Diplomatic Immunity--Preface: Vasha's Discovery

[Rystil Arden]

"Well, uh, umm, I guess that will be fine, as long as you don't mind if I just keep to your back," he replies.

 

[Bront]

She nods and slips her dress off over her head, while lying on her back. "I promise I don't bite" she giggles, and rests her hands under her head again.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Yes, I was pretty sure I knew that," he replies with a laugh, as he begins to deftly massage Vasha's back with an extremely light and nimble touch, working out the knots first and then continuing until the spots he touches tingle with relief and pleasure.

"Anywhere else sore?" he asks her, having finished her back.

 

[Bront]

Vasha closes her eyes and coos softly to the massage. "My legs and shoulders always could use some attention." she says in a soft voice.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Sure," Bertram replies, heading first up to her shoulders and rubbing soft circles along them with gentle finesse, then moving down to her legs, massaging up and down them and then on her feet, until he feels her muscles relax completely, "Feeling better?"

 

[Bront]

'Mmmhmm, much." she says with a blissfull smile.

She rises up on and leans back to Bertram and gives him a tender kiss. "You realy have been good to me." she says

 

[Rystil Arden]

"I am glad," Bertram replies, blushing at Vasha's kiss, "I have been trying to be a perfect gentleman on this trip; a lovely lady deserves no less."

 

[Bront]

It's Vasha's turn to blush "You are too kind." She smiles as she runs her finger along his shoulder.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"No I'm not--it is no more a compliment than you deserve, I think."

 

[Bront]

"You're still kind. Kind words, a selfless shared touch, that is what sharing is about." she says, curling up against him and leaning her head on his shoulder "I think you know more about it than you may think." A warm smile on her face as she gazes at his neck.