Sanders & MacArthur After TDRR Chapter 1 "Morning, Princess"

It was 6 am in the morning as Sanders was happily sleeping on her bed. MacArthur, on the other hand, was awake and already out of bed. She went over to her partner to see her sleeping. MacArthur gently tickled Sanders' neck to wake her up, which caused the brunette to burst into gleeful giggles because of her really high ticklishness.

"Morning, princess!" MacArthur said.

Sanders glared at MacArthur.

"Stop calling me 'Princess'!" Sanders grunted.

"Looks like someone's a bit grouchy today!" MacArthur teased.

"Shut up!" Sanders said.

Sanders shoved MacArthur.

"Did you just shove me?" MacArthur asked.

"I did!" Sanders replied.

MacArthur looked at Sanders with an angry glare.

"Sanders, get up!" MacArthur ordered as she growled.

"Make me!" Sanders teased as she smiled with her eyes closed.

MacArthur looked down at Sanders and smirked. She gets onto the bed and sits on Sanders' calves, causing her to open her eyes and look at her partner in confusion.

"MacArthur, what are you doi-" Sanders tried to ask.

Feeling MacArthur tickling her, Sanders soon stopped and bursted out into laughter.

"St-stop! Tha-that tickles!" Sanders pleaded between her laughs.

MacArthur grinned and continued doing what she was doing: Tickling Sanders' feet, which happened to be one of her ticklish spots. MacArthur knew all of the spots that her partner was ticklish: Her feet, legs, hips, belly, sides, ribs, armpits, chest, flanks and neck. She also knew that Sanders' feet were one of her most ticklish areas, alongside her sides, hips and legs.

An hour later, Sanders stopped laughing and grabbed MacArthur, turning her over on her back with her on top of her. She put MacArthur's arms over her head so that way, she won't tickle her anymore. MacArthur widened her eyes as Sanders smirked.

"I told you to stop, didn't I?" Sanders asked with a raised mischievous eyebrow.

"Nonono! Please don't tickle me! I'm sorry!" MacArthur pleaded.

"Oh! You're gonna have to survive 90 seconds of being tickled to make me forgive you, MacArthur!" Sanders said.

MacArthur gulped as Sanders puts her hands on her partner's feet, which happened to be immensely ticklish.

"Oh no! Nononono! Not there!" MacArthur pleaded.

"Yes, here!" Sanders said, ignoring MacArthur's plea.

MacArthur bursted out into slurred laughter when Sanders started tickling her feet.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! PLEASE STOP! I CAN'T TAKE IT!" MacArthur said as she laughed slurry.

Sanders just laughed with MacArthur as she tickled her feet for 90 seconds. When time was up, Sanders stopped tickling MacArthur but massaged her feet to calm her down, which made her giggle a lot.