Diplomatic Immunity--Preface: Vasha's Discovery

[Rystil Arden]

"Oh, you don't have to go to the trouble..." he replies, though he admits, "It's mostly the back, especially the upper back, and the legs a little bit."

 

[Bront]

Vasha scoots over him, stradling one of his lets, and begins to gently push her palms into Bertram's back softly, moving them and them pushing tenderly again "Higher or lower?"

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Bertram sighs at Vasha's touch, feeling his knotted tension begin to ease.*

"A little bit higher."

 

[Bront]

Vasha moves her hands up his back slowly. She pauses for a moment and reaches her hands to the base of his shirt "Do you mind? I find it tends to work better directly on your skin." Assuming he does not protest, she lifts his shirt up to his neck and continues to slowly massage his back.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Bertram nods, as Vasha continues to slowly massage his back, feeling relief as the tension softens and melts away.*

"Ohh, that feels good...Thank you, Vasha."

 

[Bront]

"My pleasure." she says as she continues to massage up his back. She begins to grab his shoulders and massage them, releasing his tension even more.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Bertram sighs softly and rolls back his shoulders.*

"Ahh, I'm feeling much better already...but what about you? You were hurt by that terrible creature--you probably have even worse aches than I..."

 

[Bront]

"I'm not feeling too bad, and besides, you saved me didn't you?" she giggles.

She moves her hands back down his back, making sure to loosen anything in his lower back as well.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Well, it was mostly Puddles," he protests, though he sighs and relaxes as she massages away the tension in his lower back.

 

[Bront]

She scoots down a bit and begins to massage one of his thighs, her small hands penetrating deep. "He'll get his massage later then" she giggles.