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Ianto lay there listening to the soothing music as hands moved over his body, firmly pressing and massaging as it slid around the rise, dips and groves of his ribs. He closed his eyes and tried to breathe normally as those fingers moved around to one arm, to gently prod at his muscles… elbow and down to the wrist, then back up and across his chest. Pectorals. Around to the other arm, then muscle. His arm was gently manipulated as he lay, eyes closed breathing.
The hands moved again, this time to his breastbone, then across his stomach as he let the music take him in his mind to a sunny beach with Jack playing nearby in the surf with Hawk. In his mind he could hear the little boy's laugher so clearly.
The hand moved to his groin, checking, probing. Digging then moving around this thigh as those fingers dug in gently yet determinedly. Ianto continued to dream.
Sliding down, they had his knee, those fingers almost ticklish but enough force not to be as they moved around the joint, massaging, then down the shin to the ankle, massaging that as well.
Ianto could almost feel the breeze from the sea.
The hand was sliding up his inseam, his grunt of soft discomfit as that hand now slid around his balls to touch, kneed and examine. He tried to find that breeze again.
The other side of his groin was felt, then the hand slid around his buttock, then started down the other leg. Ianto started to hum in time to the music. Finally the hands went away and he felt he blanket getting pulled up. Finally Ianto opened his eyes to look up at her as she smiled down.
"Well now Doctor Harkness-Jones. Everything feels good. I am glad you are more comfortable doing this, I know a lot of people go for the body scans but this holistic approach is much better for the body. No bumps there" she smiled.
"Thanks Corrine. That's great news" Ianto sat up and let himself take a moment to get over the weird feeling of someone other than Jack touching him so personally. She was right. This 'massage' emanation wss far less off-putting than the horrible MRI machine. Ianto's hatred of those machines had not lessened with the need to use one. When this came about as a trial he was in, at first MRI backing up her claims. Now it was alternating… her for six months, the MRI for six months. This way it was still a once a year check as per most people, also Owen happy with his prefered six monthly checks.
Ianto left with a lighter bounce to his step and he knew Jack would be interested to learn that Ianto had been tickled behind his knees this time.
