Tickle Torture
by Kathy P.



Slowly trailing his fingers up the slender, golden legs he caressed a path to his hips, purposefully ignoring the sensitive areas that were begging for attention.

Smiling at the moan he elicited from his lover he moved his hands up to rest on the firm stomach.

Looking up he grinned when he saw his lover's eyes open and look down at him. Awareness of just where his hands laid and what was about to happen flickered in his dark brown eyes.

"Elim," his lover breathed in warning, "Don't even think about..."

The words were cut off as the Cardassian moved to attack.

Brushing his fingers lightly over the sensitive golden skin he chuckled as his lover collapsed into gales of laughter.

"Ack, Elim, stop..." Was all Julian could say as he tried to twist away from the tickling fingers.

Still grinning, Elim stopped his attack and waited for the younger man to catch his breath.

"It's not fair," Julian said pouting at his smug lover. "Cardassians aren't ticklish!"

The End.

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