Grinch sighs, placing down his wrench in his toolbox after a long day of tinkering and fixing up some of his machines.
His furry hands rub the back of his neck to soothe the growing pain. Either he's getting older, or these inventions are finally starting to take a toll on his body.
Suddenly he feels a pair of hands rest upon his shoulders and begins to knead. He grins as his girlfriend gives him her nightly massages. He even starts to purr a bit.
Martha chuckles at the noise. He sounds just like a big cat...if that cat were green.
She loves doing this, allowing him to relax after working so hard on his mechanics. It's the least she could do.
He reaches back to grab one of her hands, just to gently kiss her knuckles as a way to show his gratitude. Martha giggled some more as she hugged him from behind, her face nuzzled into his soft, green fur.
"I love you."
Grinch chuckled at that, his hands rubbing her on her arms that were wrapped around his middle. "I love you too, Angel." And Martha smiled harder at that. She loves it when he calls her that pet name, thinking back to the angel he had made for her back in their childhood. It was something sacred to the both of them.
The next thing she knew, she was no longer on the floor as she was hoisted up and carried to another part in the cave. She gasped at the sudden moment, but then began to laugh at how tenderly he held her in his arms. Admiring his strength as he so effortlessly brought her over towards the paisley recliner.
He placed her down and immediately began removing her heels. Martha watched in delight as her Grinchy knelt down in front of her and started massaging her feet in return, placing soft kisses on her toes. She felt her eyes water in happiness at the affection. He didn't have to do it, but he wanted to. Just because.