bakerstreet | Massage Meme!

Massage Meme

Everyone could use a good massage now and again right? Well it's time to let you characters lay back and relax-- or maybe treat someone else to a little skin therapy. ;) Break out the oils and scented candles, it's time for a good rub down.

How to play:
❧ POST with your character (list their name & canon in the subject if you please)
❧ Others can reply giving the massage or recieving it.
❧ Use RNG to pick from the numbers below, or pick your numbers, or make something up!
❧ Have fun!

Type

001. Shoulder and Neck - the basic of the basic. Perhaps a strained shoulder, been sitting too long at their desk. Or maybe something even more strenuous. However, it's time to work out all those accumulated kinks.

002. Foot - It's time to give those yapping dogs a rest and treat them to a little TLC.

003. Hand - Hey don't forget about the hands, overworked constantly they could use a bit of a break.

004. Arm - Time to loosen up a bit and rub out those arm muscles.

005. Leg - Perhaps you're looking for something a bit more specific and intimate. Calve massage? Thigh? It's your choice.

006. Back - Considered a coup de grace of massage, the back massage, when done right, can bring extreme relief to those who receive it.

007. Scalp - Wanna feel those tingles down your spine? Maybe a little oil to help add health to the hair?

008. Full Body - Maybe it’s not just a specific area you want treated, but your entire body.

009. Wild Card - Anyway you want it. Mix and match, maybe I forgot something you want.

Relationship

001. Friend - getting a massage from a friend can be a wonderful bonding experience. And exacerbate already existing tensions ;D

002. Lover - Whether a show of care or a prelude to something more intimate, a massage from a lover is a very welcome thing.

003. Service - Hey some of us aren't so lucky. We gotta pay for this service.

004. Wild card - Whatever you want. However you want.

Credits shall be given to

lone_defender on LJ. Here's the original post

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"You owe me for this," the blonde spoke gently, but not without a certain amount of conviction. Who, after all, worked with their hands all day? It seemed that he was in it for another hour or so more. They had woken up to a cold, blizzardy Sunday and decided not to go out -- streets to clogged with holiday shoppers, after all -- but what were they to do? The television was struck with a case of seasonal madness, disgustingly over-cheery. The music was pleasant, upbeat... but there was only so much under-stimulation that Aaron could handle. Having some kind of focus seemed necessary, but he knew that disappearing in to work on a Sunday morning might leave Kay displeased. It was bad enough that he hadn't been amenable to sleeping in.

Instead, to quell any backlash that having too much energy for a lazy morning might suggest, he'd brought some oil out of the kitchen and, taking one of Kay's hands, settled in to give them a light coating. Dry weather for a dry elemental... he was inwardly amused. Probably not the best idea to soak her in oil, given the situation. But Kay was hardy in her human shell; she'd integrated so well that the worst of her true form tended to manifest in her oven-like warmth, which was hard to contest in the middle of a stinking cold winter.

In a whimsical moment, in another life, she might have decided to conflagurate her oily coating for fun, but that kind of fun was less fun when you weren't playing with people who could take the heat.

Besides, one of the myriad pleasures of a meat body was the way it responded to this kind of touch.

But that wasn't what she was thinking about when he'd taken one hand and started greasing it up without preamble or explanation. anyways she knew better than to ask him why he'd decided to take the route of pampering: either he'd scoff her off or he'd answer with something crass and unflattering and she'd regret the answering. Instead she draped herself back into the bed he'd perched himself on the edge of, leaving her hand in the care of both of his much bigger ones. "What," she asked, "you're not doing this for purely altruistic reasons?"

"Maybe in my next life," he replied, both crass and scoffing all at once. Strange how his words always seemed their most barbed when he was being the most pleasant, affection-wise... or maybe there was no real distinguishing.

Aaron had taken his time oiling her right hand, closer to the edge of the bed, and now that that was done he spent a bit longer rubbing the oil in up her wrist, all the way up to her elbow. Firm strokes there, pushing upwards along the inside of her forearm, working the muscles over the back. Might be he somewhat knew what he was doing. In any case, his hands had warmed to the work, making the slick sensation of worked-over muscles a pleasant one.

