This round of laughter resulted in soft answering laughter from the younger marshal as he tried to get as much of his tickle assault as he could in before Raylan shook him off. He allowed his hand to be caught and met that stern look with a softness that stripped years out of his eyes. It left him boyish in a rare way.

"Well hold your hand up and I'll ..." was as far as he got before Raylan's mouth came down on his own and Tim decided that sass could wait. Turning his hand in the cowboy's he threaded their fingers together as he returned the kiss and while he knew it couldn't go far, his lips parted in invitation and he whimpered a soft note of welcome.