The challenge word is Massage, and this is where my imagination took me!
I run my hands down his back, the firm muscle is strong beneath my massaging fingers.
The oil makes his skin slippery and my thumbs press hard into the tight curve at the base of his spine.
He groans into the pillow and I hear part pain from his injuries, and part pleasure in that muffled cry.
'Sorry.' I whisper, not sure how awake he really is as my medicinal hands track back towards his broad shoulders.
'No. Feels good.' He mumbles, one exhausted green eye fluttering open briefly as I rub at the tawny, scarred skin.
He finally sleeps.
Hope you enjoyed it, I did! Merry Christmas.