Tickle Attack

     “Amazing, isn’t it?” He says into the trees. He’s just as much in love with nature as Kay is, and it was his idea to take a walk for the day in the forest, complete with a picnic.

     “It is amazing.” Kay replies, smiling as she breaths in the cool air. She’s glad the forest is blocking out most of the summer heat, but still lets enough in to keep her warm. When her and Jiro left the house, she left her jacket behind, thinking it would be a bit too summer-y for it. Heck, she even wore a belly shirt and some of her “work out” shorts, thinking it’d be really warm out.

     Jiro, on the other hand, is wearing a loose brown t-shirt and a pair of jeans along with (man) flip-flops. He usually always wears a shirt, even when sleeping. Kay just now realizes this, and asks, “Jiro, how come you never go without a shirt? I mean, almost every other guy does.”

     “Because,” he says, “If I were to show off my awesome abs, you wouldn’t be the only girl clinging to me.” He smirks and walks ahead.

     They stop and eat their picnic that Kay made. All it consists of is peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, but the forest makes up for any blandness of the meal. As soon as they’re finished, Kay and Jiro pack up the stuff into a backpack Jiro carries, and continue their walk.

     A little later, they stop for a rest. As Jiro leans against a tree, Kay decides that she wants to climb a little. She reaches upwards, just barely reaching the closest branch. Just when her fingers curl around the tough bark on the branch, she feels a sudden, firm poke in her armpit. Her arms fly down to protect the area. “What was that for?” Kay asks through small giggles.

     Jiro merely shrugs and says, “I dunno. The opportunity was just there, I guess. And we’re resting not climbing.”

     “Well,” Kay says, walking to another tree, “I want to climb.”

An evil smirk appears on Jiro’s face as he says, “Well, I want to…” His voice trails off as Kay officially loses sight of him. She looks around frantically, but to no avail. Suddenly, she hears his voice behind her, finishing his sentence with, “tickle.”
And before she can react, she feels his quick, nimble fingers in her sides, taunting and teasing her sensitive skin. She squeals with laughter and innerly curses herself for wearing her belly shirt. Jiro smiles, as he knows what Kay’s thinking. “I’m so glad you wore that shirt today, babe,” He says, lightly pinching her on her sides just below her ribs, “I mean, you have such nice skin.” He smiles a little wider as he takes both of Kay’s hands in one of his and pins them up on the tree, above her head.

     Kay catches her breath from her giggle fits, but realizes what her boyfriend is doing. “No…” She whines.

     “Aw, but we can’t have you fighting back, now can we?” Jiro says as Kay feels invisible ropes snake around her wrists. Not too tight, not too loose.

     Kay scoffs and says, “Oh, but I can still fight, buddy boy.” She then tries to kick the boy in front of her, but can’t move her feet. “Perfected the justu?” She asks, seeming more interested in that then the upcoming torture.

     Jiro lets his hand down and says, “Yep. Now…” He walks his fingers up Kay’s arms, making her wiggle and try to resist the urge to laugh. “How am I gonna make you scream?”

     He now slowly drags his index finger up Kay’s arm from her armpit to her wrist. She groans slightly, but doesn’t laugh. Of course, it’s a whole lot worse since she can’t move. After a few minutes of that torture, Jiro’s finger starts scratching at Kay’s armpit.

     “You have something on your armpit.” He teases, alternating quick scratches with slow. Kay’s arm tries to jerk down and protect her, but the ropes prove her immobile. All she can do is try not to give in to the laughter.

     Jiro finally stops and says, “My, my, my… We have a strong one here. Oh well…” He changes his voice to a strong German accent. “Ve have vays of making you laugh!”

     Suddenly, his fingers move down to Kay’s poor exposed belly. His hands and swift fingers attack everywhere; poking, prodding, jiggling, everything he knows tickles Kay, he does. His attacks are so random and quick, Kay has no way of preparing herself. Soon enough, Key breaks. Her laughter comes through loud and strong, and Jiro smiled. “Told ya.” He says, keeping up the torture, “I knew I could get you to laugh sooner or later.”

     “JIIROOO!!” Kay squeals through her laughter. She thrashes around a bit, making her loose-ish shorts go down to just below her hips. Jiro sees the opportunity, and starts lightly stroking her around that sensitive area, sending Kay into an insane giggle fit.

     “Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Jiro says, making a small curlicue just above her left leg, “It’s very unladylike to be dressed like this, Kaytlyn.”

     “Then fix it!” Kay squeals, her voice laced with giggles. Jiro just ignores her words, and completely digs his fingers into her hips, sending her into screaming laughter. Her eyes are closed and slightly watering from her laughing so hard, so she doesn’t even notice one of Jiro’s hands go down to her foot. At least, not until his wildly scrabbling fingers make contact with her sole.

     She tries to kick away, but the ropes hold her feet in place. All she can do is laugh and pray that he is almost done.

     “Well, I think we’ve had enough for today.” Jiro finally says, just slowly dragging his finger from Kay’s heel to her toes so that her laughter dies down into a small giggle. His hand then trails up her leg, up her torso, kinda zigzags Kay’s arm, and stops where he had cast the justu in the first place. With a small kiss on the lips, he says, “No hard feelings?”

     As soon as the jutsu’s fully released, Kay zooms off until she’s a good 50 feet away from Jiro before saying, “We’ll see, Jiro. Now let’s go, the sun’s about to set!”