[Kenly]

Grinning and looking up at him, she wiggled her eyebrows.
"Is that so?"

[Fey]

"Yep, you call us pretty we'll throw a tantrum and go get our hair done," grinning he played his fingers over her palms. "But I guess I'll let it slide this time, after all I'd hate to tax your aged," he ran his eyes over her with an appreciative glint. "And obviously frailer body."

[Kenly]

Snickering, she wiggled beneath him.
"Keep that up, and I won't wait to show you just how aged and frail this body is."

[Fey]

"Keep what up? Defending my honour as a boy-toy? Never fair madam," leaning in he gave her a nipping kiss before sliding his hands down her arms. "Now...this does raise another good question," passing over her shoulders he inched his fingers down her ribcage. "Could you by any chance be..." he flexed his fingers and wiggled his brows. "Ticklish?"

[Kenly]

Squealing, she tried to curl up, but was unable to with his weight upon her.
"No fair! No fair!"
Wiggling madly, she was trapped and had to endure, trying her hardest not to laugh.

[Fey]

"Oh ho ho ho, if I were truly evil I'd give no quarter and make you cry uncle," he lightly tickled her ribs. "But I'll be magnanimous since I'm a fair, and generous boy-toy...but first you have to ask me nicely."

[Kenly]

Leaning up she kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Pulling away, she let her eyes meet his, a slight pull of power to be felt from the action, but nothing threatening.
"Please don't tickle me unless you plan on making a thorough apology for it."
Grinning, she released her hold on him and allowed herself to fall back to the bed, her hair creating a halo of ringlets as she did so.

[Fey]

Giving a haughty look Tal went to work smoothing out her curls, "I apologize for nothing...after all I was being very gentlemanly in not making you squeal with laughter before I relented, I think." He was enjoying just playing with her, her sense of humor was very akin to his.

[Kenly]

Smiling, she pressed against his hand.
"I was more thinking of in the future and apologies."
Winking, she brought one leg up to wrap around his, using him as an anchor as she re-adjusted herself beneath his weight. Leaning up had ruined her comfortable position and she had to fix that.

[Fey]

"So, in the future, when I decide to wield my manly powers of tickling I shall think, rather seriously, about apologizing. Later. After I've extracted whatever promise, forfeits or secrets I need." Moving to lay beside her he tucked her close, his palm laying warm over her stomach.

[Kenly]

Wiggling closer, she took his hand and placed it under her shirt on her bare skin.
"I'll remember that. And then I'll flip the situation and be on top, once again."
Turning to look at him, she smiled demurely.

[Fey]

Lifting a brow Tal gave her a look, "You'll be outta luck, I'm not ticklish, and even if I were I sure as heck wouldn't admit it to someone." A sudden weight joined them on the bed and the cat came up to stare at Kenly before flopping down beside her head. "Ah, his majesty has returned, the food must be vanquished."

[Kenly]

Giggling, she reached up and petted Biscuit on the head, smiling widely as his baritone purr started, her fangs catching the light as she did so.
"I didn't say anything about tickling."

[Fey]

"Now now, using unearthly, magikal things against a mere human is just bad form," he stretched a hand over her to scratch at the contented cat's chin. "Besides, I've no recourse but to start eating a lot of garlic and taking up gothic-y religions then."

[Kenly]

Grinning at him, she wrinkled her nose.
"Actually, I like garlic. That's a myth. Though, if you start eating lots of it, I might not ever kiss you again."
Scritching the cat's side, she couldn't help but smile at the simple animal.

[Fey]

"I actually eat a fair deal of it...it keeps away mosquitoes and with my fair skin I'm fair game. But I promise to always have a breath mint around, should I want to do," he leaned over and kissed her quickly. "That."