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Nothing but good clean fun, with sound effects. In case you're wondering, [....] stands for a few moments
of silence, in comics style.
Back Rub
by L.R. Bowen
1995
[breepp-boopp]
"Come in."
"Captain—the sensor
diagnostics reports."
"Thank you, Commander. Put them on the desk—I'll get to them
later."
[clack]
"Captain, you've been working nine hours straight. You'll get
eyestrain."
"I've already got eyestrain."
"I can tell—you're hunching your shoulders.
Turn that monitor off and look out the viewport for a while."
"Oh, all
right."
[click]
"Sit on the sofa to rest your back."
"I'd have to lie on the sofa
to rest my back...what are you smiling about?"
"Go ahead. It's your ready
room."
"Commander, I don't know what to make of that grin."
"Whatever you like,
Captain."
"Hmmm..."
[rustle]
[thump]
"There, I'm sitting down."
"I thought
you were going to lie down."
"Was I?"
"You look as if you'd like to. I'll leave if you
prefer."
"No—stay and talk to me for a minute."
[rustle, thump, settle]
[. . .
.]
"You're smiling again."
"I feel like smiling. What would you like to talk about,
Captain?"
"My aching back."
"You don't talk about aching backs, Captain. You do
something about them."
"I don't feel like getting up to go to Sickbay."
"No
need."
"Hmmm?"
"Roll over on your stomach, and I'll show
you."
"Commander?"
"It's a traditional method."
"Traditional method of
what?"
"Oh, it's useful for many things. Roll over."
"You're smiling again,
Commander."
"I like to smile. Don't you like it when people smile?"
"Of course I do. I
like it very much..."
[. . . .]
"So are you going to roll over?"
"Oh, I suppose so. My
back does ache."
[rustle]
"Put your arms above your head—that's good—now relax, and
close your eyes."
[stroke]
"Ohh...mmm."
"Tell me if I'm doing it too
hard."
"No, that's fine. Perfect...mmm. Traditional method?"
"Time-honored."
[. . .
.]
"My God, that's great. What a pair of hands you have."
"Thank you, Captain. I've been
told that."
"Lower...ooh, there. Can you do that harder?"
"Hmmm...that's quite a knot
you have there. Hard enough?"
"Almost."
"I'll stand up and lean down—"
"Oh
god, yes, that's great. Mmmm...why are you stopping?"
"It's a little awkward. I wish I had a
proper platform for this—I have to bend to the side too much."
"Oh dear. What if
you...um, if you got on the sofa?"
"On the sofa?"
"Yes, um, if you knelt over me, you
could reach and push down harder."
[. . . .]
"Commander?"
"Yes, I suppose I could
at that."
"Well, go ahead."
"If you're sure about this, Captain."
"I'm sure my back
aches."
"All right. Now, I'm not certified or anything, so I can't be responsible
for...unexpected outcomes."
"Fine, fine. Go ahead."
[rustle,
thump]
[stroke]
"Goddd..."
"Is that the right spot, Captain?"
"Yesss..."
[stroke,
knead]
"There... that knot's coming out nicely. Ah, I'm not too heavy, am I?"
"You feel
wonderful. Ah, that is, no, you're not too heavy."
"Ah."
[stroke, knead]
"Can you get
around the sides more?"
"Anywhere you like, Captain."
"Anywhere?"
"Um...well,
within reason."
[wriggle]
"Uh...Captain?"
"You're not smiling."
"I'm a little
beyond smiling."
"I could feel that a while ago."
"Sorry—ah, I think I had better get off
the sofa."
"What's the rush, Commander?"
"Um, I can't rub your back if you're facing
upwards."
"My back's fine now. Are you uncomfortable where you are?"
[. . .
.]
"Not really, Captain. Are you uncomfortable where you are?"
"Not really."
[. . .
.]
"So...can I make you any more comfortable, Captain?"
"You could lean over a little
more."
"How far?"
"I'll tell you when to stop."
[. . . .]
"Ah...that's about as far as
I can go, Captain."
"You could go a little farther."
"In theory."
"Of course, it's up to
you."
"Oh, well, if it's up to me..."
[kiss]
[kiss]
"I'm not too heavy, am
I?"
"You feel wonderful."
[kiss]
"I always wondered what that short hair felt
like."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Um...did you wonder what anything else felt
like?"
"Yes."
"Ah..."
"Get up on your elbows,
Commander."
"Sure."
[ziiiiip]
[wriggle]
"Just a second, my
boots..."
[rustle]
[thump]
[thump]
"Here, let me help you with that,
Captain."
[ziiiiip]
[wriggle]
[kiss]
[rustle]
"Mmm."
[kiss]
[stroke]
"
My, it feels even better this way."
"Glad to hear
it."
[kiss]
[slide]
[kiss]
[slide]
[kiss]
[slide]
"Bend your knees,
Captain."
"With pleasure, Commander."
[. . . .]
"Oh,
my."
"Hmmm?"
"Oooh...don't try to talk."
"Hmmhmm."
"Oooh..."
[. . .
.]
[gasp]
[gasp]
[gasp]
[gaaasssp]
[slide]
[kiss]
"Hmm?"
"Mmmm
mm. Your turn."
"Fine with me."
"Top or bottom?"
"Captain's preference."
"Lie
down."
[rustle]
[wriggle]
[thump]
[groan]
"Gods..."
[….]
[creak]
[
gasp]
[creak]
[gasp]
[creak]
[gasp]
[. . .
.]
[gaaasssp]
[groooaaannn]
[thump]
[pant]
[pant]
[pant]
[. . .
.]
"You're smiling again, Commander."
"I feel like smiling."
[grin]
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