She picked up the feather duster and trailed it along Shadow’s skin just below his buttocks, and he made a smothered sound of laughter. “Shadow’s very ticklish,” she told Raven smugly. “I’ll be interested to see how ticklish you are in comparison. Maybe we will make a competition of it.”
Shadow was laughing hard, squirming beneath the duster, and his breath sobbed in unsteadily.
“F-k,” Raven’s eyes hooded.
“Raven likes watching you squirm, Shadow,” Vixen told him, amused. “Let’s see how he likes to experience it for himself.”
“Oh, no,” Raven protested as she approached with the duster and then gave a very unbecoming squeal as she tickled it along his skin. “F-k, no,” he laughed. “No, no.”
“Tickling?” She was laughing.
“I just don’t see the appeal,” Raven admitted. “I don’t hate it, I just don’t… understand it.”