For @tickalish (615 words)
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"You know," I began, my lips forming the shit-eating grin they fit so well. "We always knew it would come to this. So- any last words?"
My fingertips creep under your shirt, just stopping at your ribs and resting right there as I wait for an answer. You feel yourself shiver along with my cold touch pressing against your sensitive torso, biting your lip to keep your laughter from bursting out loud immediately.
"Wait, wait, wait, hold on a second, please wait!" You beg as your eyes shut in anticipation, mouth quivering in sync with your body jerking to every small movement my hands make.
"Trust me- I've been waiting..." I reply impatiently. "Look at you. I haven't started and you're already squirming." My voice lowers in pitch as my head lowers with it, getting closer to your face before your eyes meet mine just shy of a foot away. That grin never leaves my expression.
"And now, I'm going to have my fun."
With that, my fingers jolt into your ribs like bolts of lightning striking earth, the aftermath of it being a facsimile of nature, shown through your thunderous, babbling giggles erupting so easily. With every vibration coursing into your upperbody and ricocheting off the walls of your nervous system, my hands frantically knead, moving all over your torso, just so that no tickle spot gets desensitized.
"Aww, what's the matter, Aly?" I taunt as my thumbs enter the ring, dropping my hands to your hips so they may dig in deep. "I thought this is what you wanted, babygirl, don't you like being tickled?"
"Stop!!!" You manage to reply through bouncy giggles, tears already beginning to stream down your face from how strained your face is as you laugh uncontrollably.
"Really? You don't like being tickled? Then why aren't you trying to get away?"
My words only manage to fill most of the room, but the sound bellows within your ears, somehow making you even more receptive to every single mini-earthquake my hands cause as they rumble throughout your whole torso, tickling any and all spots that make you howl like the adorable, helpless little tickle toy you are.
Before long, though, the assault lets up, and your breathing is shaky, but manageable. I wipe the tears from your cheeks and hold your face to look at me; my smile looks much gentler this time.
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt ya. You had fun, didn't you?" I speak, as calmly as I can to show you you're safe.
"...Yes..." You reply shyly, covering your face with your hands.
I immediately grab your hands and hold them above your head, causing you to gasp and whimper. "Did I say you could hide? Excuse me, hon, did I say you could hide from me? You know I'm always gonna find you! Now, who's a cute little lee? C'mon, who's the cutest little tickle toy?" I start laughing before I'm even done speaking, alternating between holding your arms up and giving you little pokes on your sides and ribs.
"Not me!" You shout in protest between the giggles that bubble up with each prod at your torso.
"If that's the case; even I'm impatient sometimes." I joke, my meaning made evident when I turn 180° and face towards your lower body before you even get a chance to reply.
"Are you gonna tell me who it is, or am I gonna have to make you?" I ask, looking at you with a smirk that you know demands an answer.
Your eyes open wide and I laugh maniacally at your begging building up speed rapidly as you watch me get situated.....
