" She shrugged and said, "I know." She shrugged and said, "I know. But I think I can trust you." I kissed her throat and said, "Doesn't mean you love me." She shrugged again and said, "I still love you." I laughed and kissed her jaw. She took my head in her hands and began to pepper my cheek with kisses. It tickled. I laughed and slid my hand under her shirt. Her human half was warm and smooth as I caressed her belly, then slowly moved my fingers over to her side and tickled her. I got very little response. She looked at me and said "I'm not ticklish." "I bet I could find a place on you that is ticklish." "I don't think you will," she said in a sing-song. |