The lighter touch was worst, harder and she could ignore it but gentle made her jerk against him. She smiled, stretching her hand down before smacking his ass.
"Stop tickling me," Cass said, though there was laughter in her voice and not displeasure. "You're doing it on purpose."
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Date: 2013-03-18 04:36 pm (UTC)"Stop tickling me," Cass said, though there was laughter in her voice and not displeasure. "You're doing it on purpose."