She nodded vigorously, sitting down on one of the benches and raising up a leg to peek from the water, her foot pointed towards him as she gave him the most innocent smile, slightly bent forward to make it so that her breasts were still at least barely covered by the foam. He sighed, clearly putting on an act for her, but immediately got closer, starting to work on her feet with expert movements, a proof that, for all his smug boasting, he did have the skills to back up his claims. Fingers skillfully dug in the plant of her feet, a pleasant sensation made even stronger by the heat, and once she delicately prodded him in the chest with her other foot he dutifully turned to it, doing his best to look cross the whole time. Despite her satisfied sounds, his hands quickly travelled up her calf, and, in response to her raised eyebrow, he gave a shrug. “The price, of course, is not just for a foot massage. Even I wouldn’t dare to ask for so much for that, and anyone who does is certainly trying to rob you…” A reprimanding look was shot at her, which caused her to blink in confusion. Really, he was treating her like a child! Would he ever stop hinting at how she was letting that stranger charm her into losing all of her money at cards? That was a mistake anyone could’ve made. “No, I offer you a full body massage. Enough to leave you feeling lighter than you ever did for at least a couple of days. Unless you manage to find your way into a pit filled with steam centurions, and in that case even my astonishing abilities couldn’t help you. But you already knew that, didn’t you?”
She shifted uncomfortably, but not because of his touch; no matter how much she tried to outdo him, he always seemed to be able to turn the game around and put her with her back against the wall. He wanted to see how far she would go, that was clear. And she wasn’t planning to walk away from those ruins without having proven to him that she was both a better mage than him and much bolder than he could ever hope to be. “Of course. Full body.” She shrugged, eyes locked with his. “I was just thinking if you took long enough on them.”
“Do I spy dissatisfaction?” Soft digits pressed into the muscles of her leg, causing a surge of both ache and relief to spread through them. The sounds she was about to let out, she decided, betrayed far too much enjoyment, and so she stifled them, acting indifferent the whole time.
“No, it is fine…” She muttered, casually removing a stray lock of hair from her eyes, and staring at him, studying his features. The look of concentration he wore now did good things to his facial features, softened the smugness that made her want to sneer back at him whenever he spoke. The silence was only lifted by the sounds of machinery, but this time Falanu didn’t miss his sarcastic words. All the challenges she would ever need were being pressed into her skin by gentle hands, and she accepted them all, steeling herself not to flinch at the way butterflies fluttered in her stomach whenever he touched a particularly sensitive spot – behind her knee, the inner thigh, certain spots here and there close to her hips. She turned around when he gestured her to, kneeling on the bench, her bare breasts pressed against the warm walls of the pool, eyes closed as he found every smallest knot in her back and shoulders and smoothed it out. Avoiding to moan in appreciation was getting harder and harder.
It was when he made her turn around again that she started wondering whether she had made a good choice letting him get that far. Even without seeing it, she knew her cheeks were flushed a deep purple, and her chest had to be, too. She could always pretend it was the warmth, as Marcurio himself was sporting a flush on his face, but now that she could feel the slight tugging of her own hardened nipples she wasn’t so sure she could keep up the act of being calm and imperturbable.
Never a moment's rest [part 5]
She shifted uncomfortably, but not because of his touch; no matter how much she tried to outdo him, he always seemed to be able to turn the game around and put her with her back against the wall. He wanted to see how far she would go, that was clear. And she wasn’t planning to walk away from those ruins without having proven to him that she was both a better mage than him and much bolder than he could ever hope to be. “Of course. Full body.” She shrugged, eyes locked with his. “I was just thinking if you took long enough on them.”
“Do I spy dissatisfaction?” Soft digits pressed into the muscles of her leg, causing a surge of both ache and relief to spread through them. The sounds she was about to let out, she decided, betrayed far too much enjoyment, and so she stifled them, acting indifferent the whole time.
“No, it is fine…” She muttered, casually removing a stray lock of hair from her eyes, and staring at him, studying his features. The look of concentration he wore now did good things to his facial features, softened the smugness that made her want to sneer back at him whenever he spoke. The silence was only lifted by the sounds of machinery, but this time Falanu didn’t miss his sarcastic words. All the challenges she would ever need were being pressed into her skin by gentle hands, and she accepted them all, steeling herself not to flinch at the way butterflies fluttered in her stomach whenever he touched a particularly sensitive spot – behind her knee, the inner thigh, certain spots here and there close to her hips. She turned around when he gestured her to, kneeling on the bench, her bare breasts pressed against the warm walls of the pool, eyes closed as he found every smallest knot in her back and shoulders and smoothed it out. Avoiding to moan in appreciation was getting harder and harder.
It was when he made her turn around again that she started wondering whether she had made a good choice letting him get that far. Even without seeing it, she knew her cheeks were flushed a deep purple, and her chest had to be, too. She could always pretend it was the warmth, as Marcurio himself was sporting a flush on his face, but now that she could feel the slight tugging of her own hardened nipples she wasn’t so sure she could keep up the act of being calm and imperturbable.
Which would’ve been most humiliating.