Okay, this also is not a drabble. The things I write seem to have own life, and is impossible for me to write something small.
This chapter was written by me, but the idea came from Speisla Cartoon Cartoon. I asked her some ideas, and she gave me the theme ''Massage.'' I accepted the challenge and here is the result. So, the credits goes both for me and for her.
And I also wanted to thank Speisla for alerting me about errors in last chapter. I already made the necessary corrections. If you want to read the corrected chapter, just go back to Chapter 3.
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Sometimes, Andrew hates Jeanine's work.
Seems foolish and irrational, but he knows he has enough reasons.
She is a leader, responsible for an entire faction, but she is also a scientist. And every time she gets involved in a new project, she has a strong tendency to isolate herself from the world and, therefore, move away from him. And that hurts.
This time, her new obsession were the serums.
When she isn't in one of the endless meetings and activities related to faction, Jeanine spends almost all her free time locked in her private laboratory, doing tests that never seem to end. Sometimes, Andrew goes there to visit her, but on these occasions, she doesn't speak more than monosyllables.
At this moment, he is standing at their bedroom door, watching his wife sitting on her side of the bed, dressed in nightclothes, with the lamp attached to her side, reading a stack of papers. She looks scary like that, with immobile eyes and expressionless face like a robot.
'' Jean? '' He calls. Jeanine not even blink.
Andrew walks to the bed and sits beside her. He touches her hand, and she turns her head toward him, as if waking from a trance.
''Andrew. You scared me.'' And then, she returns her eyes to the documents again. ''I didn't see you coming.''
''Nobody ever told you that you should not take work home? ''
Jeanine not rolls her eyes or makes any sarcastic comment, as he expected. She just keeps staring at the papers.
'' You know how long I'm working on it?'' She asks, but it is a rhetorical question. ''A year. Maybe even more. And now, the results are finally emerging. And they are amazing! If things keep going well, we'll soon have a simulation serum ten times more powerful and efficient. That would mean a revolution in Dauntless initiation, and even in the aptitude tests! ''
''I perfectly understand how important this is for you.'' Andrew responds with excessive kindness in his voice. ''But you already spends all day locked in that lab. I don't think that is healthy bring it to bed. It does your brain overly active, which didn't help you sleep. I have a better idea. ''
Jeanine looks at her husband, now curious.
''And what is the idea?''
Andrew moves more closer to her.
''A massage.''
''A massage?'' She repeats, arching an eyebrow.
Andrew nods.
''You, more than anyone, know how much it helps to relax. You'll sleep much better, I assure you.''
Andrew's hand begins to rise for Jeanine's arm, massaging slowly until reaching the shoulder. He sees her expression change. Her eyes have a different brightness. A brightness of desire.
They stare for a while.
''Admit that it is a great idea.''
She pretends to think for a second and, then, sighs.
''Okay. You won.''
Andrew smiles and collects the papers of her lap, placing them on the table.
''You will not need them now.'' He takes his hands to her fine silk nightdress. ''And would be better if you remove it.''
Slowly, he opens the buttons, slowly revealing her body in a navy blue lingerie.
Jeanine rises from her position, facilitating his work of slide it out her shoulders.
Andrew gently pushes Jeanine's body for the mattress and starts his massage.
He focuses primarily on her shoulders and arms, which seem to hold the greatest burden of stress. The movements are firm, but gentle. Jeanine has her eyes closed and her lips parted, in a clear demonstration of pleasure.
So, Andrew's fingers start to get down to the middle of her back, slowly and provocatively, and he can see the shiver in Jeanine's skin.
Unable to resist, he begins to distribute kisses on her soft skin while massaging. When his lips reach the neck, things take a different turn than expected.
Jeanine leaves her comfortable position, turning her body and getting in front of her husband. She takes his face in her hands and kisses him with lust.
''You're distracting me of my work.'' Andrew says when the kiss is interrupted.
''It's not like you were very concentrated, anyway.''
''What about massage?'' Andrew question.
Jeanine smirks.
''You can continue it ...'' she whispers in his ear ''... in a different way. ''
Andrew smiles at her.
''It looks pretty good, actually.''
So, he attacks Jeanine's lips, and then, her neck. His hands easily finds the way to the clasp of her brassiere.
Secretly, Andrew is proud of himself.
No matter how his wife is addicted to her work, he will always find a way to bring her back to him.