A feather that trails all over your bare torso, looking for a spot that evokes a flinch or a ticklish shudder, only to stop there and twirl over the sensitive skin devilishly.
Your ler slowly getting closer to that one spot you both know will break your self-control, drawing out the anticipation as the tickles grow with each inch they move closer to it.
As you kiss and tickle slowly up their bare body from underneath the covers, you feel your lee's legs wrap around your body, pulling you tighter to her as she writhes from your ministrations.