"That's not how I remember it...if I recall, the only rule was that I couldn't leave marks..." Still, Dia trying to give her a taste of her own medicine like this...all it does is make Mari's breath hitch. "Moving the goalposts isn't very fair of you. If I really wanted to cheat, I could have done something like this..."

When she kisses her again, her hands find their way inside her blouse; she noticed that little quiver when her hands ran down her side, but now they find their way to bare skin, her short fingernails softly running up her torso...before, just below her ribs, they settle on tickling her; not long enough to send poor Dia into a giggling fit, but enough to show her that she knows she's sensitive there.