Ticklish
Author: Aki
Focus: Morphia/Thuban
Rating: PG
"Aaaaaaand got you!" Morphia whispered in Thuban's ear as she squeezed his sides, causing him to erupt in laughter. He was ridiculously ticklish, a trait which Morphia enjoyed taking advantage of. She continued to torment him, tickling him until his giggles had gasps for air in between them and the muscles in his legs had caused him to melt to the ground.
"S-s-stop!" He writhed around, almost in tears from the laughter.
"You don't get anything if you don't know the magic word!" She giggled with him, showing no mercy in her attacks.
"Puh-please?" He sobbed.
Finally, she stopped, giggling at him. "You're such a ticklish person!"
He made a choked noise of misery, still trying to catch his breath. "Why can't you'd be? It'd be even, then."
"Because," She said, flicking his nose, "I'm simply not." With that, she stood up and slipped out of the room.
Thuban was a man on a mission. The mission: to find out if Morphia truly was not ticklish, mostly for purposes of revenge. He tried not of be too obvious about it, though it wasn't exactly normal for him to go up and grab her by her armpits, or lightly scratch her neck, or try the same with the insides of her elbows. Still, the Polaris Princess was not known for being oblivious. She was pretty sharp, and it shouldn't have taken her long to figure out what her friend was doing. Or maybe she had, but she had decided to tolerate it for his sake.
On the other hand, Thuban's patience was running out, and he started to think that she really wasn't ticklish in any way. He had tried every place he believed could be ticklish and had had no luck whatsoever. But there had been one place he thought of that he had never tried. The Princess always wore dresses that, at the very least, went down to the middle of her calf, and no higher. As such, the Prince had never tried one spot that he had thought of: the backs of her knees.
However, lifting up the skirt of a Princess was neither smart nor appropriate. He had to find some way to test this last place, and came up with an elaborate and impractical plan. The Prince would get Polaris to fall asleep in the library by giving her some warm milk, he would hitch up a machine that would raise the skirt enough so that he could get to the backs of her knees without her suspecting he was trying to get a peak at the royal panties. (Though this machine was likely to just be his arm, Thuban enjoyed imagining strange things like that.)
He got Morphia asleep in the library without a hitch, though he was shocked she could sleep through him hitting his forehead on the desk as he crawled underneath it. Carefully, he pulled up her skirt past her knees and delicately tickled underneath them.
First, she snorted loudly. He cringed, then continued and soon, she was awake, laughing, falling out of her chair, and trying to kill him for looking up her skirt, though that wasn't his motive. He yelled that she had lied about not being ticklish and she got him into a headlock, though she quickly fell asleep again.
At least Thuban was victorious. Or at least, he supposed he was.
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