No Time For Talking
Octane just wants to talk, but Wattson has other plans in mind.
Octane had lead Wattson down a more secluded hallway, a place where they could talk without being interrupted. He turned to face her once they walked a ways down the corridor and took off his mask and goggles, ruffling his green hair while he tried to figure out what to say.
Octavio eventually took her hands in his and smiled sweetly at her, “Nat, can I ask you something?” She didn’t say anything, she just smiled rather creepily at him, he took her silence as the go-ahead to continue, “Did you attack Che in the med-bay? I...” He hesitated, letting go of her hands so he could rub the back of his neck, “I care about you still, but you can’t go and attack random people, Nat.”
The daredevil expected her to say something, or at least apologize for her actions, instead, she pushed him up against the wall -- that same hungry look in her eyes. However, instead of risqué thoughts racing through his head, everything in his being was telling him to run. Yet, he allowed her to grip his wrists and guide his arms above his head. He was kind of curious to see what she’d do -- his love for anything scary far outweighing his urge to escape.
However, that feeling dissipated like a puff of smoke on a windy day when she released him, but he found he couldn’t move his arms. He glanced up to see... nothing. There was no rope, no tape, no nothing -- he had no idea what was holding his arms in place. Either way, he was both baffled, and scared out of his mind, “H-how are you doing this?”
Wattson’s smirk only grew, she raised her hands and wiggled her fingers at Octane, now he knew what Ajay meant by she was attacked. She was tickle attacked, and now he was next. He squirmed in place, shaking his head, his mind still reeling from the fact something invisible was pinning him against the wall. Natalie snuck her hand underneath the hem of his shirt, and started with light scratching against his sides, gently spidering her nails against his skin. He choked back a snicker and shook his head, pinching his eyes close to try and chase away the sensations.
“Nahahahat, why are you dohohohoing this?” She answered by switching to digging into his hip bones, making him bark out a laugh, “CHIHIHIHCAHAHAHA! Stahahahahap! Why ahahaharen’t you ahahahanswering mehehehe!”
Again, no response, just more tickling. Wattson dipped a finger into his navel, officially breaking the damn. Full-on cackles poured out of Octane, and he flung his torso around, making it difficult for Wattson to get his bellybutton. Well, that was until that mysterious force pushed against him, stopping him from moving. He was now fully and utterly boned -- he couldn’t move, and he was now at Wattson’s mercy.
“Natalie, how are you doing this? What happened to you?” He desperately tried to get through to her. He assumed she may have been in some kind of trance, or maybe she was body-snatched -- someone had somehow transferred her conscience into another body, and a stranger had possessed her own.
His train of thought was interrupted by her fingers once again finding his navel. She scratched at the crevices inside making him absolutely howl with laughter -- it felt so much more worse since he couldn’t move. Her free hand travelled up his side, squeezing and scritching at each individual rib and lingering on the spaces in-between the bone -- which seemed to be a good spot. Eventually, she stopped a hair short of his underarm and he shouted, his entire body going rigid. Her other limb soon joined the fray, repeating what she did before—squeezing and poking at his ribs before pausing where his armpit began.
Wattson gently fluttered her nails in place, smirking at how hard the daredevil was trying to suppress his giggling, “Nat... plehehehease dohohohohon’t,” He pleaded, the walls he put in place were slowly breaking the longer she remained there.
It wasn’t horrendously ticklish, but it was enough to drive him insane. Just like what she did was Elliot, she wanted to savor the moment, she knew by the way he reacted that underneath his arms was the spot. But she was enjoying herself, what better way to have more fun than prolonging the torture? Wattson ceased her torture and jumped up to his neck, experimentally running a finger along his skin to gage what spot was the worst. Aside from a few stray giggles, he wasn’t reacting too much. Growing bored of what she was currently doing, she jumped back down to his waist, drilling her thumbs into his hips. Octavio yelped and snickered, again, attempting to conceal his giggles -- it didn’t last very long, however. Wattson scratched along his waist line and poked the sides of his stomach, grinning at the squeal that left him.
“STAHAHAP!” He shouted, shaking his body to alleviate the ticklish sensation currently nipping his nerve endings.
A single finger found it’s way back into his bellybutton, making him bark out a laugh. Natalie knelt and blew a raspberry on the side of his stomach, noting how he arched his back and cackled loudly. She blew another, his boisterous laughter went up an octave, then another, he was officially flirting with hysterics, then one more for good measure—all the laughter, the squealing, the begging, it fell silent. Finally, she stood back up and focused her attention back over to his ribs. His hysterical laughter died back down to snickering and the odd yelp when she got a sensitive spot. Wattson was impressed by how energetic he still was, her usual victims would be at least tired by now, or winded -- Octane was unfazed.
