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 rubbed on Sanders' neck to wake her up, which caused the brunette to giggle and snort because of the neck rub tickled.

"Morning, princess!" MacArthur said.

Sanders glared at MacArthur.

"Don't call 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 a glare.

"Sanders, get up!" MacArthur 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' legs, causing her to open her eyes.

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

Sanders soon stopped and busted out into laughter.

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

MacArthur grinned and continued doing what she was doing: Tickling Sanders' rib cage, which happened to be one of Sanders' ticklish spots. An hour later, Sanders stopped laughing and grabbed MacArthur, turning her over on her back with her on top of her. She sat on MacArthur's arms to keep them over her hand 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 chest, which happened to be ultra ticklish.

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

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

MacArthur busted out laughing when Sanders started tickling her chest.

"No! Please stop! I can't take it!" MacArthur said as she laughed.

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