*A mocking, too-sweet smile's on my face* Oh, but we both are the top. And, if you want to be our tickwish widdle cutesy bee, all fine with us, cutesy. *I reiterate as that seems to bug you so. Giggling quietly under my breath, my fingers trail up your sides, strumming across and between your ribs, my fingers kneading the muscles to see if I can get a stronger reaction of you. Leaning over a bit already, I simply follow the motion, blowing over your middle, my tongue snaking out oh-so slow, dipping closer and closer to that little dibbit in your stomach, blowing every now and then as I get closer.*