Freya's hand lingered on the scar, even as his hand dropped away. It felt like permission to touch the raised skin and despite the looming tickle threats she was fascinated. Her throat constricted and when she looked up at him she noticed that his hands had moved for his side.
"Nope!" She tried to wiggle away, pressing her hand against his chest and squirming. She didn't know if it was habit or fun but she didn't use her full strength but the strength that any girl her size might have had.
"You chose poorly." Her sides, thank heaven's weren't ticklish.
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Date: 2016-12-30 03:47 pm (UTC)"Nope!" She tried to wiggle away, pressing her hand against his chest and squirming. She didn't know if it was habit or fun but she didn't use her full strength but the strength that any girl her size might have had.
"You chose poorly." Her sides, thank heaven's weren't ticklish.