You and Dutch had gotten into a very serious argument. He wouldn’t give you a hug and now you were pissed.

You were sulking while smoking a cigarette at the edge of camp. You practically screamed into the night as Dutchs hands encased your sides and started tickling you.

“Can’t escape me, darlin’,” Dutch grinned ear from ear as he continued to tickle you. No one else was awake in camp to see you practically choking on your laughter. It felt too much as he just attacked you with tickles.