"No! John, stop it! John!" Alice said loudly, giggles coming from her mouth every few seconds. Sherlock sighed, knowing that John was -once again- tickling her. Every since he had found her 'tickle spot', he tickled her relentlessly at random times. Sherlock knew that John was also very ticklish, but he rather enjoyed seeing Alice being tortured despite the annoying noises she made.

"You know what you have to do," John said happily, laughter still coming from the female.

"No! I won't!" Alice fought. A fresh burst of giggles came from her. "I won't! You've won too many times!" She insisted.

"Alice, don't make this harder than it has to be," John warned, sounding like a mother.

"No!" Sherlock sighed again as the laughing came from both people upstairs. It only lasted a few moments before Alice shouted shakily,

"Fine! Fine! You don't look like a hedgehog!"

"And...?"

"I'll get more jam!" Minutes later, the two came down, John grinning and Alice looking very undignified. Sherlock pretended to not notice, though both Captains knew he had heard everything.

~that night~

Alice sat in Sherlock's chair, going through her Mind Forest happily and he knees up to her chest. Sherlock lay on the couch, in his thinking position. John had gone to bed about an hour earlier. Suddenly he got up and went over to Alice. She didn't stir. He bent down to her ear and whispered as quietly as he could,

"John is quite ticklish as well."

He went and lay back down, Alice's eyes now open wide.

"He is!?" She hissed. Sherlock raised his eyebrows in a 'yes' gesture. She smiled deviously and bit her lip in thought.

~next morning~

John sat reading the newspaper at the table and munching on jam-less toast, Alice across from him, jittery with excitement. Sherlock had disappeared in the earlier hours to go do who-know's-what who-know's-where.

"You really do look like a hedgehog," Alice suddenly said confidently. John froze and looked up to her, his toast halfway to his mouth. "You heard me. And I also will not be getting your jam. You can get your own," She said smugly, crossing her arms, leaning back in her chair and smirking. John set down his toast and folded the paper up.

"I thought we sorted this out yesterday," He answered, trying to not smile and succeeding so far. She just continued smirking smugly at him. "You don't want to re-think any of that?" He continued, a small smile beginning to break through. She shook her head defiantly. He sighed playfully and bit his cheek to stop smiling. "You're standing on dangerous grounds, Captain White."

"Make me regret it," She shot back, her smirk turning into a crooked smile. John scooted back his chair and stood up, not breaking his eye contact with the red-head. She stood up as well, and the two walked around the table and met in the middle. They stared at each other for a millisecond before Alice reached out and poked the doctor in the abdomen. He yelped in surprise and put his hands up to his stomach, terror blatant on his face. Alice chuckled evilly.

"How- What- How did..." He stammered, trailing off before his eyes narrowed. "Sherlock," He muttered darkly, glaring at the door. Before anything else could happen, Alice poked the man again. And again, and again, and again. Soon they were rolling around of the floor in a storm of pokes, giggles, prods, and laughter, along with colorful name-calling.

John finally got into a dominant position on top of her, his knees at her waist, holding her torso still. He smirked down at her triumphantly, grabbing both her wrists. She struggled to get her wrists out of his grip, but he was too strong. She began to get a little afraid.

"John, it was nothing more than a little joke. You don't look like a hedgehog, and I will get jam. It's my turn to do the shopping anyway," She said quickly, still trying to tug herself out of his grip. He grinned devilishly down at her.

"There's no get out of jail free card this time, Alice," He said, bending down close to her face threateningly. She blushed, but only because of the closeness. He grinned and moved her hands under his knees, trapping them... for the time being, anyway. He then quickly moved his hands to her stomach and began tickling and poking mercilessly. She laughed and tried to wriggle out of his grip, but he kept her in place firmly. She was soon gasping for breath, and John paused for her to breathe.

"John... I'm... sorry... Please.... stop!" She said, breathing heavily. John pretended to think for a moment.

"Will you behave?" He asked teasingly. She nodded vigorously in reply. He sighed, disappointed. "I suppose. But if you step out of line again, I will teach you again," He warned teasingly, pointing at her. She nodded again and he climbed off. He offered her his hand and she took it happily. But as soon as she was up, she tackled him and sat on top of him like he had. He cried out in surprise.

"Alice!" He scolded, trying to look stern but grinning ear-to-ear.

"Yes, Captain?" She asked with mock innocence as she held his arms above his head.

"Don't. You. Dare."
Alice smiled and poked his stomach once. A fit if giggles came from the small man.

"Wow, John. You may be more ticklish than me!" Alice exclaimed, sitting back in surprise. He frowned. "Aw, no... We can't have you frowning, can we?" She asked mockingly, fake pouting. Before he could do anything, she poked him again.

Soon it was her letting up to let the good doctor breathe. She was grinning wildly as we gasped for breath.

"Do I win, Doctor Watson?" She asked sweetly. He looked up at her with the most sarcastic look he could give. She chuckled and watched him gather air patiently. Once he could breathe without looking like a vacuum, he looked up at her.

"You win," He admitted sadly. She eyed him carefully. He rolled his eyes. "I won't tackle you," He mumbled. She slowly let go of his wrists and sat back, still on top of him. He sat up so that now she was sitting on his lap, and his face was no further than two inches from hers. She blushed at their position and began to slide off, but John grabbed her waist.

"John, I'm hungry," She lied, still trying to wiggle off his lap.

"But you're the winner. That means you need a prize," He reasoned, looking at her confidently and smiling a little. She bit her lip nervously and felt herself blush again.

"I- I don't need a prize, it's okay," She stammered. He pulled her a little closer and looked down at her lips.

"But I wan't one," He argued. She watched his eyes carefully. His pupils dilated. Her stomach felt strange, but she liked it. She liked it a lot.

"John, your-" She began.

"I had a feeling. Yours did too," He interrupted. Before she could say anything, he filled the gap and kissed her.

I had to do it! I feel bad for not doing much John/Alice in HTMA, so I'm doing it here! Next one will be Shalice, though. Or Sherlice. Whichever one you say =)