"I wouldn't try that if I were you, " Blair said with quiet, but menacing force.  He didn't turn around from the sink.  He was just finishing the dinner dishes.

"Try what?"  Jim asked innocently.  Too innocently.

"You've got that 'must tickle Blair look on your face.'"

"How would you know what look I have on my face?" Jim tried to blank his expression.

"You were sneaking up on me.  You never 'sneak' without that expression.
If you were just moving up quietly behind someone your face would be perfectly normal.  You only 'sneak' when you intend to tickle."

Jim seemed to deflate.  Just when had Blair learned all of this?

"You forget, James.  I'm a trained observer."  Blair had finished the last dish, drained the sink and washed it out.  He turned to Jim as he dried his hands.

"And a mind reader?"

"Yours is an open book."

Jim pretended to be offended.  He folded his arms across his chest.  He pouted.

"Now that's your 'kiss me and make it up to me so I can get a second chance to tickle' look."

Jim threw up his hands and stormed up to the bedroom.  He threw himself on the bed.

Blair tackled him.  And tickled the sensitive Sentinel unmercifully.

"I surrender!"  Jim gasped.

"Oh, what to do with my prize..." Blair mused.

Jim looked up into blue eyes and smiled.

"You could try unwrapping it."

September 14, 2001