Lua

Compliment: God, you're so ticklish. The way you flinch at the slightest of touch because how sensitive you are, it's just perfect. Really, how could I not tickle you?"

Threat: Are you sure you want to be having that kind of attitude, when you're ticklish?

Fake pity: Awww, you're so ticklish. I found a good spot, didn't I? Just few more minutes. It tickles? I know, but you'll just have to take it.

Come get yall juice

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“You know, you asked for it.” I settled on your waist, then made my hands into little claws, wiggling my fingers for only a moment, just to see your drastic reaction. The blush and smile creeping on your face, the squeal, you try to buck me off your hips after yelping out, “Cuhut it out! I didn’t ask for anything!!”

I simply shrug, chuckling at you. “Debatable.”

I scrunch my nails on your tummy for just a second, laughing at the way it practically made you jump out of your skin. You smacked my hand, but didn’t do much else. “You’re not putting up much of a fight, from where I sit.”

“Maybe it’s because ‘where you’re sitting,” you said in a mocking tone, “is on me!” I laughed at that comment.

God, you were cute when you were like this. I knew how much it took out of you to directly ask for tickles, especially after a long day like this one, and knowing you were fed up as it was, I let you get away with pushing my buttons. This time, I’ll let you get away with poking the bear as a way to get your little tickle fix.

Dramatically rolling my eyes, I say, “Well, no matter. I would’ve thought you’d know better than to make fun of me, but it seems you need a refresher. I’m more than happy to oblige!” I gave you sporadic pokes across your sides, then your tummy, then your ribs, and back to your tummy. I didn’t stick to a spot long enough for you to do much about it, if you pushed my hand away, I’d just move to somewhere else.

The way you threw your head back and let yourself giggle after another minute or so made my heart melt. I smiled. We were past the point of pretending you were at all against this treatment, and it made me so happy when you felt comfortable enough to relax. I know you have to ease into it some days, and you feeling safe with me brought me so much joy.

“So, uh, are we still thinking I’m a nerd, or…?”

you could barely even get your response out past all those giggles, but you managed nonetheless. “Yehehes!”

“Oh, good! I was hoping I’d have an excuse to-“ I cut myself off, opting instead to squeeze your sides, making sure to really work the muscles there. It was one of your worse spots, and I’d say the shriek it got out of you was just about the cutest thing I’d ever heard. When you began to belly laugh, though, it made my heart stop for just a moment. that was the cutest thing I’d ever heard.

God, you didn’t laugh enough. I’d take in your insults a thousand times over if it meant I got to bring out this side of you more often. I expected you to start backing down at this point, as the lighter tickles tended to be what you leaned towards, (save for the quick reminder not to be a brat with me😉), but you just grabbed my wrists, holding them in a death grip, and continued to laugh. Not even an attempt to stop me?

I paused my hands, settling them on your sides. Tentatively, I asked, “you, uh, still thinking ‘nerd’ is an apt description?” You snuck a peak at me. You knew what I was asking.

Do you want me to keep going?

“Well, maybe ‘nerd’ isn’t the most accurate…” I smiled. That was always your way of telling me to slow down. Backing down juuuuuust a little. But then, with a mischievous twinkle in your eye, you added “massive fucking nerd is way more accurate. I mean, really, you don’t know how to be normal about-“

Before you finished your sentence, I began to claw at your ribs. Another death spot. A worse one, even. A shriek followed by laughter somehow cuter than the laughs before it bubbled out of your lips. You didn’t even grab my wrists, you just covered your face. You must’ve really needed this. I could barely believe you were provoking me more. And god, you looked so happy, so damn precious, I would tickle you to bits for eternity if it’d make you happy like this for forever.

You snorted, and I began to laugh with you. Settling down a bit to give you a breather, I began to lightly scribble my nails along your tummy, which brought you back down to light giggles. Awfully cute ones, might I add. You relaxed into them, which I found so, so sweet of you. You little lee. After another minute or so, I slowed to a stop, simply resting my hands on your tummy while you recovered. You finally moved your hands to peek at me, a smile still on your face.

That smile was everything to me. I was so lucky to see it. You looked a bit sad for a moment, though, and teared up a little bit. I know you had a bad day. I wished I could fix it completely. “Um…thank you.” You’d said quietly. My gaze softened, and I got up, rearranging myself to lay beside you and bringing you into a hug. You buried your face in my neck and held me tight.

We didn’t say much, but after a minute or so, I quietly said, “I love when you smile.” And I do. I really, truly, love when you smile. And I love being the reason for it.

🪶 Feather Star 🪶

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