Isaac cried out in surprise at the sudden rush of feeling and arousal slamming into him like a freight train, eyes comically wide as his knees buckled. Slumping against the wall, he gazed up at the approaching figure, pleading with his eyes as he let out a pitiful little whimper.
In retaliation she tickled him, at least until he squashed her into a hug. “Mmm, I know,” she said smugly.
A faint squeak passed his lips before he clamped them shut, wriggling away from her fingers, before he rolled his eyes fondly. “You do, do you?”
Just for that she tickled him again, refusing to be put off and climbing half over him to get to the best spots. “Surrender,” she panted at him, giggling helplessly.