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The_gladiator said:
He laughs and blushes, "I did not want to assume... cause you know what they say about assuming." he says turning onto his back floating in the water.
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She watched him a moment, then copied his actions, flipping to her back and just..floating. her voice came across the night to him, though he wasn't very far away... "A promise is a promise."
 
DarkWarrioress said:
She watched him a moment, then copied his actions, flipping to her back and just..floating. her voice came across the night to him, though he wasn't very far away... "A promise is a promise."
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He nods, "Yes, that's why I do not make ones I do not keep." he says softly. He flips up and moves to her taking her into his arms standing in the warm water just holding her a minute.
 
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He nods, "Yes, that's why I do not make ones I do not keep." he says softly. He flips up and moves to her taking her into his arms standing in the warm water just holding her a minute.
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She studied his face. "Like the one you gave me that night." The smile was in her eyes, even though one hadn't crossed her lips.... yet.
 
DarkWarrioress said:
She studied his face. "Like the one you gave me that night." The smile was in her eyes, even though one hadn't crossed her lips.... yet.
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His eyebrow raises, "Oh? WHat did I promise that night? I seem to have forgotten." he says softly holding her close to his chest.
 
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His eyebrow raises, "Oh? WHat did I promise that night? I seem to have forgotten." he says softly holding her close to his chest.
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"The Elf has a short term memory already?" She pressed tighter against him, wrapping her legs around his waist as her head dipped and she nibbled on his collarbone.
 
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"The Elf has a short term memory already?" She pressed tighter against him, wrapping her legs around his waist as her head dipped and she nibbled on his collarbone.
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"Something like that... that was a rough couple weeks... care to enlighten me?" He asks.
 

She woke slowly. First her brain, she could hear the quiet buzzing of the environment, the sound of the air conditioning running, his breathing. Next, her muscles started reacting: slowly her fingers extended to farthest lengths then balled into small fist, before releasing. Then her eyes, they rolled around behind closed lids, she lifted her arms to rub away the sleep in her eyes and she sat up slowly. The fabric of her little teal nightie fell from where it was around her middle, and covered her lower extremities, but only just.

She turned slightly to look at him, a small smile coming to her face. She swung her legs to the side of the bed and slowly stood, stretching her arms towards the ceiling; the nightie draping the rest of the way down, covering what needed to be covered. She glanced back at him to see if he was stirring, found he wasn't and quickly went for a shower: grabbing a thin sundress on her way past the closet. She locked the door behind her, then glanced at the door handle: why was that necessary exactly? She stared at the lock for a moment, hesitantly wondering if she should unlock it. She shook her head and giggled internally, turning away, and made her way to the shower: good lord, she slept for three days with saltwater on her body! how disgusting!

She took no time to bathe, and was quickly out, dried, and dressed within half an hour. She brushed her teeth and combed her hair before exiting the bathroom, then climbed back into bed, snuggling down within the covers. Her entire body was stiff, but she didn't care at the moment; she watched as he slept, moving his hair away from his face: five-o-clock shadow was apparent, as it would be after the amount of time they stayed lost in slumber. She kissed his forehead gently and stroked his cheek: he looked so peaceful.
 
*All it took was her gentle touch, and the tenuous barrier between dreams and waking was broken. His eyes flitted open, a groggy smile spreading across his face as his vision cleared from its sleepy haze. She looked freshly-showered and very rejuvenated. He felt the familiar itch of salt still clinging stubbornly to his skin, though it had been...his eyes moved to search for a clock. How long had he been asleep?

He merely chuckled softly to himself, sitting up in bed, rolling his neck to loosen the stiff muscles.*

Well, that was quite a nap, eh? I hope you left some hot water for me....

*He smiled and caressed her arm before sliding from the bed to enact his own refreshment. There was indeed copious water, and he debated a shave as he stood beneath the heated downpour. He thought better of it, not knowing if the staff had taken liberties in stocking all the rooms for both genders. As it was, he was unsure if he would be able to find something to change into without making a brief jaunt to his own room. After toweling off, a quick perusal of the various drawers turned up just what he needed, a simple pair of gym shorts and a light t-shirt. Probably left behind by some other occupant. Fortuitous for him, though, that their sizes would coincide.

He returned to the bed, hair still a bit damp and drippy in places as he climbed back in next to her, smiling.*
 

"Quite," She giggled back. "And I'm sure I did leave you some."

Truth be told, she often took warm to lukewarm baths, hot water always seemed too much on her sensitive skin. She watched as he left, smiling brightly as he grazed her skin with his fingertips as he passed to go to the bathroom.

As he showered she took it upon herself to fluff the pillows on both sides of the bed, and lean them upright against the headboard. When he exited, he found her sitting upright in bed, back against the pillows against the headboard. She smiled and allowed her eyes to follow him until he made his way to her side. She looked down at the blanket that she had in her hand, fiddling with.

"Welcome back," She said with a giggle. "I think we were in a coma for three days, give or take a few hours..."

She craned her neck from side to side, muscles were awfully stiff: another reason she probably should have taken a hot shower. She reached up to rub her trapezius muscle, eyes closed, wincing slightly as she put pressure on it. It was no use. She lowered her hand and tilted her head the other way, glancing down toward him.

