thedispatch | Forgiven

[ Having gotten fairly comfortable, he makes a face at having to get up once more and remove the remainder of his clothing. Finally nude, he plucks a strawberry from the offered plate before laying back atop the covers. ]

Honestly, I don't know why I assumed that my shirt would be enough.

[ Opening the stand's drawer, it's been sorted to harbour many of the goodies they'd purchased, including the warming oil. Turning to climb onto the bed after him, she's already poured some into an open palm, leaving the bottle accessible at the bedside so that she might work the product between her hands. ]

With a body like yours, it never will be!

[ Shifting to straddle his ass, she begins by running her hands along the back of his shoulders, up his neck, and back down to the small of his waist. They return to his shoulders, next, where her fingers begin to work into the skin, kneading at the muscles there and along his neck. ]

Have you never received a massage before?

[ As she rubs the oil over his skin, he hums pleasantly, feeling it slowly warming beneath her touch. He may no longer feel the aches and pains of long shifts and stress headaches, but that isn't to say the way her fingers massage his shoulders isn't truly amazing. ]

I have. Though I won't say who. As you're liable to confront them on the matter.

[ That has her hands faltering. ]

You could've just said yes, and I'd have assumed it was professional-- but that sounds problematic.

[ HUFF. ]

Either way, such implies that I know them, and our list of mutual contacts is rather slim.

Don't go interrogating the entire London division.

[ Though the calmness of his tone sounds anything but commanding. ]

They weren't full body massages, anyway, so there's little to fuss over.

[ With a hum, she tentatively begins to massage down his upper back. ]

It was Alan, wasn't it.

[ He could just lie, but that's not the William we know and love. ]

It was not him, no.

[ Well, she can't decide whether that's a good thing, or whether it would've been less concerning considering Alan's 'connection' with his 'partner'.

Lips pursed in contemplation, she's quite focused as she works the pad of her thumbs along his spine. ]

--Ronald?

Knox would never devote any of his spare time to helping me relax, I assure you.

[ There's an approving grunt as her thumbs run over a particular spot at the center of his back. ]

[ Oh, what's she found, now? With a little smirk, she rises herself up onto her knees to shift a bit lower over his hips, so that she may properly focus on massaging the area. ]

Was it a woman?

I already told you I am not telling you who it was.

[ An obvious yes. The grunt shifts to a long groan, signaling she's got the perfect spot. ]

I see... I seem to recall you telling me that you haven't been intimate since your wife.

[ And leaning her weight in, she applies just the right pressure, fingers working slowly and purposefully, while muttering into his ear. ]

Did you lie to me?

[ There's a surprisingly audible crack as she presses down more firmly. ]

It wasn't intimate. It was a simple shoulder massage.

--Oh.

[ That snap gets her to chuckle in the most satisfied way. That must have felt fantastic. She soothingly runs her palms over the spot, newly released of its pressure. ]

You must understand my scepticism. A proper woman giving a man - who vehemently protected his personal space, mind you - a shoulder massage... Hm.

If you feel you need to look at it that way, then so be it. But that doesn't mean I was.

[ It did feel wonderful, and part of him is regretting not letting Grell do this for him before. She's quite good at relieving the tension she ultimately caused! ]

[ Grell sighs heavily, though that doesn't keep her from moving down to his lower back. ]

I know very well that it's impossible for you to lie, Will. [ She works into the dips of his hips. ] She certainly wanted to fuck you. [ And as tempting as it is to more right down to his ass, she instead massages up and along his sides. ] And she'll never have the chance. What a shame.

No, she won't.

[ He won't argue whether or not the woman was after that, all along, as it doesn't matter now, anyway. As Grell's fingers trail up his sides, his body betrays him in giving a shudder from the tickling touch. ]

[ The redhead's giggle drawls into a croon. ]

You're ticklish. Cute.

[ And, briefly, she drags her nails down his ribs and waist with a feather-light touch-- and if he refrains from bucking her off his back, she'll reward him by granting him mercy and massaging down his arms, instead. ]

Stop it.

[ He hasn't thrown her off, but he may do so if she keeps that up! Instead his muscles tense back up, stiffening his posture back to normal. ]

Ooh, don't do that.

[ With the smallest huff, she leans in once more, to nuzzle into his locks along his ear, and up to kiss his temple. ]

I'll be a good girl, now. [ Her voice is almost soft, reassuring, as she kneads down his arms, until her palms slide into his. Even his hands won't go without her attention, thumbs drawing circles around the pads of his hands with equally firm and careful pressure. ]

An empty promise, I'm certain.

[ He wills himself to relax his muscles again, focusing on where her fingers press against the skin of his arms and hands. ]

Only if you want it to be. [ Her voice lowers to a hush, tone low and rolling as she mutters into his ear. And now that his arms have been thoroughly attended to, she glides her hands up and along them, over the expanse of the skin she's already worked, and back down to his waist. Her hands knead his hips, thumbs rolling over the muscle of his ass. ]

It might be interesting to see just how long you can keep true to that.

[ Interesting, but ultimately boring! His muscles tense just briefly as her hands begin kneading at his rear, but soon they're succumbing to her touch, as well. There's another grunt of approval, one he may not have intended to sound. ]

[ She hums with a pouty sort of tone. ]

I suppose that depends on one's definition of interesting.

[ Yes, she'll fully work out those muscles - and once she's finished with his hips, she slides the heel of her palms over the expanse of his bottom to get all the little spots she may have missed! ]

Seeing you act as a demure young lady-- [ He pauses briefly at his sudden use of a female term. ] --it would be rather entertaining, I believe.

[ The muscles of his ass tighten and relax as she massages it. This may be his first experience with a butt massage, but he can't say he dislikes it! ]

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