sorry for the long delay. someone requested Olive giving Enoch a massage so here it is :)

Enoch sighed in annoyance as he attempted to finish yet another new creation of his. The heart that he had picked up specifically for this doll would not fit in the place he wanted too, therefore causing Enoch to be frustrated and annoyed.

"Tweezers" Enoch mumbled under his breath, holding out his hand towards the red head that was stood at his side, unknowingly looking at him in worry.

Olive had realised that Enoch wasn't happy, they had both together spent the morning working on how to control Olive's fire within her hands and so far, had been successful in the most part.

After two hard weeks of learning to control her flames, she was now able to touch Enoch without burning his clothes (which had happened in past events), making her extremely thankful towards Enoch as well as proud of herself for achieving what she thought was impossible.

Olive realised that she was daydreaming as Enoch looked at her with frustrated eyes; quickly she turned around to pick up the tweezers and passed them to him.

As Enoch was attempting to fit the heart in the spot that he had made for it, he gripped the doll slightly too hard, leaving the doll to collapse in a heap in his hands. The screws that held it in place falling out of place as they fell on to the table.

Enoch let out a grunt before resting his head in his hands in despair as he closed his eyes, not wanting to look at the crumbled doll the necromancer had spent the last few hours creating.

Olive sighed next to him, wanting to comfort her friend in his inner turmoil. Suddenly she remembered how when she was younger, before her parents found out about her peculiarity and shipped her off to the bird, she remembered that whenever Olive was upset her mother would always give her a massage in order to calm and relax her from her upset. It used to be her mother's favourite hobby and so Olive believed that she would be able to do it herself.

"Enoch?" Olive whispered, placing her hand on his shoulder, feeling his arm tense at the feel of her gloved hand on his shoulder.

"Hmm" Was all Enoch replied his head remained in his hands as he listened to Olive intently.

"Would…Would you like me to give you a massage?" Olive asked timidly, a slight tint coming to her cheeks as she realised that maybe it was a silly idea.

Enoch looked up at her suspiciously, a look of both amusement and curiosity in his eyes.

"Why would you want to give me a massage?" Enoch asked looking at her in a slight frown, yet a raise of the eyebrow.

"er…well… my mother always used to give me one when I was upset or stressed, and I- I thought that you ,may want one" Olive said, lifting her hand off his shoulder and placing it by her side her gloved hands fiddling with the hem of her dress as she looked intently at the floor as if something amazing was going to happen.

Enoch's cheeks turned a light tint of pink at her answer. A massage. By Olive.

"I- Okay?" Enoch said before he even had a chance to think about it.

Olive thought that she had misheard his answer, she didn't actually think that he would go ahead with the idea. Despite her nerves though she beamed at him, ignoring the funny look that he was giving her in the meantime.

"Er… you'll have to urm.. take your top off and lay down on your bed" Olive mumbled, her nerves returning as she looked down at her hands in slight embarrassment at the entire situation.

Enoch smirked at her nerves, raising an eyebrow as he looked at her in amusement.

"Are you sure this isn't just a way for you to get me into bed?" Enoch smirked further at her, seeing the sudden red rush to her cheeks immediately.

Olive mockingly glared at his slapping his shoulder, not as lightly as she originally thought she had.

Enoch chuckled slightly, mockingly holding his shoulder as he faked pain.

"Alright, alright" He mumbled as he stood up making his way over to his bed.

Olive looked away as he began pulling the jumper over his head, she didn't want to see him half naked and blush profusely. Even the thought of seeing her crush without his top on only sent the whole zoo of butterflies towards her stomach.

As soon as Enoch took his jumper off, the cold air hit his skin like a wave, goose bumps spreading all down his arms as he got used to the feeling. He frowned when he saw that Olive's back was facing him.

"Why are you facing the other way?" Enoch asked a slight annoyed tone to his voice as he crossed his arms in front of his chest in attempt to keep himself warm.

"It's polite" Was all she said, keeping her eyes on the wall in front of her.

