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scriveynerTitle: samflam_69min: Wriggle
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Babyfic
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi, Masanori, Keiko
Rating: T
Length: 531
Summary:
Babies, as it turned out, were extremely ticklish.
Keiko shrieked with laughter, kicking her legs, as Masayoshi tickled her. She waved her arms in the air, trying to flail away on the couch but Masayoshi was too big to get away from easily. She flopped onto her side and he rolled her over, pushing up her shirt and blowing on her belly. She laughed even harder, smacking at his head ineffectively with tiny little fists, finally catching on his hair and tugging. “Daddy,” she choked out between giggles. “St-stop, daddy!”
Gotou was sitting in the chair, feeding Masanori and watching the antics with some amusement. Keiko kicked and rolled over and Masayoshi caught her again, blowing a raspberry into her hair. “Who’s my baby girl?” Masayoshi asked as she shrieked again, burying her face into his neck and clinging onto him. “I wonder if THIS-“ he grabbed her foot and she yelled and laughed. “Is ticklish TOO?”
Masanori burbled into the bottle, and Gotou shifted him slightly, checking on him. “What’s going on over there, hm?” Gotou asked. Masanori ignored him, drinking greedily, and Gotou made a small noise of contentment. He was startled from that, though, when there was a solid thud, hard enough to make the floor shake. Gotou’s head snapped up, concerned.
“I won!” Keiko shouted, hands over her head and sitting astride Masayoshi’s chest. He had rolled right off the couch, landing on his back and keeping Keiko atop him the entire time. “Again, daddy, again!” she yelled, and smacked her hands into his shirt and laughed.
“You okay?” Gotou asked, and Masayoshi held up his hand, thumb up.
“Yeah,” Masayoshi wheezed out, and sat up carefully, one arm around Keiko to steady her. “I’ve had worse.”
Masanori disengaged from his bottle and burped, and Gotou leaned forward, placing the mostly-empty bottle on the table and setting the baby against his shoulder. “I’m gonna need another towel,” he said. “If he decides to throw up on me again.”
“Sure thing,” Masayoshi said. “Keiko, where are the towels?”
“Towels!” Keiko said, squirming around again. “Towels, towels-“ Masayoshi got to his feet carefully as she sang the word over and over again, to the tune of a theme song. “Towels! Towels, towels, towels!”
“Where are they at, Keiko? Where do we keep the towels?”
“Ba’room!” Keiko sang, and giggled when Masayoshi jogged her against his hip.
Gotou closed his eyes and chuckled as Masayoshi said, “that’s RIGHT! You’re such a clever baby, aren’t you?”
“’m clever,” Keiko parroted as they both disappeared to fetch another towel.
Gotou patted Masanori’s back as he spit up just a little. “They’re so silly, aren’t they?” he said softly, and Masanori burped into his shoulder.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Babyfic
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi, Masanori, Keiko
Rating: T
Length: 531
Summary:
Babies, as it turned out, were extremely ticklish.
Keiko shrieked with laughter, kicking her legs, as Masayoshi tickled her. She waved her arms in the air, trying to flail away on the couch but Masayoshi was too big to get away from easily. She flopped onto her side and he rolled her over, pushing up her shirt and blowing on her belly. She laughed even harder, smacking at his head ineffectively with tiny little fists, finally catching on his hair and tugging. “Daddy,” she choked out between giggles. “St-stop, daddy!”
Gotou was sitting in the chair, feeding Masanori and watching the antics with some amusement. Keiko kicked and rolled over and Masayoshi caught her again, blowing a raspberry into her hair. “Who’s my baby girl?” Masayoshi asked as she shrieked again, burying her face into his neck and clinging onto him. “I wonder if THIS-“ he grabbed her foot and she yelled and laughed. “Is ticklish TOO?”
Masanori burbled into the bottle, and Gotou shifted him slightly, checking on him. “What’s going on over there, hm?” Gotou asked. Masanori ignored him, drinking greedily, and Gotou made a small noise of contentment. He was startled from that, though, when there was a solid thud, hard enough to make the floor shake. Gotou’s head snapped up, concerned.
“I won!” Keiko shouted, hands over her head and sitting astride Masayoshi’s chest. He had rolled right off the couch, landing on his back and keeping Keiko atop him the entire time. “Again, daddy, again!” she yelled, and smacked her hands into his shirt and laughed.
“You okay?” Gotou asked, and Masayoshi held up his hand, thumb up.
“Yeah,” Masayoshi wheezed out, and sat up carefully, one arm around Keiko to steady her. “I’ve had worse.”
Masanori disengaged from his bottle and burped, and Gotou leaned forward, placing the mostly-empty bottle on the table and setting the baby against his shoulder. “I’m gonna need another towel,” he said. “If he decides to throw up on me again.”
“Sure thing,” Masayoshi said. “Keiko, where are the towels?”
“Towels!” Keiko said, squirming around again. “Towels, towels-“ Masayoshi got to his feet carefully as she sang the word over and over again, to the tune of a theme song. “Towels! Towels, towels, towels!”
“Where are they at, Keiko? Where do we keep the towels?”
“Ba’room!” Keiko sang, and giggled when Masayoshi jogged her against his hip.
Gotou closed his eyes and chuckled as Masayoshi said, “that’s RIGHT! You’re such a clever baby, aren’t you?”
“’m clever,” Keiko parroted as they both disappeared to fetch another towel.
Gotou patted Masanori’s back as he spit up just a little. “They’re so silly, aren’t they?” he said softly, and Masanori burped into his shoulder.
