One cool, clear day Sheik, Pikachu and I were resting atop a hill by the beautiful autumn woods. He gave another squeal of delight as I continued to scratch him on his favorite spot—just behind his right ear.
"My, he really likes it when you do that," Sheik smiled.
I chuckled. "You know, I think he was starting to get a bit jealous, what with you and I spending so much time together. But you're cool with Sheik too, aren't you, little buddy?"
"Chu!" Pikachu jumped onto her shoulder, nuzzling his cheek against hers affectionately.
"Hey, that tickles!" she giggled.
"Really? I never thought you to be the ticklish type," I said.
"And what about you?"
"I'm not ticklish."
"Is that so?"
I scoffed. "Not even a little." And like that she was determined to find where I was ticklish. She tried my stomach, ribs, even under my chin, yet she got nothing out of me.
But just then I felt something scratching at my nape and my hand quickly flew over my mouth in an attempt to muffle myself.
It was Pikachu using his tail, revealing my weak spot!
"N-no! Not th-there!" I laughed uncontrollably, a snort escaping me. How embarrassing! Sheik had joined in as well, mercilessly tickling me. I tickled her right back, and suddenly we were rolling down the hill in one another's arms, carrying our peals of laughter with us. She landed on top of me, and we both blushed.
Pikachu happily squeezed himself between us, nuzzling our cheeks.
