Massage Meme

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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

Comments

[the_gardens_apple]

[Misa's hair cascaded over her shoulder. The room was quiet, so she was taking the chance to read over some of the reports from the harem. Her attendance here had raised a few eyebrows, but she needed the peace and tranquility of the harem. The last week or so had strained her nerves and tried her patience. And honestly if she didn't see her one son for the next six months, she'd count it a victory.

The soft sigh caught her attention though. As head concubine, it was her duty, and honor, to provide all sorts of services to anyone with access to the harem. Putting her papers down, she flowed to her feet and turned.

Her eyebrow crawled up her forehead. She had wondered where her husband was. He looked a little disheveled. Instead of saying anything, she simply motioned to the table and with a flick of her wrist, held out a towel for him to wrap around his waist.]

[speciosus_lenocinium]

[Oh he enjoyed that look. It was almost enough to wipe some of the tired from his expression. He took the offered towel gratefully, shedding his clothing with a little less than his normal grace and wrapping the towel around his hips. Still forming bruises mar his skin, though there's nothing on his face.]

Thank you my love.

[Lucifer laid out on the table, face down. He doesn't even rove his wife's body with his eyes.]

[the_gardens_apple]

[A brief frown pulled her brows down before she smoothed it out. Her eyes roved over her selection of oils and pulled out the orange jasmine. It would soothe his muscles and gentle his mind.

She warmed the oil in her hands, and started with his fingers.]

Does this have anything to do with Father telling me to handle you and me being too busy with Byakuya?

[She kept her voice low and soothing. Her fingers were gentle and cautious in her work.]

[speciosus_lenocinium]

[His knuckles where bruised on his right hand, and his left bore a bruise at his wrist from blocking a blow, and he let out a breath.]

Michael was bored, so he was volunteered.

[His voice held more than an hint of sulk. Yes, he'd been too much a smart ass but even his wings ached.]

[the_gardens_apple]

[She huffed out a sigh. She was trying not to laugh at him. The call from Father had coincided with a long drawn-out argument with their son. She hadn't been able to leave to handle her husband.

Her hands worked up his arm. Gently, the oil warmed to his skin and her fingers. She blew a breath over his hand, cooling the slightly.]

And why did Father call me?

[She twisted her head and flung her hair across his back.]

[speciosus_lenocinium]

[Laughter would not be met well. More than stiff muscles and bruised skin, his pride is bruised.]

It doesn't matter now, it's handled.

[Lucifer's eyes are closed, head laying back.]

[the_gardens_apple]

[She sighed. Ghosting her breath over the oil left on his skin, she continued her ministrations. Her fingers dug deep into his muscles, working on the knots.]

Well, when we're done here, you can go handle your son.

[Because Misa was still annoyed by their son's attitude. She smiled, flicking her head to feather her hair over his skin.]

After I'm done, of course.

[She loved teasing him.]

[speciosus_lenocinium]

Do I have to?

[ Misa don't make him do things. ]

I could just stay here and rest. Give you quiet time.

[the_gardens_apple]

[Her fingers press deep into his muscles, pressing through the aches, through the pain. Her hair ghosts over his legs, tangling slightly, but staying in place. She smiles a bit.]

I suppose it can wait, though it may mean more work for us later. He is far too much his father's son. Schemes and plans everywhere.

[She pours a bit of warm oil over his arm, beginning to work it into his fingertips.]

[speciosus_lenocinium]

[ He groaned lowly, partly pleasure, partly pain, partly something in-between. ]

Surely there's a place between 'speak to within the twelve hours' and 'speak to in a few weeks' ?

[the_gardens_apple]

[She hears the noise and continues what she's doing. They've done this too many times for Misa not to know how much to work the oil into his skin, or how hard to press on sore and tired muscles.

She hums a bit, her mind going over the meeting with their son, and then shrugs. If it becomes more, then they can interfere, but Lucifer's talk with Byakuya can wait.]

It can wait until you're able to walk again. Unless you plan on lounging around for a month or two.

