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His Fingers

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        "Wednesday." I heard someone whisper. I groaned and tried to squeeze my eyes shut tighter. The voice came again, but this time with a poke in the shoulder. I hunched my shoulders and groaned, trying to get away from the annoying finger and voice waking me up. The small finger did not stop poking my shoulder. I even wiggled away, getting closer to my wall. The fuckin' finger followed me. Angry that I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep now, and angry that Joey's fuckin' finger wouldn't leave me alone, I rolled over and growled at him, lip rising up in a snarl.
        "Hi, Wed." Joey smiled at me, waggling his fingers. He was leaning against my bed, kneeling. His hair was disheveled and he was dressed in a baggy hoodie. His make up from last night was smeared around his eyes, rubbed all over his face. He looked really sleepy. I took my eyes off of him momentarily to look at my radio clock. Squinting my eyes as I turned back to face him, I was even more pissed. It was four in the morning. I had, no joke, just gone to bed like an hour ago. I was drunk, and I did not want to be awake when the sun came up.
        "Joey, this better be good." I growled out at him. He shied away, leaning his head down and hunching his shoulders.
        "Can I stay with you?" He looked down at my bed, fingers twisting in the sheets. He didn't want to meet my eyes. I huffed out my anger, and threw back the covers. He didn't move, just kept twisting his fingers in my sheets. Rolling my eyes, I addressed him, clearly annoyed.
        "Joey, are you waiting for an invitation? I pulled the sheets back for you." He raised his head and peeked his eyes through his overly long eyelashes. This peeking movement revealed his large blue eyes.  His large lips were set in a pout, not quite sure if he should get in the bed or not. I patted the spot next to me. Joey stood up and hesitantly slid into bed. All I could tell he was dressed in was his jacket and socks. He slid under the covers and slid right in against my body. I threw the sheets back over us and flopped back down.
        "Joe, please tell me you've got something on underneath your jacket." I pinched the bridge of my nose and squeezed my eyes shut. I felt him shifting about. Whether or not he was squirming because of the question or because he was trying to get comfortable, I didn't care, I just wanted an answer.
        "My underwear." He let out finally, soft voice barely louder than a whisper. I let out a sigh. His underwear. His fuckin' adorable cutesy little children underwear. The kind that hugged your hips and was form fitting. The kind that had your mind thinking oh so unsafe thoughts. Those oh so unsafe thoughts were trickling into my mind, just imaging what he would look like in his underwear and those alone.
        "That's it? What the fuck do you sleep in?" I growled out at him, annoyed that he wants to share a bed, but doesn't get more clothes on. I mean, I'm in PJ pants. I wasn't angry that he was wearing only underwear, I was angry at myself. I was angry because I wanted him in nothing, not even his underwear. I wanted to see that naked body beneath mine. And I was angry at myself for thinking this way about my innocent as fuck bandmate.
        He started to move away, crawling out from under the covers. "Where are you going?" I grabbed his hips and pulled him back in against my body, spooning him and wrapping my arms around his waist. I stuck my face in the crook between his jaw and shoulder. I inhaled the scent at the nape of his neck. He smelt of warmth, and spice, and home. He froze against my body at first, but as soon as I smiled into his neck, he relaxed.
        "I was going to go put on some pants…unless you don't want me to leave?" He asked, breathing out the answer, no louder than a whisper. I just pushed my face further into his neck, taking in a deep breath of air. He wiggled about, trying to squirm away from me. I just pulled him in against me further.
        "Wed, that tickles. Stop." He chuckled. I sniffled his neck more. His small fingers began to push at my face, trying to pry me away. Still teasing, I bit playfully at his neck, which brought forth a loud yell from the body beneath me. He immediately burst into a fit of giggles, unable to stop. Wanting to keep him giggling, I started to tickle my fingers along his hips and stomach. Joey kicked out with his feet and bent his torso over his stomach and my fingers, where I still continued to tickle him.
        "Wednesday!" He practically shrieked. I 'hmm'ed against his neck in response. "Please stop!" He wailed out, giggles still erupting from his mouth. I just smiled and proceeded to tickle him. He kept giggling and shrieking. His thrashing about had knocked the covers off of us. I shivered against his back, momentarily stilling my fingers. Taking this opportunity, Joey rolled over so he was facing me. Then he took his annoying fingers, including the one that had woke me up, and decided to tickle me.
        "Joey!" I called out, eyes widening in surprise. His face was a mask of pure joy. His blue eyes were full of laughter and his cheeks had a slight flush to them. He had a small smile on his face, making his face seem to glow. While I watched, he let out a little soft giggle. I felt my heart warm at the sight. My drunken state had seemed to dissipate a little with all the tickling Joey and I were doing. I let out a squeal of laughter as he found my ticklish spot. He knew exactly where it was, so why had his fingers lingered on my stomach, as if searching for the spot?
