"Don't," she said."Don't," she said. "You're ticklish," he accused her quietly. "Please?" she asked. "Don't." He ignored her plea and ran his finger up her outer arm; she dissolved into a nearly silent moan of laughter that seemed to have no rise or fall. She squirmed away from him, closer to the wall. He wrapped a leg around hers and continued. She squealed as he found more ticklish spots; her back was, as was her belly. As he tickled one place, she would get used to it and the laughter would fade, slightly; Every time he found a new patch of fur to disturb her laughter returned. It was as if her entire body was ticklish under his fingers. "Kolya," she moaned quietly. Finally, he stopped and released her legs. She laughed a little more, then turned to face him in bed. "You enjoyed that!" she said with a mock snarl. He didn't take it as mock. "Did I hurt you?" he asked quickly. "No, silly," she said, giving him a quick kiss. "I... I liked it, but I don't like being tickled. I liked it because you did it." "Then you don't like it and I should apologize," he said. |