"What are we to do today?" she asked quietly, blushing a little. "If you want to do anything with me... that is..."
 
Well, I don't know about you, but my body is still pretty stiff, even after a shower.

*He watched as her face screwed up at the pressure on her shoulder. He was sure that his own body would react the same*

Hmmm....we could exchange massages, I suppose. That would be both entertaining and helpful to tight muscles. I've been told I have magic fingers....

*His grin was devilish as one hand reached up to apply just the right amount of pressure to the trapezius on her other side, feeling the knotted cords of it protesting at first before relaxing and loosening. He removed his hand, turning to face her in bed, sitting Indian-style*

So, whattaya say? I'll even go first.
 

"...Magic... Indeed," she whispered, giggling a little. She wasn't sure if she was good at giving massages, but, the alternative would be... well, she wasn't quite sure, but it probably wouldn't be as fun as touching him... she blushed as she thought about it: touching him... well... only in the most innocent of ways, of course, it as a massage, after all...

"Alright, but I can't guarantee that I'm any good," she giggled again.

She threw the blanket off of her lap and crawled behind him, sitting on her calves. She ran her hands slowly down his back, applying slight pressure with her palms. She paused a moment.

"Do we need oils or... lotions or something...?" she questioned shyly, glancing behind herself at the side table on his side of the bed.
 
*His smile widened as she moved around behind him, her small hands moving along his shoulders. He had meant to give her a massage first, but the movements of her palms against his sore musculature was too nice to forego. He leaned to the nightstand, pulling open a drawer. The staff was either in the habit of leaving such things, Kay had brought them with her; either way there was a small bottle of massage oil, a subtle fragrance that was neither feminine nor masculine.*

This should work. And I'm sure you'll do wonderfully. Bonus points if you can get that stubborn knot out of my left shoulder blade....

*His chuckle faded into a satisfied groan as she went to work*
 

She placed an ample amount of the oil in her palm and went to work, a quirky smile taking her lips when he made a sound of satisfaction. She slowly repeated as she had before, her palms pressed firmly against his back, trailing down. She worked her way back up, thumbs pressing and rolling harder than her palms had pressed, though not harmfully so. She paid close attention to his left shoulder blade, working both hands against knotted muscle beneath flesh. She moved from the area and went further up, gripping his shoulders, releasing, repeating. She bit the tip of her tongue in concentration as she ran her hands back down to repeat the entire process again.
 
*His head lolled forward, eyes shut from utter relaxation. Grateful sighs erupted each time she found a knot and worked it loose. Even the deeper ones, rooted in his shoulder that caused reoccurring issues were made to be still. As her hands slipped lower, a thought occurred to him.*

Mmmm...that is wonderful, Kay. If you wouldn't mind doing my lower back? I'll lay down so it's easier to get to.

*Without waiting, he leaned forward, turning so that he laid the length of the bed, on his stomach, arms at his sides. Much like a masseuse would have him lay. A breeze of air moved across his oil-coated skin, a brief chill running down his spine.*
 

She hesitated, blushing, as he laid down the length of the bed. She glanced around the room, as if seeking approval from some invisible being. She awkwardly sat near him, knees pressed slightly against his side; her palms, pressed firmly, ran left to right over his spine.

It would be easier, of course, if she were to somehow crouch over him to some degree, but she made best with what she could. She rolled her palms gently against his lower back, pulling back as she went, then pressing forward as she leaned over him slightly, still remaining on her knees. Her thoughts were far away as she did this: she didn't even think about him reciprocating to her, or the amount she'd likely blush over the idea of having to take off her dress.
 
*Her ministrations continued to do wonders for his stiffened back and shoulders. He could feel the tension melting away under her oiled palms. He didn't speak much, but did offer token advice as to where to rub next. He was peripherally aware of how long she'd been massaging him, and he vowed that after another minute or so, he would beckon her to stop so that he could return the favor. However, each time he found all that could leave his lips was a sigh of contentment. Maybe just a little longer...*
 

She stopped after a while, to roll her wrists which popped and cracked beneath her supporting hold. She glanced back at him and ran just a fingertip down his spine, then back up. She giggled and fell off her calves, sitting splayed momentarily before quickly pulling her legs underneath her and resting her weight on one arm as she leaned away. Her eyes wandered over his back, over the muscle curves and bone protrusions. She smiled a little and waited for him to react, tentatively.
 
*Her fingertips tracing his spine sent another wave of shudders through his nerves. With her massaging at an end, he turned his head and looked at her from his prone position. He smiled as he took in the sight of her, drinking in the details from her eyes downward, following the line of her neck along her shoulder and down her arm.

With renewed strength he sat up, turning to face her, once again cross-legged, his hands resting in the crook of his knees*

Well, that was quite a massage. And here you were worried about not being any good. Would you like yours now?

*His eyes were full of mirth, tinged with a bit of curiosity. He wondered what she'd opted to wear beneath her dress, and whether she would be too nervous to remove it to receive her promised massage...*
 
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