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"Pictures would be good," he agreed.
"It's... it's nothing," she protested, shaking her head slightly as more tears fell down her cheeks. "I just... I really gotta go practice, okay?"
"I know," he said as they entered the main room. Aisling looked concerned, sitting up slightly in her chair. Ellis noticed and came over to her....
"Well, you look at the menu, I suppose."
There were tears on her face as he looked back, but she wiped them away hastily as he turned to look, avoiding his gaze.
He laughed, looking up at her as they approached the entrance. "This is a big deal for you." * * * She rolled her eyes, draping her legs over...
"You are female, yes."
She nodded, retreating to continue her work slowly, at this point mostly just rubbing small circles in his back. "I should probably go...
He stood up after a moment, starting off again. His hair smelled of something vaguely citrus. Lemongrass, maybe. "How's it feel to be above six...
He looked baffled by this. "I don't think I follow."
"Are you okay?" she murmured after a while, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. "This isn't hurting at all, is it?"
"Yeah. Come on," he said flatly. * * * "That's embarrassing for you."
They were led to their table and August considered Aspen with confusion in his eyes. "A madam?"
She continued to massage him slowly, pressing her thumb gently into sore spots and relieving tension all across his back, pausing occasionally to...
He squinted before stopping and kneeling down in front of her. "Fine." * * * She laughed lightly, shaking her head. "Isn't it?"
"I think it definitely does."
She took a deep breath at his words, closing her eyes for a moment before leaning down and kissing his spine gently. "I love you too."
"Then maybe you should grow taller, Ms. Blaise." * * * "I just need something to compare your thought process to," she explained.
Her fingers traced his spine slowly before she moved along his skin, pressing down on points and smoothing out knots carefully and systematically....
"Well, if you were to be faster, I wouldn't have to slow down." * * * "Hm. How would you describe your voice?"
