The elezen remained silent, closing his eyes as he feels her begin to work into the tired muscles. He isn’t able to fully relax as he’s not used to such ministrations.
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Admittedly hours of standing over operation tables does quite the number on the human body, but he’s always so focused with work that he doesn’t notice.
His mind begins to wander, circling back: why am I allowing this?
She kneaded along the top of his shoulders from his neck out to where they met his arms, pulling his shoulders up and back to counteract his habitual hunch.
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“I realize you’re unlikely to agree to this request, but I would be remiss if I did not point out that this massage will be more effective if you strip from the waist up.”
The elezen craned his neck to shoot her a glare from over his shoulder at the remark. He really did not want to appease her request, but it was the logical choice. Regardless, with a huff he unfastened his coat a bit in order to pull it down just enough to expose his upper back and broad shoulders.
She had not expected that to work. His glare had made her blood run cold, so when he unexpectedly complied with her request, she had to take a slow, deep breath to keep her heart from beating out of her chest. “Uh…” She cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure.
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His mind begins to wander, circling back: why am I allowing this?
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