I like long walks on the beach

There was that wonderful laughter and smile Romulus had been missing! Grinning like a fool, the silver-furred young man mercilessly tickled Lillith until she was squirming and squealing his name, trying to get away from him. Roman held onto her so she couldn't escape him, giving her no quarter to try and break free from his hold. As she squirmed, she began to tug his body closer and closer while he struggled to hold onto her until they were almost entwined on the beach. The feel of her body wriggling in his grasp and her soft fur brushing wildly back and forth through his own coat left delightful tingles all over him, but Romulus was far too focused on tickling Lil into submission to stop and notice.

"Never!" he retorted when she demanded he stop, her words only making him redouble his efforts to tickle her all over. Then the tides shifted, and he felt Lillith's smaller paws against his bare stomach. There was a brief moment of pause as his brain comprehended the danger he was in, and then delicate claws began to dance over his skin, making his muscles tense and flex as she tickled him in return. Roman gasped and wheezed as deep laughter was forced from him, now squirming and kicking hind legs against the sand as both young wolves were locked in a war of attrition of tickles.

Roman tried to resist for as long as possible, but his reactions to Lillith's teasing paws was much more physical with the brute kicking and squirming on the sand with her in his arms. Finally he had to relent, rolling with Lillith in his grasp so the smaller girl's weight was atop of him and he threw his paws up in surrender, still giggling as she tickled him until she realized she had won for a second time. "O-okay! Okay! You got me! I give!" he said between fits of laughter, grinning widely up at the silver and snow fae on top of him with shimmering steel eyes.

"Speech"