"You—you can't tickle me like that, Mika! No, stop, don't tickle me there! You know how ticklish you big sis is!"
"Ah—don't move faster—stop it, stop it, STOP IT!"
The words tumbled out of Astrid between gasps, squeals, and giggles that sounded nothing like the cold, composed commander she pretended to be.
Because right now, she was lying on her back on the office floor, all four limbs waving helplessly in the air like an actual fox showing its belly in submission.
And Mika was taking full advantage.
His fingers danced across her exposed midriff, finding every ticklish spot with unerring accuracy.
And in response, her giggles filled the room—high-pitched, uncontrollable, absolutely adorable.
All the resistance she had shown moments ago?
Gone.
All the protests about not wanting to do tricks?
Vanished.
All the stubborn pride she clung to so desperately?
Completely melted away.