"Well I'm not bothered, I'm only human, it's not like I look completely different to any other man" Enoch said rather bluntly as he kept looking at her back, waiting for her to turn round.

Olive turned around, giving up being polite and instantly as she predicted, her cheeks felt warm indicating the fact that she was blushing from the view in front of her. Enoch was stood there just in his trousers and boy Olive wished that she could see this view more often. Although Enoch wasn't extremely muscular, his arms looked rather toned as they were folded in front of his chest, the biceps becoming more pronounced from the way they were crossed. From what she could see of his chest, it was rather defined, outlines of his abs were visible, giving off the complete opposite image that his big puffy jumper usually created.

Enoch smirked at her yet again at her bright red cheeks and walked over to her reaching up with his hands and pinching her red cheeks, before removing his body completely and moving himself back towards his bed where he flopped on it, burying his head in his pillows, leaving Olive flustered as she looked at him.

Why on earth did I offer to do this? She thought to herself.

She quickly made her way to her room, just across from his grabbing some oil from her bag and making her way back to his room, shutting his door in the process.

She took her gloves quickly, silently thanking Enoch again for all the help he had given her in trying to control her peculiarity, now more than ever she would have to concentrate as much as she could in order to try not and burn him.

"I trust you" Enoch said, answering her unspoken question on whether he would trust her enough to do this.

Olive smiled at him as she rubbed some oil onto her hands, the oil instantly becoming warm in her hands due to her naturally higher temperature.

Enoch shuddered at the sudden warmth that was spreading through his body as Olive started smoothing oil on his skin, the warmth from her palms emitting slight tingles throughout his back.

Enoch sighed in relaxation as Olive began pressing harder against the tension knots in his back, most likely had been formed from hours spent bending over his table as he worked. This had been the most relaxing thing that Enoch had ever endured and he was only minutes into it.

Enoch would have thought that she was an expert as her hands travelled and found another tension knot on his shoulder blade.

Olive smiled as she took in Enoch's relaxed form, the obvious response from him showing her that it was helping him to chill out.

Suddenly Enoch found himself tensing up when her hands made their way down to his lower back, just above from where his skin was covered by the waistband of his trousers, knowing that there was something there that he had never even mentioned to her or even thought about until now.

"How'd you get this?" Olive asked, her fingertips ghosting lightly over the scar that covered the width of his lower back.

"Er…" Enoch said, not sure on what to say. He had thought about making something up but instantly he knew that he could never keep anything from her. It was Olive. His beautiful Olive.

"When my- dad found about my peculiarity h-he erm thought I was frowned upon by god and so he –ur punished me I guess" Enoch mumbled against the pillow looking at her intently from where she was sitting beside the bed.

Olive looked at him with sympathy in her eyes as she continued to move her fingers up and down the white scar.

"It makes you strong" She whispered almost to herself as she was unaware at how she had said it aloud.

Enoch gave her a weak smile as she smiled back at him.

They drifted into a comfortable silence then, Olive would rub the oils into Enoch's back whilst he lay there at peace and allowing himself to rest after weeks of working his butt off.

After finishing her massaging, Olive stood up and washed her hands in the sink in his room before putting her gloves back on, thinking that it was best to keep them on rather than burn anything accidently.

Enoch stood up, thanking Olive for giving him a massage, as he picked up his top from the end of his bed.

"You're welcome Enoch" Olive replied, gaining the courage to do something that has been invading her mind for a while.

Olive rested one of her gloved hands on his bare shoulder before leaning up and pressing her lips gently to his own in a swift kiss.

Just as quick as it happened, it ended and Enoch was left standing in his room alone as she shut the door behind her.

Enoch brought his index finger to his lips, he could still taste her lips on his and it gave him a rush of something that he had never felt before.

"Maybe I should get massages more often, if that's at the end of it" He mumbled to himself, smiling at the thought.

Enoch launched himself back onto his bed placing his hands on his face, thinking of what had just happened.

Olive just kissed me.

Was the only thought that went round his head all evening.

will be back soon :)