tickly spooning
Thinking about having a pretty lee be my little spoon and just cuddling them for a while, getting them all nice and relaxed while I stroke their hair and gently rub their shoulders.
Then I guide their hands together, just in front of their face, and take hold of them in the hand they're laying on. That's it, darling, let me hold those hands. It'll make what's coming easier.
The position makes it very easy to whisper right into their sensitive ears... is someone feeling ticklish? I'd ask. I'd wait for the blush to appear, for a nervous smile they'd try to hide. Then I'd ask the important question: would you like me to tickle you?
They may whine at this, or bite their lip. See, asking is flustering, but I need my good little Lee to be brave and use their words. That's it, a squeaky little "Yes" will do. So good for me.
I'd slide my nails up their shirt and trace patterns over that sensitive tummy, that quivers under my touch. So responsive for me, sweetheart, I'd whisper, tracing all around that vulnerable skin. Twitchy darling? Good, just how I like you.
My feather light tough would grow quicker, my fingers starting to spider over that adorable tummy, tickling every last inch. That's it, darling, you just squirm so cutely in my arms, I've got you. Maybe someone would like their bellybutton tickled? Hmm?
Let's test it, I'd say, scribbling over that pretty button as my lee giggles in my arms. Let it out darling, let me hear those pretty laughs. Such a tickly bellybutton. One finger would dip in, swirling around as the rest continue their spidery onslaught. Aww, does it tickle? It does? That's the point sweetheart, because you're so ticklish and so giggly for me!
My poor Lee would probably try and curl up here, bringing their thighs up to their chest to protect their poor tummy. I'd give those thighs some scribbles and squeezes, maybe spider over the knee until they kick out and I wrap my leg over theirs, pinning them. Uh oh, sweetheart, are we stuck? Yeah? Would be a shame not to take advantage of this ticklish, trapped pretty body, hey.
I'd have access now to a full side and a set of ribs. All for me to spider and squeeze and scribble against. I've got you darling, that's it. Such pretty squirming for me. Let all those squeals and giggles out, you know how I love to hear them. You're being so good for me, and so beautifully ticklish.
I'd be able to tickle that cute little hip, spidering my nails into that little ticklish hip pocket. Aww, darling, you are just trembling with ticklish energy aren't you. Twisting slightly to evade my touch, but not fighting hard enough to get away, you're right where you wanna be.
I'd even be able to spider up and slip a finger or two into that ticklish armpit. Those arms aren't held high enough to make them all taut and vulnerable, but they aren't fully protected, are they? I'd be able to sneak a scribbly nail or two in there and just tickle tickle tickle. Awww I know, it tickles so badly doesn't it? Especially when you're so close to being able to protect your poor ticklish pit but just can't quite manage. Tickle tickle, sweetheart... how blushy and squirmy can a pretty lee get, hmm?
I'd slow down now, sliding my tickly nails all the way back down that side and across to the tummy. Lightly tickling, letting those giggles calm down into shaky little breaths as they twitch in my arms. You did so good my darling. So sweet and ticklish for me. You're so pretty when you're all squirmy in my arms.
My lee would whine, all flustered, ans hide their face again as my tickly fingers turn into gentle rubs and my whispering teases turn into gentle affirmations of praise. I'd snuggle them into me, praising and reassuring, my hand gently rubbing away those ghost tickles. I'd let go of their wrists, going back to stroking their hair, and release their legs, curling up with them and snuggling them to sleep.
Desperately need this
