around on your yoga mat, catching your breath. Rooster had just finished his pull ups and decided to walk over to you.

“Come on, no slacking off,” he said, offering his hand so he could pull you up to your feet.

“No,” you whined in protest.

The man chuckled, wiping a bead of sweat off his brow. He squatted down and left a kiss on your lips before walking across the room to do his bench presses. You could hear his heavy breathing from where you were lying down; you decided to roll over onto your stomach and watch him. On his second lift, you walked up to him and sat on the floor right next to him. Rooster was fully concentrated that he didn’t see you or your index finger coming when you poked him in the waist, causing him to jolt.

“Babe!” He complained, trying to sound stern but really he was struggling to hold his laughs back.

You poked him again and giggled. He was trying so hard to hold the weights up and keep it stable while squirming away from your finger.

“Babe, stop it!” Rooster laughed, trying so hard to balance the weights as he tries to put it back on the power rack overhead. Managing to balance the barbell there, he ducked away from the rack and then proceeded to tackle you onto the floor.

“You wanna mess with me, huh?” Rooster asked, pinning you with his body. He started to tickle you and you shrieked and laughed against him.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” you gasped breathlessly, roaring with laughter under his torture. “Baby! S-stop!” you begged in the middle of your laughter. Your hands caught his larger one and balled his fingers into a fist, but his other one was still wriggling about your skin.

“Beg for your life,” he threatened playfully, still pinning you down and tickling you to no end.

“Rooster, please,” you begged, suddenly shrieking when he touched a particularly ticklish spot and then laughing again. “I can’t breathe,” you gasped. “Please, please, please, I’m sorry,” you tried to apologize but still having a hard time doing it because of how much he was torturing you.

“Do you admit defeat?” He asked, stopping his tickles to give you space to answer.

“No,” you giggled. He gasped and went back to tickle you. “Yes! Yes! I surrender,” you retracted your words in the midst of your laughter.

“Alright, answer these questions correctly and I’ll stop,” he said. “Are you sorry?” He asked, stopping to let you answer.

“Yes,” you nodded.

“Do you love me?” He asked again.

“Yes,” you replied, grinning.

“Do you think I’m handsome?” He asked.

“Um...” you teased, but as soon as he widened his eyes, you immediately exclaimed, “Yes! Yes!” You giggled, hand holding his wrist to stop him from attacking you again.

“Are you gonna take a shower with me after this?”

“Yes,” you giggled again.

“Good answer,” he nodded definitively. “Alright, you’re forgiven, Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” Rooster said, pressing a quick yet deep kiss on your lips. He moved back and stood up, pulling you up with him, leading you straight to the shower.