Frumpy Umpy Umpkin

Soft Spot

"You're trying to make me answer your question by saying "tickle me" just so you can use it as an excuse to attack me but it won't work," he explained, eyes going wide as he realized his fatal mistake. Mollymauk and Fjord shared a devious look.

"I think it just did."

"No wait!" He tried to bolt from the bed, but Fjord hooked an arm around his waist and drug him back. He let out a giggly whine as he squirmed in his hold.

"Whoa, where do ya think you're goin' there partner?" he asked, intentionally making his southern drawl thicker, knowing how much it flusters his friend.

"Away from the two of you!" he snapped, hands shoving and feet scrambling to get away, but his movements were weak, even for Caleb. But he was putting on a decent show.

"Really? Doesn't look like you're getting very far," Molly mused, resting his elbow on Fjord's shoulder as he watched him struggle.

"Oh put a sock in it Tealeaf!" Molly gave a feral grin and his brows shot up in amusement, instantly making Caleb regret his words. He shook his head, leaning into Fjord and away from Molly.

"What a rude thing to say! I'm utterly shocked that someone in your position would be so bold," he teased. Caleb rolled his eyes.

"Oh please, like you haven't said worse just to make sure we'd get on with it," he snarked.

Molly's mouth hung slightly open, a pale lavender flush spreading over his cheeks, so Fjord took over.

"Oh, like what you're doin' now?" he asked, shooting Molly a wink in solidarity. Caleb sputtered incoherently, half baked excuses falling from his lips.

"Wha- no I- I had to make a point!" he argued.

"And look where that got you," Molly said smugly, getting his groove back. Caleb's mouth promptly snapped shut. All of a sudden, Fjord let go of his waist and instead hooked under his arms, spreading them to the side.

His eyes widened and he tried so hard to bring them back in for protection, but his entire midsection was left vulnerable. "Nehehein!"

"Wow, giggling already?" Molly asked, clicking his tongue and cocking his head to the side. "You're so in for it." He started slowly, raking his fingers from the top of his ribs, all the way down his sides. A quivering giggle slipped out as he clamped his mouth shut to prevent any more sounds from coming out. Once he traveled down to his sides, he tapped his fingers into the soft flesh almost impatiently. Caleb twisted from side to side, breathy puffs of laughter breaking through the closed mouth snickers and frustrated grunts. Molly quickly dove down to squeeze his hips, making him buck and bark out a startled laugh.

"Why ahahare you doing thihis to mehehe?" he asked, face scrunched adorably as he tried to fend off his giggles. Needless to say, he was doing a piss poor job of it.

"Because you're just so fun to tickle," he purred drawing a closing spiral on his belly. Caleb threw his head back and forth as his chuckles got louder the smaller the circles would get. He knew where the final destination would be, and he dreaded it.

"Mohoholly nohohot thehere!" he pleaded, arms flapping uselessly in Fjord's hold. Molly's hand was
just out of reach.

"Too late!"  he cheered as his finger finally wiggled into his bellybutton. A loud shriek filled the air followed by a stream of hysterical laughter and begging.

"I hit the jackpot, didn't I?" he taunted, forming both hands into claws and burying them into his tummy. What really made matters worse was the fact that Fjord's hands were right near his neck. He fluttered his fingers over the tops of his shoulders and the sides of his neck. He immediately erupted into high pitched giggles, scrunching his neck as much as he could while arching his back away from him. But that only made him lean into Molly's touch, drawing out a snort.