Imagine Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Pickle Tickle - Denny Duquette

Title: Pickle Tickle

Character: Denny Duquette

TV: Grey's Anatomy

Warnings: None

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

Running my fingers through my hair, I blew out a puff of air and tried not to let the panic set in.

My boyfriend, Denny, and I just moved in together and there were boxes as well as housewarming gifts everywhere.

I had to get out of the living room, so I opted to unpack the bedroom. I turned on my Spotify and got down to work.

Thankfully it didn't take that long to get the clothes put away and the boxes broken down. In all honesty, all I wanted to do was take a shower and maybe lay in bed to read a little before Denny got home.

When I turned to break down the last box, a small silver gift bag fell out. It was a gift that one of my friends at work had gotten me. I hadn't the time to look at it and immediately felt bad.

I pulled out the tiger striped tissue paper and found 2 goodies inside. One was a Pure Romance Strawberry flavored lube, which had my ears burning, and a book.

I groaned when I took it out and read the cover… How to Tickle His Pickle.

“Christ on a cupcake, Michele!” I cursed.

C'mon now! Denny and I had of course slept together many times and we were no novices in the bedroom, but the book still made me blush!

Denny also knew that I wrote sexy stories, but I'd always been too embarrassed to let him read them.

If he caught me reading this book… I'd never hear the end of it.

A knock on the door made me jump. Without a thought, I put the book on top of the dresser and went to see who was here.

It turned out to be our neighbor who wanted to welcome us to the neighborhood. After speaking with them, I was finally able to go take my shower.

I felt considerably more human afterwards. While drying my hair, I saw the book on the dresser. Again, I chose to ignore it, grabbing one of my romance novels instead.

I was maybe a chapter into my book when I glanced at the pesky paperback again. Taking the plunge, I got out of bed and snatched it off the dresser.

I tapped it against my palm, then shrugged before climbing back into bed.

I could feel my face heat up as I read it. It was even complete with illustrations. I had gotten to the part where it was teaching how to give great head when I heard the front door shut.

“Y/N?” Denny called out, the sound of his keys going into the decorative bowl.

“Oh shit!” I whispered, shoving the book under my pillow just in time.

Denny entered the bedroom. His welcoming smile faltered slightly, which only made my rosy cheeks deepen in color.

“Hey Denny,” I greeted him a little too cheerfully.

“Heeyyy,” he came closer to the bed, sitting down next to me, “Are you alright?”

“Hmmm? Oh yeah! I'm fine!”

“You sure?” Denny laid the top of his hand on my forehead, “you feel a little warm,”

I chuckled, grabbing his hand and kissing his knuckles, “I'm fine, Denny. I promise. I just had a hot bath after unpacking, that's all,”

From his skeptical gaze I could tell he wasn't buying it.

“Okay… well, I bought some Chinese for dinner,”

At that, my stomach growled, making us laugh.

“Thank you,” I said, giving him a sound kiss.
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Denny stayed back in the bedroom to change his clothes while I picked through the food that he'd gotten at the kitchen counter.

As I swallowed my bite, I smiled as I felt Denny's arms circle around my waist.

He ran his nose slowly up my neck, his lips leaving soft kisses behind.

“Hmmmm, this is nice,” I said, happily.

“Hmmm humm,”

Denny continued his leisurely pace, nipping at my earlobe before speaking, “Want to tickle my pickle, huh?”

I gasped, my body going rigid, “Son of a bitch!”

Denny's chest shook with laughter.

I groaned, turning around so that I was leaning against the counter and covering my face, “Kill me now!”

“Awww, Sweetheart!” he laughed, grabbing my wrists to pull my hands away.

I resisted him, groaning even louder, “It was a gag gift, I swear!”

“She must really want you to choke on that!” Denny said, bending at the waist, laughing.

“Goddamnit,” I muttered under my breath.

I crossed my arms, feeling the smile tug at the corner of my mouth while I watched Denny bust his gut.

He finally stood and wiped his eyes.

“Seriously though, do you really think you need that book?” he asked, a few small chuckles escaping him as he calmed down.

The small smile fell from my lips as I thought about it and shrugged.

“Y/N, Honey,” Denny became serious as he cupped my cheeks, “what we do in and out of the bedroom… just know that I'm happy.”

“I know, but I just thought-”

My sentence was cut off by Denny kissing me. I moaned into the kiss as he deepened it. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders for leverage, I broke the kiss as I felt his length against my thigh.

“See?” he chuckled, “I get hard at just the thought of you wondering around the house in your pajamas, Honey.”

I blushed, biting my lip.

Denny kissed the corner of my mouth while his hands roamed my back and behind, “Talk to me,”

“What if I wanted to try something new?” I asked him.

I felt the rumble in his chest as he groaned and hiked my leg up over his hip.

“Then by all means, I won't stop you Sweetheart,” he kissed me again, squeezing my thigh.

I let out a squeak when he picked me up, “Want to know what else was in the bag?”

He paused in the archway of the kitchen, leaning me against the frame, “Hit me,”

“Strawberry flavored lube,”

Denny moaned, burying his face in my neck as he rocked his hips against mine while I laughed.

“You're going to be the death of me, Y/N,” he said.

“But what a way to go, huh?” I asked softly, as he continued the trek to our room.

We christened the bedroom… all… night… long.