Wattson pulled her hands away, inspecting him. He panted for a few seconds but recovered quickly, “H-how are you doing this?” He motioned to his arms that were still pinned against the wall.
Natalie grinned and made an upward motion with her hands. Octavio could feel his arms slowly being raised, and he panicked, something was very wrong with Wattson. He tried to fight against his invisible bonds, pulling down as hard as he could, but it proved futile. She finally dropped her hands to her sides once his arms were high above his head, he could barely touch the ground. The engineer walked right up to him so their faces were only inches apart. Octane noticed how her eyes seemed devoid of emotion, not to mention, that fire that drew him to her in the first place wasn’t there.
“...who are you?” He asked, not really recognizing the woman before him. She had Wattson’s face, but there was no way that she was Natalie
She didn’t answer, she moved her hands to his underarms and started scratching at his skin, her unnerving smile growing when he erupted into a giggling fit. He tried to protest, but she sped up her torture, drawing out a scream and desperate laughter from the poor man. Wattson moved her face away from his and kept up a steady pace, not letting up whatsoever. Octane’s laughter grew more desperate, it tickled so damn much -- that fact he couldn’t move seemed to make the torture worse. He kicked his legs against the wall, letting his body dangle from the invisible force, hoping his weight would be too much, unfortunately, that proved not to be the case. The… whatever is was, maintained its hold on him, keeping the speedster glued to the wall, and at Natalie’s mercy.
“PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!” Octane screamed, thumping his head against the wall—the sensations were unbearable, it tickled so badly and all he wanted to do was bring his arms down.
She refused to listen, she just maintained her pace, that damn still on her face. Then the strangest thing happened, colour slowly returned to her pale skin -- Octavio thought she was wearing a costume, but it was her actual skin. Octane shook his head, chalking the sight up to the lack of oxygen, even though he could still somewhat breathe, well, that was until she somehow sped up her torture even more. That’s when he felt it, the energy draining from his very body. It was subtle at first, since he could regenerate stamina pretty quickly -- curtesy of running everywhere. However, the more she tickled him, the more tired he felt. It was the strangest sensation, he wasn’t used to feeling exhausted.
“WHAHAHAHAT ARE YOU DOHOHOHOING TO MEHEHEHE?” He cried out, using what little strength he had left to free himself, but no amount of tugging nor pulling freed him.
He finally succumbed to the torture, and went limb, almost too tired to even laugh. He was certain that he was going to pass out, for the first time in his life, he was going to faint from pure exhaustion. That was until an unsuspecting individual stumbled upon the duo. Wattson ceased what she was doing and pulled away from Octavio -- his invisible binds suddenly releasing their hold on him. The daredevil dropped to the ground and panted, convinced he was dying. He slumped against the floor and glanced up to see who his savior was, to both his relief and dismay -- it was Seer.
“Hijo de...” He knew he would never live this down, “Obi...” He groaned.
“Silva... Ms. Paquette, I apologize for interrupting. I didn’t think anyone would be in these hallways, they’re not very travelled...” He noticed how his fellow Legend was eyeing him, and how exhausted Octavio was -- which was something he never thought he’d see. His gut screamed at him to leave as fast as humanly possible, he happily obliged, “Please, excuse me,” He went to skirt around Wattson but she grabbed his arm and pulled him towards her.
Obi yelped and went to fight her off, but her hand snuck underneath his outstretched limb and got him under his arm. She wiggled her fingers around and paused at the screech that left Seer’s lips -- even Octane stiffened. The older man crumbled to the ground, giggles pouring out of him as he struggled to free himself from Wattson’s surprisingly strong hold. Thankfully, he freed himself before she could pin him down, and scrambled to his feet. Residual snickers plaguing him as he held up his hand to fend her off.
“Please, I beg of you... don’t...” He backed away from her, gasping when his back hit the wall.
Natalie ignored his pleas and lunged at him, more than a little gleeful to find such a ticklish victim. He skillfully evaded her, literally twirling around her like a ballerina and sprinting down the way he came. The engineer chased after him, leaving Octane to recover on the floor. He’d usually be back on his feet in no time, but he just couldn’t regenerate his stamina that quickly. So he opted to lay on the ground and just fall asleep, he figured he’d feel better when he was awake. At least he hoped he would.
Next fic coming October 13th at 7pm PST!