The Twordish Bugnest

In the mood to be at the sea with my lee. Them shyly taking off their clothes so they're just in their bathing suit, glancing over and catching my eye just trailing across their tickle spots, a smirk on my lips.

Them asking me to apply their suncream, flushing a little as they know they're sealing their fate. My hands gently rubbing it into their skin, "accidentally" tracing my nails across sensitive spots so they jump and twitch. "Jumpy, aren't we darling... I wonder why that is?" I'd tease, smiling fondly at them as they start to squirm.

I'd lay with them, sunbathing. Telling them how pretty they looked, praising their confidence at letting the sun kiss their skin. I'd touch them, lightly tracing my fingers over them, a gesture most people would interpret as one of affection rather than a ticklish tease. I'd whisper praises in their ear as they fought off giggles, hold them closer when they become embarrassed.

We'd go and cool off in the sea. My fingers tickling them under the water where nobody else can see. Playful splashing and shoving broken up by sweet tickles, the mischievous sparkle in their eyes enhanced by the light of the sun and the reflections on the water.

We'd get out, and I'd dry them off, playfully scolding them for squirming so much as I tickle them over their towel. I'd brush the sand off their feet, holding them still to carefully scrape the sand out from between scrunched up toes. I'd tease them for how tickly they are. "I'm only trying to help you, darling. Let's get this sand off, listen to those giggles... so sensitive aren't we?"

If it was quiet, I'd maybe stretch them out on their beach towel. Playfully pin them and give them a proper tickle, hearing their laughter like music in the open air, with the sounds of the sea in the background. I'd reapply that suncream, and cuddle them some more. Warm skin. Damp hair. Peace.