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Post by Patch on Jul 21, 2014 8:03:00 GMT
"Does it matter if you're enjoying it?" Patch grinned himself as he continued tickling, putting just a little more pressure behind the motion. He wasn't sure if he could actually ever get to the point where he would have Angel begging for him to stop as he tickled her into submission; but he wasn't sure he actually wanted that to occur, in any case. She seemed to actually be liking the sensation a lot, so the dalmatian was only too happy to keep it up so that she could continue to enjoy it. His paws traced to the sides of her chest, his blunt nails gently carressing the fabric of her shirt as they rubbed at the flesh beneath in just such a way.
And he wanted to keep her laughing. Her laughter was amazing.
Of course, there was always the chance she wouldn't just sit there and simply take this; and he was making it very easy for her to retaliate at present, with his own chest and belly wide open as he lay at her feet. If Angel so desired, this could very easily turn into a regular full-on tickle war, and if it did, he was clearly in the worst of the two positions. The fact that the teacher could only disapprove of them turning her serious fighting class into fun and games had slipped Patch's mind entirely by this point; the only thing on his mind at present was to keep on playing around with Angel. Even if they did get scolded for it later... it was worth it, Patch figured.
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Post by Angel on Jul 27, 2014 20:50:28 GMT
"It's still cheating!" Angel laughed. She didn't even really have a defense for it, either, so all Angel could really do was accept that Patch was tickling her. As he continued, Angel's laughter grew breathier and she had to try and find her balance again. She was starting to lean more toward the left in an attempt to get away from the tickling, but at the same time her balance needed to be maintained. It wasn't working out, though. Whether Angel liked it or not, she was going to fall over and make it all the more easy for Patch to take advantage of her position. He could easily keep tickling her if she was on her side. That being said, it wasn't much longer until the golden-furred lass did just that. She lost her balance and landed with a soft thud on her side.
In spite of that much, Angel didn't voice any pain. She just kept laughing and kind of curled in on herself in a vain effort to shield herself. It was no more than an attempt, though, because Patch still could get at her from just about any angle. A curse on the fact that she was so ticklish. No one else had ever been able to figure that much out. That much was true only because Angel hadn't let anyone get close enough to figure that out before, but still... Patch had managed to figure it out. She shifted her position again after a few moments more and tried to let herself catch her breath.
Whether or not Patch allowed her that chance for too long had yet to be seen.
"You got your... Your own stile... Don't you?" she asked teasingly. There was still a light giggle in her voice, but mostly all that was coming out was a few breaths between her words. Patch seemed to have won again. Normally Angel wouldn't have let that happen, but this was different. Not even she was unbeatable.
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Post by Patch on Jul 27, 2014 21:23:17 GMT
"If it's any consolation, I'd be just as ticklish." Patch grinned widely as he rolled over onto his stomach and pushed back to his feet. Apparently, Angel had been too ticklish to take the chance presented to her by the way he'd been lying, and Patch's tail wagged even more vigorously as he realised he now had the upper hand. He was the one standing, and Angel was the one lying at his feet... and while in any other circumstances, Patch wouldn't have pressed an attack on a defenseless opponent, this time the opportunity was just too good to waste.
As soon as Angel had had a moment to catch her breath, the dal was all over her again, slipping his forepaws in beneath her front legs and running his blunt claws over what he was starting to deduce had to be her more sensitive spots, grinning all the while. In this kind of match, Patch had no intention at all of showing mercy; though he carefully avoided catching her tie beneath his paws, the spotty dog didn't let up his 'assault' at all. If anything, he began to press just a little more forcefully; nowhere near enough to hurt, but enough that Angel would feel the tickling sensation all the more acutely.
Her laughter only spurred him on. The gentle resonance of it through his ears was almost intoxicating; Patch felt light-headed, as though he just couldn't get enough of the delightful sound. He wanted to hear it more, and more, and more- and so he kept on tickling, a completely goofy grin stretched across his maw as he did. He must have looked quite stupid, grinning like an idiot as he tickled Angel into submission, but Patch either didn't realise or didn't care. Her laughter was the sweetest music he could imagine, and he was basking in it; even as he leant a little closer, until he was almost right on top of her.
How much more could she even take? Patch wasn't sure, but even in his current state he knew that Angel had to have some kind of limit. How long it took for him to reach that, however, was quite another matter entirely; and until then, he was going to take full advantage of having her at his mercy to press the tickle attack.
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