Summary: Massage and conversation. Sort of.
Jenny was laying on her stomach, in pain. She turned her head to the side while Vastra pressed down hard on tightened muscles, working the various knots away.
"Breathe in, dear."
Jenny took a deep breath and immediately Vastra pressed down on her back forcing all the breath from her lungs. Loud cracking sounds came from her back as Jenny groaned. Vastra shook her head while she worked, "Worked yourself too hard again."
"Your fault, kept tossing me around."
"You'll just have to get better than me."
Jenny let out a huff of air in exasperation. "Yeah, that'll be the day. I can take on headless monks and bug cultists just fine, but I haven't been able to toss you yet."
Vastra chuckled as she started kneading Jenny's back with her arm. "I'm sure you will, and it will be a glorious day when it happens. Until then, your flesh must be further tenderized."
Jenny groaned, though for a different reason than pain. "That was horrible."
"I thought it was amusing."
"Daft lizard."
"Soft ape."
"Green mean thing."
"Very hairy thing."
"Hey!"
"What, you are compared to me."
"..."
Vastra tilted her head to the side as she smirked. "Was I being insensitive again, dear?"
Jenny muttered, "Shut up."
The Silurian laughed again, but quieted as she concentrated on her human. Vastra was forever grateful that some of the silurian massage techniques she learned were applicable to humans with a few modifications. And best reason of all, she could help her wife while ogling at her freely. Fittest and most beautiful, indeed.
Meta: Deep tissue massage after getting toss all day onto the floor = yay.