[speciosus_lenocinium]

[ He's grateful for this, for all their years together, and how well his wife knows how to soothe him. ]

Sounds like a plan.

[the_gardens_apple]

[Misa chuckles, her fingers kneading deep.]

I don't think the girls, or Crowley, will let you lounge around for a month or two.

[She flicks her eyes to look up at him, but doesn't lean any closer.]

And I would most certainly grow bored.

[speciosus_lenocinium]

Crowley certainly wouldn't, no.

[ He sighed - he doesn't want a vacation, but he could do without handling Michael when he's in a similar mood as Lucifer. ]

I would hate for you to grow bored.

[the_gardens_apple]

[She digs her fingers deep into his shoulders, able to feel his wings, even if she can only see their shadows. Watching the feathers quiver, she works on the knots.]

You would get bored as well. We tried to take a vacation for a week remember? The pit fiends got loose.

[And that had necessitated both of them donning weapons and going and herding them back home. Pit fiends aren't stupid... they're just a little dense and monofocused.]

Was Michael in a mood? I haven't felt you this knotted since we put on the display for the children once.

[speciosus_lenocinium]

[ Lucifer arches and flexes into her hands - he's not always the best patient, and in fact be quite selfish in using other's time, but that's never to say he isn't grateful. ]

Well, then at least I wasn't bored.

[ Irked, but not bored. ]

Not that he would admit to, but given I'm fairly certain he has nail prints in his palms, I would say he is.

[the_gardens_apple]

[She snorts, pressing him back into the table. His arching is from pleasure, but she does need to work.]

No, but we never did get to finish our vacation.

[She sighs.]

Margali, or one of his pet projects, do you know?

[speciosus_lenocinium]

[ He can arch from pleasure and still let her work!

Not that he objects to being pressed back into the table.. ]

True.

[ He sighs. ]

All of the above, plus more I don't know.

[the_gardens_apple]

[Mis reaches for more oil, and climbs onto the table next to his knees, her balance a bit precarious. However, she's done this so many times, she knows how to without too much trouble.

Her fingers press deep, working over the wing joints out of long familiarity.]

I blame my sister. Obviously, she's spent far too much time with the children and now they've all decided that we may be who we are, but we should go grey because they haven't shortened our lives enough.

[Misa is having mom issues about their children... and several others. And taking it out on his back.]

[speciosus_lenocinium]

[ Lucifer groans, not minding her taking it out on him too much. ]

Well I'll just pass that onto her then, when I see her next.

[ Unlikely, really, he's just responding in that 'you make noise' way. Currently he's simply too focused on what his wife is doing to really care - and Misa won't take advantage of that, at least not in a way he'll mind.]

[the_gardens_apple]

[Misa snorts indelicately. He won't. He probably won't even remember.

She leans forward and brushes her lips against his cheek.]

Of course you will dear.

[She loves patronizing him sometimes.]

[speciosus_lenocinium]

[ He'll remember. After a fashion. Like in the next decade when something somewhat similar comes up.

He makes a soft sound that's neither sigh or a moan, but appreciative none the less. ]

So how bad does my shoulder look? I don't think there is any bark ground into it.

[the_gardens_apple]

Bruised.

[She's been delicate with it, since it does look painful.]

You're going to want to ice it a bit later. The scrapes seem superficial at least.

You and Mike really took it out on one another, didn't you?

[speciosus_lenocinium]

Lovely.

[ It is painful, though he's had worse. And it's going to darken further before it starts to heal. ]

I will. Iced it before I came here, actually.

[ He released a slow breath. ]

If didn't start out that way. Just ended there.

[the_gardens_apple]

Hmm.

[Misa drops off the edge of the table and searches through her many ointments and unguents. She comes up with a small bottle and settles on the edge of the table on her knees again.

This is a thicker ointment that she smears on with only the tips of her fingers. She eases it over the bruises and scrapes. Normally, he could simply heal himself, but the injuries inflicted by another archangel always last the longest.

She leaves the sweet smelling ointment to soak into his sore muscles, turning her attention to his legs.]

Did you leave Mike to Rafe's ministrations? It would serve him right.