Gargalesthesia - The sensation caused by tickling.
"You wouldn't dare," he says in a half-threatening, half-incredulous whisper, even though he already knows the answer: yes, she would dare (he's pushed her far enough).
Skye lifts her eyebrows in challenge and grins. Then the next moment she attacks – she leaps from her place on the couch next to him and aims for his ear, the one place she knows is hopelessly ticklish.
He reacts as quickly as he can, going straight for her wrists to stop her – he fully plans to use his size and strength as advantage –, only she knows his moves way too well, and manages to evade him, her grabby hands still inches away from his poor ear.
But the best way to fight fire is with fire, right?
So he uses her own medicine against her – taking both of her wrists into one hand the best he can (she's struggling like crazy, so he knows he'll lose hold of her in seconds), he brings his other to her side, and starts tickling her mercilessly, while lowering his mouth to her neck and blowing a raspberry onto her skin.
"Sto-op!" she squeal, laughing as they roll around on the couch, she getting under him, their limbs tangled together. "Grant!"
"You started it," he points out, pinning her down and not ceasing tickling her for a moment. "Revenge is sweet, isn't it?"
"You are so going to pay for this!" she pants between bursts of laughter, then he seals her lips with his and they don't talk anymore.
