Ack. *twists away from finger, smothering giggles* I really think you are you know, more so than I could possibly be anyway *reaches down to squeeze his lower ribs*
*twitches, but stifles any laughter* Is that so? Are you sure its not the other way around? *reaches out with both hands, scritching under both of Dov's arms in quick little motions*
*fights to keep arms from clamping back down to sides, but twists trying to dislodge the fingers* P-Positive, couldn't be th-thehehe other way around *Skitters fingers across his belly, in spider-like movements*
No? I dohohon't believe yohohohohou.... *tries to suck in my stomach away from her fingers, cursing the fact that she's behind the couch, stretches out to claw her sides, gently pinching down her ribs*
*jerks and twists away from fingers* Gaha. Cuhuhut thahahat ouhohout *uses to back of the couch as a shield, pulling right hand back to bat at his hands whilst worming left hand under his shirt to claw at belly*
Ack! Ahaha, why shohould I? *squirms to my left, trying to bat her hand out from under my shirt. My left hand reaches up and lightly tickles her neck, looking for what opportunities I can*
*shakes head and scrunches shoulders but stifles giggles* Because I said so *uses respite to reach other hand down to wriggle under his arm, left hand finding his navel and dipping a nail into it*
That's not a goohohoohohohod reason hehehe! *unable to find an opening, clamps my arms down and rolls off the couch onto the floor, rubbing away the lingering tickles*
Like I said, Dov. Take away any protection, and I'd say you're the one at a disadvantage. Care to step away from the couch and find out? *Takes a step to one side, offering a way around the couch, keeping an eye on her*
Oh don't you worry, My curiosity is fine, in fact I'm curious as to whether those feet of yours are as ticklish as the rest of you *steps back from couch, keeping out of reach*
You're more than welcome to make the attempt... *hops over the couch, now facing Dov, just out of arms reach* I'm curious myself... I wonder if I managed to wriggle a hand under your shirt, would I get a good reaction?
Oh, then I guess you won't mind, then? *darts forward, managing to get my hands under your shirt, skittering over your waist and lower belly, stroking the soft skin with my fingertips*