Pan's Game || OUAT Fanfic || EDITED VERSION

Chapter 37; Note To Self, Don't Challenge Peter To Tickle Fights

"It's the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting."

~ Paulo Coelho, Alchemist

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Alice's P.O.V

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    I wake up to something poking me in the cheek.
    "Wake up."
    I turn my head to the left, smiling when I see Cassie. "Good morning, Cas. Are you feeling better?"
    He nods his head enthusiastically. "Much bwetter!"
    "Is Peter still sleeping?" I ask, rubbing my eyes. I pull the blanket up so that it reaches my shoulders.

    "Yup."
    "Do you wanna mess with him?" I ask, grinning.
    Cassie nods, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
    "We have to be very quiet, alright?"
    "Okay."
    I snuffle to the edge of the bed, slowly and carefully crawling towards the brunette, stopping every now and then to make sure that he doesn't wake up.

    I gesture for Cassie to do the same. I wait until the both of us are next to Peter then begin telling Cassie my plan.
    "On three, okay?" I say, my voice no louder than a whisper.
    Cassie places his little hands over his mouth, stifling a laugh. "Okay."
    "One..." I whisper. "Two... Three!"
    Cassie and I push Peter off the edge at the count of three.

    Peter falls off the bed, bringing the blacket along with him. He wakes up with a start. Cassie and I laugh out loud, clutching our sides. The sound of my laughter seems foreign to me after what I've been through. Peter gets up from the floor, anger evident on his face. The expression is quickly wiped off his face when he sees Cassie and I.
    He chuckles. "Oh, so you wanna play, don't you?"

    "Well, then," Peter says, smirking. "Let's play."
    He tackles the two of us and starts tickling me. I squeal, trying to get away from him, but Peter has other ideas. He crawls on top of me, straddling me. I squirm under him, laughing. The sound of Cassie's laughter tells me that he isn't spared from this punishment.

    Peter tickles Cassie with his right hand, saving his left hand, his dominant hand, for me.
    "S-Stop it, Peter! I c-c-can't b-breathe."
    "M-M-Me t-too," Cassie squeals.
    "Not until the both of you apologise," Peter replies.
    Cassie is the first to break. "S-sworry."

    Peter stops tickling Cassie, turning his attention to me.
    "Your turn, love," he says husky. His breath sending shivers down my spine.
    I shake my head. "No. I won't say it."
    He shakes his head and resumes tickling me. I shriek, jerking my body as he tickles my sides. "S-stop! Stop!"
    "Not until you say you're sorry."

    I shut my mouth, refusing to give in.
    "I can do this all day, love," Peter says in a sing-song voice.
    I try to fight his grip, but he's too strong. Peter pins my arms down under his legs. "Any time now..."

    "Say sworry!" Cassie squeals.

    I shake my head. Peter stops, giving me a mischievous look. I look at him, puzzled. What is he up to? I almost ask him but stop when his fingers brush across spot behind my knee. No.
    I grit my teeth. "Peter. Pan. Don't. You. Dare."
    He leans down. "Are you going to apologize?"
    "No."

    "Then, too bad." he replied, smirking as he tickles the spot behind my knees.
    I shriek, failing my arms wildly. It doesn't make much a difference as they're still pinned under Peter's legs.
    "A-Alright, alright, I-I'll s-s-say it!" I sutter.
    Peter stops tickling me, letting go of my arms. I remove my hands from under his thighs, refusing to say anything.