        Joey's laughter joined in with my own as he began to abuse my ticklish spot, fingers relentlessly assaulting the spot. Said spot was on my ribs, both sides. His slender fingers began to slide down my sides, trying to find my other tickle spot. I tried backing away from Joey, hoping I could escape him, but it was a futile effort as my back hit the wall.
        "No, Joey, no!" I giggled out as his dingers dipped just beneath my PJ pants to touch my hips. His fingers now were tickling my hips, making me curl over his hands and dying of laughter. Joey let go of my hips, and I tried to breathe past the laughter falling from my lips. However, I could not entirely catch my breath as Joey pushed my shoulders flat to the bed and sat on my hips.
        My breath caught in my throat as he moved on top of me. This little fucker couldn't be as innocent as he looked and acted if he was touching me in the way that he was doing.  Joey smiled down at me, tucking his long hair behind his ears. He then dropped his hands back in his lap, or on my stomach. I was too busy watching his face and pondering when his slender fingers were attacking my tickle spots again.
        I almost kicked out, but I didn't in fear of hurting my fragile Joey.  I didn't want him to fall off and get hurt or just to end up getting hurt. So I tried to still my thrashing as much as I could, but it was so difficult. Joey's fingers were like feathers upon my skin, ticking even worse now. This time, I did lash out. Wildly kicking my legs out and trying to still his hands with my own. I giggled and I couldn't stop myself, and Joey was giggling with me. Joy and happiness was clear upon his face. I wanted to keep it there.
        "Stop, please! I can't breathe!" I managed to get around the giggles pouring from my lungs. Joey ignored my request for a minute longer, and then his fingers stilled, and then stopped altogether. I was panting up a storm, and Joey looked as if he was panting almost as much as I was. Joey took a heaving breath and flopped down on my chest. His soft jacket rubbed nicely against my bare chest. We lay there, panting and gasping for air.
        Joey, however, was able to regain his breath quicker than I was. He began to trace patterns on my outstretched arms. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of his feather soft touch ghosting over my skin. The sensation sent a chill up my spine and resulted in goose bumps blooming across my open skin. Joey noticed this and 'hmm'ed in response. I grunted back, not concerned that I was now becoming a bit chilled. Joey continued with his tracing and I continued with the slowing of my breathing.
        After a bit longer, I managed to whisper out, close to sleep, "Joey, can you reach the blanket?" He nodded his raven head against my chest. I felt his arm rub against my side and my leg as he reached for the covers. Giving a hard yank, he managed to pull it over our bodies. He laid back down on my chest, and I readjusted the covers. I tucked them in around his body a bit, and I made sure the covers reached all the way up to the middle of his head. I wanted him to be warm enough.
        "Joe, put your hood on. I don't want you getting cold." He made a whining noise in the back of his throat, almost like a puppy. I wiggled my feet around and touched his feet, playing footsie with him. I soon had him giggling a bit. He removed his hand from my arm to pull on his hood. He went back to tracing things on my arm beneath the blanket. I smiled, closing my eyes. I reached my hand up and began to pet his back beneath the blanket. Joey snuggled into my chest, squirming about. He rubbed his face against my skin, and I felt the smile on his lips. I chuckled out, and he replied with a soft giggle.
        "Wednesday?" I opened my eyes and 'hmm'ed at him. "Goodnight." He leaned forward and kissed my lips. I felt my eyes widen in shock, but I returned the kiss. I felt his feather soft eyelashes fluttering against my cheeks as we lip locked. Joey moved back, separating our lips. I smiled up at him, eyes half lidded. He sheepishly smiled back at me. He took the finger that had been tracing patterns on my arm, and poked my nose with it.
        As he pulled his finger back, I playfully nipped at him. He giggled and laughed, delighted. I leaned forward and captured his lips with mine again. I let all my love surge up from the bottom of my toes and travel throughout my entire body to exit through my lips. I wanted Joey to be able to feel all my love in the kiss, to let him know how much I cared about him. Joey pulled away again, this time gasping for air. He didn't seem like he could breathe, making his cheeks flush and his small body heave against mine.
        "Love you, Joes. Goodnight." I smiled and gave him a quick peck on the nose. He responded by laying his head on my chest, rubbing his face against it. He practically purred as we laid together, as we fell asleep. I wrapped my free arm around his waist, securing him to my body. And he continued drawing on my bare arm, continuously sending shivers up my spine. The small finger that had awoken me, was now putting me back to sleep. How ironic. Only Joey could do something so impossible, but it's just one of the reasons why I love him.
hooray, Joesday!!! For :iconjoeyxw13-fans:'s contest.
For those of you who don't know, this is Wednesday 13 and Joey Jordison of Murderdolls. Joey's also the drummer in Slipknot.
I think they're so cuteeeeeeee. :meow:
Should I continue this? Like turn it into a story? With a plot line? And multiple chapters?
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" Only Joey could do something so impossible, but it's just one of the reasons why I love him." :iconiloveyouplz: