Theraputic Massage
With Buffy expressing an interest in resuming a regular training schedule with Rupert, you are helping him reorganize the living room. The two of you have spent the day moving heavier furniture to the perimeter of the room. The lighter, more easily moved aside items now positioned in its middle.
Unfortunately, the last box of books you carried turned out to be much heavier than you had anticipated. You don't know what exactly you've done to your back, but it's painful whatever it is. You're trying your best to not let on, to not wince as you continue to help. You know Rupert needs your help to finish. However, it's getting more difficult to disguise and with the way he keeps watching you, you're fairly sure Rupert's caught on.
As you are carrying yet another box of books toward the stairs, he stops you. "What's wrong?"
You shrug and even that small movement sends a ripple of pain across your back. "Nothing's wrong."
"You don't look like you feel very well."
You shake your head. "No, I'm okay."
He smiles at you gently and strokes his finger along your jaw. "All right. I just wanted to be sure."
You nod and make your way, very slowly, up the stairs. As you are in his loft, putting the volumes in the new bookcase there, you glance over the rail. You don't notice Rupert downstairs. You finish emptying the box and carefully descend the steps.
"Rupert?" After a moment, he appears from down the hall. You smile at him tiredly. "What were you doing?"
"Something for you," he says enigmatically as he moves closer. He wraps you in a tender embrace, holding you snugly but not disturbing your back. He places light kisses on your neck as he brings his hand to the front of your blouse and quickly unbuttons and removes it. His warm soft hand moves in circles over your back. As much as you're enjoying the feeling, you know that you're not in any condition just now for anything more active than this caress. He notices when you begin to tense up and smiles against your neck. "You're a stubborn mule, do you know that?"
You pull away to look at him with a question in your eyes. He simply smiles and slips the rest of your clothes off of your body before scooping you into his arms and heading down the hall. "You couldn't just tell me that you'd hurt yourself? No no no. That would be far too simple and helpful. Couldn't have that." You grin and lay your head on his shoulder, listening to his rant which is more playful teasing than tirade.
Rupert brings you into the bathroom and lowers you into the warm bath he prepared while you were upstairs. He comes to sit behind you and pins your hair up. Then, his nimble hands knead their way across your shoulders and neck, eliciting small sighs from you. "This will get the soreness out. Then it's up to bed for you."
With a wicked smile, you lean your head back to look at him. "Now that's what I call punishment."
He grins and then splashes you. "You're going to sleep. And drink tea. And anything else soothing I can think of."
Soon, he helps you to step out of the tub and dries you off. He takes down your hair, wraps you in a dry towel and lifts you into his arms again. He carries you up the stairs and lays you on his bed. He tugs quickly on the towel and it comes away.
"I thought you said soothing things?"
"I did. Turn over and lay down." You arch an eyebrow. He flicks the towel at you playfully. "Just do it?"
You do as you are asked and soon feel his weight depress the bed behind you. Just as you are about to impress him with your wit again, you feel warm oil creep its way across your back. Soon, his hands swirl it over your skin, rubbing firm circles and taking the soreness away. You sigh again as he works magic on your strained muscles. You begin to fall asleep, but not before you feel Rupert gather you into his embrace and brush a kiss against your lips.
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