Can you write a scenario with a lee who's fiesty and fights back? 😇
Okay, then, my fiesty little Lee. I'll play your game. You're been wandering around baiting me all day. Flashing your tickle spots, pulling faces at me. I know you think you're being subtle, but you may as well have a neon sign above your head that reads "tickle me." You're seeing how far you can push, aren't you? I'll let you keep going, it's cute watching you push my buttons like this.
"Erm, darling. Are you sure your phone should be that near your face? You're gonna give yourself a headache." I smile, gently, glancing over to you.
"No I'm not." You huff back, frowning. But there's that little sparkle in your eye. The corner of the mouth quivering as you fight a smile. "Sweetheart, come on, that's enough now. What have I done to deserve all this snapping?" I tease back, pretending to be offended.
"More like what you haven't done." You whisper back under your breath. "What's that?" Quirking my eyebrow, I hone in on you. You freeze. You can feel the tension ramping up. "Ah, nothing." You grin.
"No, no. You can tell me."
"Make me." Ohhhh darling, you're for it now. "Make you? I'll make you alright... I'll tickle it out of you!" The second I move, you're off running. Looks like someone wants the chase today.
I run off after you, teasing you as I do, about how I'm gonna tickle you until you tell me what you said, tickle you more for saying it in the first place. I tell you exactly which spots I'm gonna go for. I can see you getting flustered and blushy, see your legs starting to wobble as the ticklish nerves set in.
I finally catch you, wrestling you to the ground. Naturally, you fight back. Grabbing my wrists and pushing me, trying to twist out of my grip. "Ah, ah, ah, darling. Fighting will only make me tickle you more... or maybe that's the point. Maybe you'd like all the tickles I can give you, hmm? Maybe you'd like to be wrecked silly... After all, you've been asking for it all day, haven't you?"
"Yes you have, sweetheart, I know your little games." I grin, landing a tickle to your side and making you yelp. I launch an attack, tickling all over your upper body until you finally collapse in a little heap, me kneeling over you. I go to tickle your tummy and you flip over, laying on your front.
So I head down to sit on your calves and calmly take off your socks. "This is what happens to brats who are ticklish." I tease, spidering my nails up and down your soles, getting giggles immediately. "I'm not ticklish!" You retort. I laugh back, "Yeah, sounds like it, listen to all those sweet giggles!" I peel back your toes, my nails scribbling underneath them as you twist and writhe your upper body. "Ready to tell me what you were muttering about?"
"Tough talk for someone so ticklish." I shrug, continuing to torment your feet, teasing you about how they shake and wriggle in response to my touch, telling you how adorable your giggles are, how pretty those tickly toes are.
Then I flip around, laying across your back, my lips right next to your ear. "Are we gonna be good now?" I whisper, making you giggle and scrunch your neck into your shoulder before shaking your head. "Okay, on your head be it." I whisper again, sliding my long nails up your shirt, scribbling against your sides. The squirming instantly starts up again, as does the teasing, right into your ear... constant... maddening. You squeal, kicking your feet against the floor as my nails ascend up your ribs and slide into your armpits.
"Aww sweetheart, that's a lot of fighting for someone who wanted to be tickled so much before. Why don't you just lay there and take it, hmm? Since you've been asking all day!"
"No I haven't!" You squeak, thrashing even more as I tickle those pits. You manage to pull your arms down, flipping over and grabbing my hands. Noticing your shirt has rolled up from all the squirming, I swiftly lean down and blow a raspberry onto your tummy, making you let go of my hands to defend yourself. I grab your wrists and shove them under your knees. "I thought you liked being tickled?" I tease, winking at you. "I don't!"
I grin, dipping my hand into your pocket and grabbing your phone. "Hmm, I beg to differ. Let's see what your tumblr says, shall we?" Your blush deepens by about three shades. Here you are, laying between my legs, your hands pinned under my knees so you can't even hide your face, your shirt lifted up to your chest... while I read out all your lee mood posts in the most sickly sweet voice you have ever heard. Posts about how much you want to be tickled, about how much of a lee mood you're in, about all your tickle spots...
I put the phone down by my knee and smirk, "let's test some of these out, shall we?" as my fingers descend on your tummy, scribbling all over that sensitive skin. I tell you how pretty your helpless, exposed tummy looks twitching under the tickles, I remind you about how giggly you are, how squirmy you are, how adorable you are. Then a finger circles your bellybutton.
"Stop!" You squeak. I stop. Lift my hands up. Look at you. Instantly, I notice the ticklish smile falter. "Okay, we can stop darling." I smile. I see how conflicted you are. You want to keep bratting, but you don't want the tickles to really stop. I smile at you lovingly, and I see the mischievous sparkle fading as you begin to melt.
"You... you don't have to."
"You don't really want me to stop? Do you want some more tickles darling?" I soothe, reaching up to smooth some hair out of your face. You nod, smiling. There we are.
"There, that's my sweetheart! Being so good for me, hey!" I praise, and start to tickle again, more gently this time as you melt into the touch. I tickle you for a while. Tickle your tummy, your sides, your ribs, your hips, your neck, your ears. Praising you, reassuring you, lovingly teasing you the whole time.
"Okay, okay," You giggle, finally, "you win!" "Aww, are we all tickled out, now?" I ask, stopping and laying down beside you for a cuddle. You nod again, laying your head on my shoulder as I rub your shoulders.
"Wanna tell me what you said?" I smile. You giggle back a little, muttering, "I said it was something you weren't doing, in response to you asking what you'd done."
"Aww, is it because I wasn't tickling you? I know that's what you wanted, but I know you were having fun pressing the buttons." I soothe, hugging you tighter as you bury into my neck. "Should we go somewhere comfier than the floor?" I laugh, sitting up and sitting you up with me. "Yeah, probably an idea." You agree, standing up beside me.
"Wanna go watch the rest of that show? We'll probably be on a different episode by now! You put it back to where we were and I'll get some drinks and snacks. Deal?" I ask.
Within 5 minutes, we were tucked up on the sofa, drinks and snacks in hand, watching TV as if the great tickle war had never happened. You sigh contentedly, leaning back into me as I trace my thumb across your shoulder. Brat? Tamed. Lee? Tickled. Hotel? Trivago.
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