It had started as a simple argument, a silly one at that, that you can hardly remember now, made up of giggles and absurdity. When all of a sudden you said how nothing they could do would get you to agree.
“Nothing?” They had said in return, a hint of a smile tugging on the corners of their mouth.
You knew that tone of voice, you could feel your face reddening, however, being the stubborn one that you are, you replied ever so confidently, “Nothing, at all.”
“Ohhhh really?” They asked in a teasing voice. “Not even if I tickle you?” The question, although said in an innocent tone of voice, made your heart jump, you knew your face was incredibly red, and yet you kept up the confident facade.
That is until their fingers were wiggling ever so slowly at the sides of your tummy, a smile quickly forms on your face and your hands almost push theirs away, but you stop yourself. You shut your eyes, partially to try and ignore the sensation and partially so you wouldn’t have to see that silly smirk any longer.
Their fingers find their way up to your ribs, you start to giggle, your hands move to theirs. In an instant your hands are above your head, you struggle to try and move them but to no avail. “Ohhhh nooo, looks like someone’s trapped!” They coo at you. There’s that smirk again.
They lean down and kiss your tummy, you giggle at the sensation and the tickling that their hair is doing against your skin. “Awww, is someone ticklish? You know, if you agree with me I’ll stop.”
“Never!” You giggle back in reply.
“Okay then, you had your chance!” then their fingers are wiggling all over your tummy, swirling around your belly button, spidering up to your ribs. You switch between breathy giggles and squeaky laughter. “You’re just too cute!” The torturous fingers pause in their quest to reduce you to a puddle of giggles.
They let go of your arms, some part of you feels slightly disappointed, thinking that it’s over. However, you feel a weight on your legs, “I wonder if this will yield different results.” Through your socks you feel a finger slide up your sole, your toes wiggle and your foot scrunches up, your hand is over your mouth to try and stop your laughter.
“All you have to do is agree with me and I’ll stop!” Their voice reminds you, “If I were this ticklish, I would’ve agreed a long time ago.”
“No!” You squeal as they slide your socks off and the tickling starts to speed up.
“No? Hmm, it’s almost if you want me to tickle you! Well, tickle tickle tickle then!” Their teasing is making your face even more red.
You eventually end up agreeing with them, they tickle you for a little longer while smiling at you. “You really are adorable you know, especially when you’re flustered.” They make up for the tickling with cuddles, occasionally sneaking in a few pokes to your sides and tummy.
