He's totally limp for her, content to let her address his problem areas to the best of her abilities. Motionless, eyes closed, just the steady heave of his chest as he breathes, stubborn muscles fighting against her to retain their tautness until finally submitting to her fingers.]
You really do know how to massage...
[He's run into plenty of people who said they could, only to have rough hands and jabbing fingers. Forceful rubbing does not a massage make. There's a science to it, damn it.
But there's one piece of him that seems to have a mind of its own, and you can probably guess which. It slithers along her leg, up her calf, a half-hearted attempt to ease some of the pressure. She'd better make it behave before it finds something to bury itself in.]
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[Yep. That's his excuse.
He's totally limp for her, content to let her address his problem areas to the best of her abilities. Motionless, eyes closed, just the steady heave of his chest as he breathes, stubborn muscles fighting against her to retain their tautness until finally submitting to her fingers.]
You really do know how to massage...
[He's run into plenty of people who said they could, only to have rough hands and jabbing fingers. Forceful rubbing does not a massage make. There's a science to it, damn it.
But there's one piece of him that seems to have a mind of its own, and you can probably guess which. It slithers along her leg, up her calf, a half-hearted attempt to ease some of the pressure. She'd better make it behave before it finds something to bury itself in.]