A Ticklish Padawan

Overprotective? Nah

Hera saw Ezra standing alone in the fields of Lothal, large rocks dotted near him as he gazed out at Capital City in the distance. Barefoot and gloveless, his hands stroking the tall grass stems. Hera approached him carefully, not wanting to startle the boy. Ezra's head lifted as she was a few meters away. 

"Ezra?" Hera said when he didn't turn to face her.

The boy looked over and gazed at Hera without a word. The Twe'lik approached and stood beside him.

"Ezra" she said again.

"Are you okay?"

The boy rolled his eyes and sighed, a small grin cracking on his face. 

"You're always in a flap aren't you?" He asked cheekily.

"I'm fine Hera, really."

Hera raised a brow at the boy, a smile growing.

"It's my job" she said.

"Yeah, sure."

Hera gazed at the boy, he seemed fine.

"Why were you standing out here alone anyway?" She asked.

"Trying to escape an overprotective Twe'lik" Ezra replied.

"Oh really?" Hera grinned, poking the boy's side.

Ezra yelped and leapt away from Hera who only approached him again.

"Um, Hera?" Ezra said nervously as he backed up into a tall rock.

Suddenly, he was cornered and Hera took that opportunity to pounce. She started squeezing Ezra's sides, needing into them, and Ezra was instantly reduced to a giggling mess as he was attacked with tickles.  

"Ahahahahahahaha! Herahahahahahahaha! Nohohohohohohohohoho!" Ezra yelped, trying to shove her hands away.

Hera's fingers spidered up to Ezra's vulnerable armpits making the boy's legs give out from underneath him and fall to the ground. Ezra tried to protect himself from Hera's attack but the Twe'lik still managed to get to his sensitive torso. 

"Herahahahahahaha!" He yelled, covering his sides while he attempted to push Hera away with his free hand. 

Hera couldn't help but smile down at the squirming boy, as his face was going red and his laughter rose. It was contagious and Hera was soon giggling along with him. Ezra tried to protest but felt a rough, yet ticklish senation sliding up and down his bare feet. He looked over to see the white Lothcat and a few of its friends licking his toes and soles eagerly. 

"Awwww look" Hera smiled.

"The Lothcats enjoy hearing your laugh as well."

Ezra's eyes were tearing up, his laughter becoming more hoarse so Hera called off the cats and stopped tickling momentarily to let Ezra breathe. 

"Is....is it over?" Ezra asked hopefully.

"Not just yet" Hera grinned.

She quickly unzipped Ezra's jacket and lifted his shirt which exposed his entire torso. 

"I'll only stop if you say; I'm Ezra Bridger and I'm an extremely ticklish Jedi."

"What?! In your dreams Hera, I'm never admitting that" Ezra replied firmly.

"Alright, suit yourself. More fun me and the Lothcats then."

Hera leaned down and released a large raspberry on Ezra's stomach. Ezra's laughter echoed through the plains of Lothal as the unbearble sensation rippled over his belly.

"NOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOHOHOHOHOHOHOP IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT HERAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Ezra begged.

"I'll only stop if you say it" Hera replied simply, blowing another raspberry.

By now, the Lothcats had rejoined the tickle attack, doubling the sensations and making Ezra laugh twice as loud. His throat began to hurt as he felt Hera draw patterns on his stomach.

"Herahahahaha....pleahehehese" Ezra giggled, losing the strength to fight back and hating the feeling of helplessness.

"Hera please, what?" Hera lifted an eyebrow.

"Stop tickling......me."

"Growing tired are we?"

"Yes.........pleaae.......give me a break."

"Alright you've twisted my lekku, hold it you guys" Hera called over to the Lothcats who instantly backed down. 

Ezra, who'd been tensing his muscles before, relaxed and fell back against the ground. He sighed in defeat and raised his hands.

"Okay, you win. I'm Ezra Bridger and I'm an extremely ticklish Jedi."

"That's all I needed to hear" she said and sat beside the boy. 

The Lothcats trotted up to Ezra and nestled themselves around the boy. Ezra sighed and petted them, closing his eyes as he rested against the rock.

"Tired Ez?" Hera asked.

Ezra nodded half heartedly, barely focusing on the Twe'lik's words. 

"Night Hera" he muttered, not even registering it was the middle of the day.

"Sleep well Ezra."