And he knows that she knows he would. Her hold on him is indeed tight, and he may come tumbling after her, but it's a risk he's willing to take.


"Fwee!"


(...Which translates into "Three!")

He swings her toward the bed, simultaneously loosening his own hold on her, and as predicted, the momentum carries them both away. As she lands on her back, he collapses on top of her but breaks his fall by landing on his hands first. Hovering above her, he shakes free of his gag and immediately dips his shaggy head into the crook of her neck, nosing underneath her collar to nibble away at her bare skin.

"You wanna tickle me again, you're gonna hafta get rough with me."