Day 10 – In secret

Zayne gritted his teeth, pressing the back of his head against the door and clenching his hand around the twisting knob, threatening to expose him at any given moment. You ******irked, holding out your index finger in front of your lips.

“Dr. Zayne? Are you still there?” Yvonne asked from the other sound of the door, as confused as the poor thing could be. Zayne knew he had to answer, but how was he supposed to do so with you messing around?

And to make things even better: this time, this whole situation was actually his fault, not yours or anyone else’s. He was the one that suggested you should sneak into his office for some late night kissing and… other shenanigans. Now, would he be able to keep his little secret from the rest of the staff?

“Y-yehes,” Zayne groaned, pressing his eyes shut while you pinched and squeezed his ribs to your heart’s content, barely minding his free hand swatting at yours. “G-gihive me a mohoment!”

“Are you ok?” Yvonne seemed even more confused. Oh, what you wouldn’t give to see her face right now. “I heard some noises and came to check, but… is the door locked? I can’t seem to open it.”

“I-it is,” Zayne muttered in a hurry, giving you a death stare that you promptly ignored. You giggled quietly, kneading at his sides and clawing at his stomach. “I-I needed to- AH!”

“D-Dr. Zayne?!” Yvonne gasped, the door trembling a little more frantic. Ah, Yvonne, if only you knew, you thought, wiggling your eyebrows at the doctor.

Just by the look on his face, you could tell you’d get a long, intensive hearing when he managed to get out of that situation – but, again, it was all his fault, right? If he allowed you to use the front door, you doubted Yvonne would dare to be checking on him. Heh.

He turned his face to the side, his ******ile nearly tearing his lips apart. “I-I neehehed to c-change clothes! I-i’m stihihill at it!”

“Oh,” was Yvonne’s simple answer. The explanation seemed to suffice her curiosity and ease her worries. “I see, sorry for bothering, dr. Zayne!”

“N-no prohobl-AHA!”

“H-huh?”

“I-It’s nohohothing!” He groaned, desperately trying to pry your hands away from his underarm. The panicked look on his face almost made you pity him. Almost is the key word here.

As the questions from the other side of the door stopped coming, you knew your source of entertainment was nearing its end. Still, Zayne only let his guard down after making sure it was safe enough to do so, silently withstanding and taking your tickling.

The scene was quite impressive, you thought.

“Y-you,” Zayne gasped, finally able to use both his hands to hold you by your wrists. He looked angry, in a cute way. “Are you out of your min-”

“Shhh,” you whispered, freeing one of your hands and using it to cover his lips, pushing him back against the door. “If you talk any louder, they will find out about your little secret, doctor. Now, where were we? ~”