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The Official Tickle Fight Thread II

Doing okay, I guess, thanks. *Seeing your reaction, a quizzical expression crosses my face, my head tilting to the side in query, slowing my advance (but still continuing to walk forward)* What's wrong? Something unsettling you? Want to sit down? *I ask, waving one hand in the direction of a seemingly ever-present couch.*
 
*I scan the area first, looking for any ways of escape, then slowly sits next to you* its been a rough day but i'm ok
 
*Sits next to you, a caring look* Aw, that stinks. But, at least it's over, right? Weekend to ... do whatever you want, correct? (Guessing you have the weekends off, of course) *Asking so, I scoot a little closer, laying a hand lightly on your shoulder, my nails just kissing its curve, making little motions.*
 
At least the end is in sight though, right? *I continue, looking straight into your eyes* Now, let's see if there's anything we can do to lighten your mood, hmm? *My fingers dance along your closest arm, seeing if that gets any reaction.*
 
*My shoulders shrug as a smile lifts each end of my lips up* I guess so. *Four fingers migrate down your arm, jumping onto your side, sliding lower, heading to the bottom of your shift.*
 
*That confused expression once again returns, my wiggling fingers pausing momentarily, before tentatively continuing to poke and prod , now on the soft, bare skin of your lower middle.* Hey? What's wrong, hmm?
 
Well... *my few wiggling fingers grow more involved, my other hand adding its wiggling fingers to your other side as I move in front of you* That's kind of the whole point of being on here... *my fingers dance up your sides, to tease against the bones of your rib cage, lifting your shirt along the way. My head quirks to the side once more, an impish grin on my face* Isn't it? 😉 Coochie coo, tickle bug!
 
*I squirm and jump more, giggling madly as your fingers are tickling my soft skin* HAHAHAHA CUT THAT TOUTT HAHAHA SADII QUIT
 
Cut it out? Sorry, but I think I left my pair of scissors at home. *Memories of stripped, shredded clothes come to mind. At your futile shouts, I only continue* Oh come on. You knoww you love this! *I smirk, my fingers dancing across your now bared midriff as you continue to remain obediently stationary.*
 
DAHAHAHAHHA COMEE ONN HAHAHAHAHA *squirms and jumps more, trying to squirm or run, but the tickling keeps me down*
 
All right. *Sits on your lap to try to help keep you down (but it doesn't seem like you need much encouragement to stay still), my fingers now trailing wiggling lines down your middle, my short nails skittering back and further as eight unsteady skates trail down your midsection, then uuup, and dooowwwwnnn once more, again and again, getting more comfortable in my new position.*
 
*bounces and leans foward, giggling madly and squirming as the nails make it much worse* HAHAHAHHAHA DON'TT DOO THATT
 
*Leans back a little, to be safe(er), but that impish grin only grows wider* Don't do whaa-att? *I coo, my fingers continuing their epileptic trek down your stomach, again and again.*
 
*Bewilderment soon colours my face* Noo? *Drawling out that single word, the ends of my lips curl up in a wicked smile, my fingers slowing their movements, but still lightly trailing down your stomach.* Oh, but you seem you're enjoying it SO much! I mean, would you be smiling that wide if you 'didn't' like it? Hmm? *I ask, my head quirking to the side once more. One hand still trailing down, the index finger of the other starts circling around your navel, getting smaller and smaller as the smooth tip of my short nail moves closer and closer to your little button.*
 
*my hands go quickly to grab you, hoping something to throw you off balance as your finger makes me jump and squirm more, giggling like mad
 
*Admittedly, I'm a little thrown-off as your hands suddenly dart out, trying to grab mine, accustomed to a complete doormat thus far, but as I'm still soundly sitting on your legs, I'm still safe. My hands darting around, evading yours, I still manage a quick flit, poke, or prod, just now having a bit more interest.* Finally deciding to 'wake up'? Is it because your bellybutton's tiii-cklissshh?? *I draw out the last word, a mischievous grin on my face as I wait to see your reaction.*
 
Psh. That's just desperate male 'lee saying 'PLEASE TICKLE MY BELLYBUTTON - NAOW!' So... *I grab a pair of cuffs I've slid into a corner of the couch, quickly cuffing your hands (which isn't difficult, on your part).* Now... *My left pointer finger starts trailing large circles around your belly button, each concentric circle getting smaller and smaller.* What. Am I. Going to do - with you? *I ask, with a mischievous smirk*
 
HAHAHAHAHAHAH PLEASE NO HAHHAHAHAHHA QUITT THATTT *i squirm and try to break free of the handcuffs*
 
:huh *With another shrug of my shoulders, that evil smirk returning* All right, if you insist... *My finger circles around the lip of your bellybutton, teasing the rim of your bellybutton, dipping in to scratch along the tops of the inside of your bellybutton every now and then.* Hehe. Coochie coochie coo!
 
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