The glide of big, warm fingers over tired muscles made Kay groan and forget, for the moment, the banter to which they were inclined and instead melt back against the pillow. She did hard work, and willingly, and sometimes willfully forgot what that kind of work did to a body. He could feel the small muscles in her forearms loosening under his ministrations.

Under the blankets, she wriggled her toes. "Can I count on that?" She grinned at him. He had another life waiting, after all.

"Not if you want to be pleased," he replied, grinning wryly. "At least, not all the time." He gave her some silence for a moment as he went to work below the wrist. "Here I thought you didn't want any spoilers."

"I wasn't asking for spoilers," she protested, then thinking the better of it, corrected, "okay, fine, I surrender. Thematic spoilers." She sighed and groaned again, this time tilting her head back and closing her eyes.

After a few minutes she cracked an eyelid again and smiled at Aaron. "I think I like this holiday season business, if it gets me unprompted morning massages." Not that December was high time for landscaping, but she had been helping in the warehouse until halfway through the month. Her holiday was fairly organic: seasonal work, after all.

"Thematic spoilers," he repeated, drawing out the words as though in deep thought. "Hmm, well, that's a difficult one." This particular favour lent itself to pauses. Aaron had let slip a smirk as he continued his work across one hand, paused for more oil and then asked for the redhead's other. Of course, he always seemed a little smug in a rather infuriating fashion whenever prospects of the future came up. Even if the gap between now and the point at which they'd again meet was many mundane lifetimes away, and the interlude an uncharted one, Aaron's understanding of how his own expansion to power made him quietly bold (or unquietly, save that Kay had forbidden him from speaking of it!)

Finally, not long enough to let the topic slide completely, he said, "I can't hurt anything by saying that it will be fun, can I?"

"Well shit, I'd hope," she chuckled wickedly, "or it'll be a dismal disappointment."

He'd gone over both hands by that time and Kay was thoroughly soothed, the savage beast petted into a docile kitten. She was as floppy as Valkea when she slid down from her pillow and instead drew herself across Aaron's lap. "After all it'd be just ridiculous if it was all downhill from here." Maybe she was a bit silly, but he'd rendered service.

"There's bound to be a few ups and downs in the meantime," he said. His words were punctuated by unusually soft fingers trailing up and down from shoulders to the dip of her waist. Nothing wrong with encouraging her silliness!

He was encouraging more than just silliness and the way she cackled and raised her rump let him know as much. She reached her own unusually-soft-hands to wrap around his waist, try and wrangle him back down to the bedspread. And he'd wanted an energetic morning! "A few ups and downs and ins and outs, huh? Just a few? Should I start rationing?"

She didn't get an answer straight away, not with a wrestling match on her hands. Despite Kay's indomitable spirit and proclivities for harmless foul play, Aaron had the benefit of long, stabilizing limbs and a superior vantage point. The redhead wound up partially pinned for a moment, long enough for the man to tell her, "on the contrary: regular use keeps the machinery in working order! You're not getting any hording out of this one."

She'd managed to change his smirk into a toothy grin, but then, they were sharing similar expressions when all was said and done. At least they had familiarity of intention going for them -- and this didn't seem to be about a massage anymore. Aaron's ploy seemed to be on its way to working out!

"Good." Let it be said that Aaron is a conniving fellow, but let it also be said that Kay is no gormless mark.

She laughed again and took being pinned very well, all told. Given that both his hands were occupied with the exercise, she took the opportunity to wriggle one of her own free from where he was pinning it beneath her body and -- awkward angle be damned -- thrust it down the waistband of his pants. Not subtle.

((ha ha, that was me. We're two for two!))

"You're absolutely rotten, you know that?" he asked of her, pinning her harder to the bed for her efforts. Not a bad way to start a Sunday morning.

Massage Meme!

Kay Friave, OC, for aaron_agate

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((Sorry, that was me! XD))

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