Private's POV
I was running around the HQ nonstop. There was no way in a million years I was letting my leader tickle me.
"Oh come on Private!" He whined.
I ran into the lab and shut the door. Whew! That was a close one! I refuse to get tickled... I was so caught up in my thoughts I didn't hear the lab door open. I yelped as I was pinned to the ground.
"Damn it." I muttered under my breath.
Skipper unpinned me, what the hell?
Skipper's POV
I grab his foot and tickle it.
Private giggled uncontrollably, "OH GOD, PLEASE STOP!"
I tickle his stomach.
"OH PLEASE STOP!" Private squealed, jerking away from me.
I roll my eyes. I spot a rope on the table and a smirk forms on my beak. I grab it while Private is staring at me confused. I pin him to the ground again and tie his flippers together with the rope. I tickled where his flippers used to be. (In our time, is arm pits. But in this case, it's just usually under the flippers.)
"EE! Stop Skippa!" Private squealed.
I then tickled his sides.
"AHH! STOP PLEASE!" He squealed louder, trying to roll away from me from me, but his flippers were tied up so he couldn't.
I lightly tickle his neck.
"No, no no! Not there!" He squealed, in a squeaky voice.
I smirk, tickling his stomach.
"No no! Please stop!" Private shrieked.
More squeals were let out as I tickled his neck again.
"Please stop Skippa!" He giggled.
I pull my flippers away, with a small smirk plastered on my beak. Private took a deep breath. I leant down and lightly brushed my beak against his neck. *brushing lightly proves to be ticklish xD*
"Not that Skippa!" Private squealed.
I lightly moved my beak down to Private's stomach, causing him to squeal louder.
"No no! Please s-" I cut Private off by tickling his sides.
He squealed then burst out laughing.
Private's POV
I laughed wildly as Skipper tickled my sides harder. *** Finally he stopped tickling me. I'm relaxing on the couch, thankful that Skipper was not tickling me.
"Private…" A voice cooed, bring me back into reality.
I opened my eyes. Skipper was standing on the couch with a smug smile. Oh crap. He was holding a feather.
"Please Skippa, no!" I shrieked.
I immediately began to get off the couch, Skipper noticed this and he pins me against the couch. In seconds, he's tickling me with the feather.
"Skippa, please stop!" I beg, squealing.
After a while, he stops and throws the feather away. I relax as he holds me in his flippers. I close my eyes.
Skipper's POV
*** I sigh, bored. I lightly tickle Private's sides. *Skipper do you ever stop tickling? xD* Private opens his eyes, squealing.
"Stop Skippa!" He giggles, trying to get away.
Skipper took out the rope from last time.
"Please no…" Private whined.
I smirk and tie his flippers together with the rope.
Private's POV
I sighed. Does he really have to tie up my flippers? So he can tickle me? Ugh… Skipper sat on top of me. Ugh! Does he have to sit on my stomach? He lightly brushed his flipper against my neck.
"Tha! Skippa!" I squealed.
He finally got off me but leant forward and kissed my neck, causing me to giggle a little. I squealed as I felt him tickle my sides.
"Skippa, please stop!" I beg, laughing.
Does Skipper ever stop? The world may never know!
Kowalski: But he-
Me: I said the world may never know!