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10.Jun.13, 08:55 AM
A startled yelp tore itself from R’nya before the bronzerider could control himself, his pale eyes wide from both the sound, as well as the sudden form of Rhaedalyn perching upon him. His hands quickly grabbed at her waist as the man toppled backwards from his seated position, landing heavily on his back with an ‘oof’ of forced exhalation. His light grip kept Rhaedalyn from face planting into his face and there was no chance to regain any form of dignity as the young woman made it quite apparent what her intention was, fingers digging swiftly into his sides.
The bronzerider’s jaw clamped, his still wide eyes hazing over with tears as he struggled weakly in an attempt to get away, unwilling to throw Rhaedalyn across the clearing in order to escape; instead his hands scrabbled similarly to the way Kahleena’s had just minutes before in an attempt to catch the offending digits of the young woman. Puffy little breaths expelled through his nose were slowly exchanged for breathy little giggles; a sound that R’nya would not even dignify by denying, come a later date. Tears were streaming down his face as Kahleena perched herself on his thighs, back to back with Rhaedalyn, and tickled him behind the knees after a sly prompt from Okalinath, who hinted she may or may not have gained the tidbit from Xyreith.
The dual attack didn’t take long to get the better of R’nya, though he kept his laughter refrained to the breathy little giggles, puffed out from between tightly pursed lips lest what little control he was managing to keep break away completely. Tears continued to flow freely, and R’nya gave a whimpering whine when Rhaedalyn’s fingers found a particularly sensitive spot along his side. “E-nn-ough!” The word was born on a true laugh, the sound warm and deep, and R’nya squirmed again as he pursed his lips once more, not at all surprised by the way the girls ignored the request.
Another whimpering not-quite-laugh was tickled free, and R’nya decided that playing dirty was obviously the only way he was going to get out of the situation without falling to pieces and laughing like the girls when they were giddy on too much sugar. Grey-blue eyes, bright with both tears and amusement, caught Rhaedalyn’s gaze the same time he finally managed to grab her, one hand holding her own, the other wrapped lightly around her wrist. He paused for a second, before flashing a devious little smile, the expression racing across his face like lightning, and R’nya twisted, bucking his hips and sending both girls toppling to the side. Rhaedalyn’s hands were released so the girl could catch herself.
By the time the two girls had picked themselves up, R’nya was seated primly back at their little picnic rug, a glass of juice in hand and a devious expression hidden behind his eyes. “Whatever are you doing all the way over there?” Blue eyes widened dramatically, and R’nya looked from where the girls had been – originally, before all the tickling – to where they had ended up, and back again, quite as if he had no idea what had happened. Perhaps if he pretended as if it had never happened, the girls would be taken aback enough to wonder themselves if they had not simply fallen asleep and dreamt the entire event. The bronzerider’s flushed cheeks and delighted expression would likely belie any such attempts – but dignity demanded it!
The bronzerider’s jaw clamped, his still wide eyes hazing over with tears as he struggled weakly in an attempt to get away, unwilling to throw Rhaedalyn across the clearing in order to escape; instead his hands scrabbled similarly to the way Kahleena’s had just minutes before in an attempt to catch the offending digits of the young woman. Puffy little breaths expelled through his nose were slowly exchanged for breathy little giggles; a sound that R’nya would not even dignify by denying, come a later date. Tears were streaming down his face as Kahleena perched herself on his thighs, back to back with Rhaedalyn, and tickled him behind the knees after a sly prompt from Okalinath, who hinted she may or may not have gained the tidbit from Xyreith.
The dual attack didn’t take long to get the better of R’nya, though he kept his laughter refrained to the breathy little giggles, puffed out from between tightly pursed lips lest what little control he was managing to keep break away completely. Tears continued to flow freely, and R’nya gave a whimpering whine when Rhaedalyn’s fingers found a particularly sensitive spot along his side. “E-nn-ough!” The word was born on a true laugh, the sound warm and deep, and R’nya squirmed again as he pursed his lips once more, not at all surprised by the way the girls ignored the request.
Another whimpering not-quite-laugh was tickled free, and R’nya decided that playing dirty was obviously the only way he was going to get out of the situation without falling to pieces and laughing like the girls when they were giddy on too much sugar. Grey-blue eyes, bright with both tears and amusement, caught Rhaedalyn’s gaze the same time he finally managed to grab her, one hand holding her own, the other wrapped lightly around her wrist. He paused for a second, before flashing a devious little smile, the expression racing across his face like lightning, and R’nya twisted, bucking his hips and sending both girls toppling to the side. Rhaedalyn’s hands were released so the girl could catch herself.
By the time the two girls had picked themselves up, R’nya was seated primly back at their little picnic rug, a glass of juice in hand and a devious expression hidden behind his eyes. “Whatever are you doing all the way over there?” Blue eyes widened dramatically, and R’nya looked from where the girls had been – originally, before all the tickling – to where they had ended up, and back again, quite as if he had no idea what had happened. Perhaps if he pretended as if it had never happened, the girls would be taken aback enough to wonder themselves if they had not simply fallen asleep and dreamt the entire event. The bronzerider’s flushed cheeks and delighted expression would likely belie any such attempts – but dignity demanded it!
