Poke her

No not with that. Geez. Pervert.

Nah, rather you recall back to your days of being her bestie that she has one (Well, several actually, but one sounds more poetic) One major weakness. And that is her proneness for being tickled.

You poke her belly. She laughs.

Now, when you think of a laugh, you probably picture a nice "Ha Ha Ha." Maybe a snort in there if they are really caught off guard. Maybe if they are cute, they giggle. Mary does not "Ha Ha Ha." Nor does she "He He He" or even "Ho Ho Ho." When she is being tickled, she gives off a laugh that could make the Joker crack a grin. She laughs so hard, no one in a hundred miles can help but feel joyous and afraid at the same time. She used to be called the Villianess because of her rumors that she was actually a super villain in disguise. Its a laugh only a nut would find endearing or charming.

Naturally, you love to hear her laugh.

Quickly you find yourself above her, her legs still wrapped around you as your relentlessly tickle her. She begs no more, pushing your hands back as your fingers climb higher and higher, ticking her ribs and sides like there is no tomorrow. Finally, when she seems most out of breathe, you relent, letting her laughing slowly die down as sweat and blush covers her face.

"The... The Queen... Gives up to you mi Rey de cosquillas." She smiles, her hair frazzled as she tries to catch her breath.