[ And he does have the advantage of a really firm grip, though he’s careful not to crush her. But there’s the low rumbling of laughter in his chest that gets progressively more audible as she tackles him, forcing a bark of laughter out of him.
But he only tilts back a little—it would take a whole lot more to topple him, to be fair—but he does relent a little with his roving hands, and instead opts to lock his arms behind the small of her back, pressing her real close against so that she can probably feel the vestiges of his own laughter bubbling up his chest. ]
Heh, you—were you not going to take your revenge on me?
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But he only tilts back a little—it would take a whole lot more to topple him, to be fair—but he does relent a little with his roving hands, and instead opts to lock his arms behind the small of her back, pressing her real close against so that she can probably feel the vestiges of his own laughter bubbling up his chest. ]
Heh, you—were you not going to take your revenge on me?