"Oh, God, I thought you might say that," he admitted, biting into his lower lip to stop himself from laughing, equally stubborn apparently. It was a strange mix, everything tickling and tingling and making him want to laugh and moan at the same time. Such conflicting feelings.
"No, I won't-" he insisted, although he seemed dangerously close to giggling despite his words.
When she abandoned his wrists, he let her away with it for a good few seconds, and then she reached behind her and he did actually laugh, wriggling a little beneath her as she apparently won.
"Damn you, Knightly!" he laughed properly, not holding it back anymore, but lifting his hands and tickling her back, fingers moving across her stomach.