Yes, I still love Dib/Lard Nar. Adore it, in fact.
Also, side note, I do NOT have a tickling fetish. ; Actually, it makes me feel awkward. But I had the serious need to write crappy DaLNr fluff instead of my essay.
They're on a planet they just freed or saved from an invader, waiting to get picked up again in a taller mountain or something idk. xD
Ticklish
We had gotten the blood to stop coming out, but it still needed to be wrapped, as he worried it would start again. Granted, the technology on the ship would have been a lot better, but it wouldn't be here until sunrise and we needed something now.
The Captain's foot, or the ending of his legs, (Don't really know if that constitutes as a 'foot' or not…) was rather skinny and tapered near the ends, causing the make-shift bandages to slip. I set his 'heel' in my lap as I sat crossed legged and thought. He kept staring at it as I worked, in vain, to get it to stay.
"This would have been easier if it were on your thigh." I mumble more to myself, than to him.
"I'm not quite sure how to reply to that."
I look up at him and our eyes meet. I chuckle and shake my head, looking back down to attempt a bow rather than tucking it.
As I wrapped the cloth around the bottom of his foot, my fingers lightly brushed his skin.
He let out an odd squeak and I jumped a bit, quickly pulling my hand away from his foot, hoping I hadn't hurt him. When I looked up at him, his leg still resting in my lap, he looked down. "Did that hurt?" I asked, concerned.
He looked almost embarrassed and shifted other leg awkwardly outward. "N-no." His horns were pressed against his head. "Just don't- don't touch there…"
It took me a second before I understood. "You're ticklish!" I sit up straight and can't help but laugh.
"NO! I… I don't even know what that means! It's just… It has a lot of sensitive nerve endings and- EEK! I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH THERE."
Not being able to help myself, I ran my fingers down the base of his foot. He pulled it out of my lap and closer to him, barring his teeth. It was… cute. He obviously wasn't going to actually bite me and armed with that knowledge, I lean forward and do it again. This time, however, he grabbed my shirt pulled me towards him. As he fell onto his back, with me coming towards him, he opened his mouth.
I saw my life flash before my eyes in that split second.
Ok, maybe that's an exaggeration, but it did scare me. Instead of biting me though, he brought our foreheads together and wrapped his thighs around my waist. "DON'T." He growled.
Knowing the danger was gone again, I chuckled and rest my arms around his head. I briefly wonder if falling back on the rocky ground had hurt his head, but he just stares up at me seriously.
"Alright, I'll stay away from your feet." He shifts underneath me. "But I wonder where else you're ticklish…"
His small eyes go wide and as I start to 'attack' sides he wriggles beneath me, making squeaks and muffled laughter. Cute. He's so... cute.
"Noooo! Think of my foot! You're hurting my FOOT! OH BLOODY VORT DIB, STOP." He was laughing, but obviously getting angry.
I grin, though stopping before it gets out of hand. "That had nothing to do with your foot, it's still behind me."
Finally catching his breath, he glares up at me, "I'm going to get you back for this."
"Tch," I sit up straight, placing both my hands on either of his thighs and stare down at him as haughtily as I can. "Too bad I'm not ticklish, huh?"
"Oh," He lays completely on the ground and I can feel muscles moving beneath my fingers. "I can think of something."
