Disclaimer: Kyo Kara Maoh/God (?) Save Our King belongs to Tomo Takabayashi.
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Sealed With A Slap!
Unknown Personality
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Massage
'What is he going to do?' I wondered from where I was lying on the bed. I stared at him as he reached out for something on the bedside table. I turned my head and saw a bottle of scented oil. And then comprehension dawned on me. Something that will stop it.
I raised my eyebrow at him.
"Wolfram? What do you want me to do? Take off all my clothes?" I asked, my small smirk evident in my voice.
"What?" his head whipped around and he stared at me like a statue holding a bottle of scented oil. "Take off your clothes?" he looked incredulous before it hit him. "Oh no, I forgot!" he exclaimed and sank down on the edge of my bed. "After all that guy put me through too!" He dropped his face into his hands. I sat up and pulled his hands away.
"If you went through so much trouble, you can massage me if you want." I offered, "Provided, of course, that I don't have to undress completely and you don't act like a pervert."
"How do I massage your body then?" he asked as if he thought I expected him to massage me fully clothed. "And I'm not a pervert." He said affronted.
"I meant that I should be able to cover up my chest and my derrière and still get my massage." I said as if he was being really dense. "And who knows? You might turn out to be a closet pervert." I said mischievously. He gaped at me for that.
"I am not!" He defended. "Do you want the massage or not? If you carry on this conversation, I will have to assume that you do not want a massage…" he trailed off innocently.
"No!" I caught his arm as he tried to get up. "I do want. Give me a second to undress, will you? And no peeking!" I spun him around so that he faced the dark door while I undressed.
"Do you have any towels?" I asked and he silently reached out pulled some off the top of the table and handed them to me without peeking. "Thank you." I took them and let go of the blanket and lay down. Then I rearranged them and tucked them around so that anything that shouldn't be seen, won't be seen. "You can turn around now." I said, my voice muffled against the sweet smelling pillow.
He turned around and spent a moment surveying my body. I noted this because I had turned my head to face him.
"Like what you see?" I grinned pleasantly. He blushes to the roots of his head and tried to unsuccessfully stutter out a response before shutting up. My grin grew wider, he was so cute. "So then, I'll just leave you to work your magic on me." I said and watched as he blushed even more. Revenge is sweet.
So he rolled up the sleeves of his nightgown right up to his elbows and then poured some oil onto the palms of his hands. He held his hands over the part just below my neck and then rubbed his hands together. The excess oil slid through his fingers and slowly, deliciously, slittered down the grove my spine made in my back.
I sighed and let the cool feeling seep into my skin. It felt so soothing, so liquidly on my skin. I leant up a bit and let the liquid flow down my back towards my lower back and pool there. All this while Wolfram kept his hands to himself but now, he placed them on my shoulder blades.
My body's first instinct was to shy away and tense but he murmured a quiet noise of disapproval and I tried to relax. He pressed me down onto the bed using the heel of his palm.
"Spread your arms out if it helps relax." He suggested. I did as he said and found it to be more comfortable after placing my cheek on the pillar.
His fingers fanned out, one on either shoulder blade before he applied pressure that felt painful but only a little bit before it gave way to pleasure. He continued kneading or whatever is was he was doing, I couldn't bring myself to care really, it just felt so relieving. When had he learnt perform so such wonders?
He left my shoulder blades and the welcome cool air hit them, giving me goosebumps but it didn't matter. His hands drifted down my back, massaging, massaging until I lost myself into a sort of dreamy limbo between consciousness and unconsciousness. It felt like I had the fever again and yet this was more pleasant than any fever-induced euphoria.
"Ah." A small pinprick of pain pierced the haze. I heard a quiet apology and the pain elevated. I dropped back down from where I had jolted up slightly and let his hands take over again. They continued their path down my back ever so slowly until they paused at my bottom. At this point I was beyond caring if he massaged it or not.
He skipped over it. The discontinuity jarred my haze a bit but he continued so high up my thighs, he might as well have been massaging my bottom and that was enough to satisfy that most improper urge of mine.
Down, down he went until he reached my feet. I thought the experience might get ruined due to me being ticklish but apparently, massaging the feet is not considered "tickling". My worn and weary feet welcomed the warmth of his hands. And then, just like that, it was done.
I opened my eyes to look at him blearily. He seemed to be sweating. I didn't know that the work of a masseur was so exhausting. Maybe I shouldn't ask him to do the front of my body…
"Do you want me to do the front?" he asked, taking care of that. I stared at him surprised.
"Sure. If you don't mind…" I trailed off unsurely. He smiled.
"I don't'." he answered and set to work right away.
To be continued…
Author's Note: So, Masseur Wolfram, huh? Never would have thought it of him. *smirk* Anyway, hope you liked this chapter and the reason I'm updating today is because I promised to (Monday – Wednesday, weekly). I understand if you've forgotten about this. Perhaps (most likely), because I've haven't really been keeping to schedule… So sorry about that! ^_^" (- I like using that smiley a lot…)
Regarding the massage scene: I tried to keep it more to the friendly, pleasurable side and not randomly make Wolfram "lustful" or something. Because that would kind of ruin what I have planned where he is "lustful" (hint, hint ;D) I might have utterly botched it up as I have little or no knowledge of anything massage related and had to rely on book (romance novels) knowledge… To tell you the truth, it wasn't really that helpful. They (the male and female characters) jumped each other's bones straight after. ^_^" (- there it is again!)
About the author: Me. Unknown Personality. Called "Uppie" by people here on FFN among other names that you don't want to know… and there's that one guy who makes fun of my online name but yeah, ignore him. And my friends don't call me "Uppie" either…Okay, I'll stop rambling. ^v^ (- variation!) (I feel so like those mangaka… ^_^ (- and again.))
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