[ Yes, and he'll have to deal with the impression he's made on Angela, as well. For better or for worse.
The second he'd so much as offer, she may laugh. Not maliciously so; that wasn't in her. But surprised, delighted, and who would she be to turn him down? A weak protest and she couldn't argue beyond, and the whole time she'll think about what a good man he is and wonder how he can't see it. The truth is Angela copes better; she may work hard and she wouldn't deny it, but she knows how to take care of herself, as well. How to unwind at the end of the day and set aside the ill feelings, for the most part, and move forward.
Hopefully she can impart some of that on Snake. If not physically soothing, the way she is now, then by teaching him her methods, heels of her hands kneading solid muscle as gently as possible, working deeper. Moreso once she's clearing his ribcage, the tender places close to his organs, where a well-placed blow could do real damage. He tenses reflexively but she's careful. Starting easy and working into it, especially here. So long as he's still enjoying it and she isn't infringing too far, she'll draw it out as long as she can. He mentions fresh-caught fish and she smiles with her brow to his spine, pushing lower. ]
That's right, Alaska must have had a lot. Was it salmon? [ There should be no question she's enjoying this, enjoying him. ] But that's a shame, I'm sorry to hear that. Unless I could take that as a sign that I have a chance.
[ "Before you showed up" could go either way, really. But there's a smile in her tone, at least until it's warming further to his name. If there was an expression one made that could be the equivalent of a stagger, it flashes across his face. Then he almost looks guilty. For what?
She works down, thumbs dipping into the dimples at the base of his spine, slender fingers brushing along his sides. She'll incline her head to acknowledge his preference with a little hum, understanding at least to some degree what it meant. This indulgence of his, allowing his name on her lips. He twists away from the easy reach of her hands but she was nearly finished anyway, settling into stroking lightly, the drag of her nails up along his spine, giving herself a break just as much as his tired muscles worked rough. ]
Hm? Oh, I don't know. It's nothing too flashy. Gentle and unobtrusive, like an old friend. Nothing as image-provoking as Angela. Does that sound strange?
[ To essentially say he has a plain name, but to be so endeared. Yet it's something he can shape himself, not something that shapes him. It's pleasant in all the right ways, and unique. She doesn't know a single David until now. She'll give him a little nudge to straighten back out, and then: ]
How does that feel? Anywhere else I can ply before I try to bundle you off for some sleep?
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The second he'd so much as offer, she may laugh. Not maliciously so; that wasn't in her. But surprised, delighted, and who would she be to turn him down? A weak protest and she couldn't argue beyond, and the whole time she'll think about what a good man he is and wonder how he can't see it. The truth is Angela copes better; she may work hard and she wouldn't deny it, but she knows how to take care of herself, as well. How to unwind at the end of the day and set aside the ill feelings, for the most part, and move forward.
Hopefully she can impart some of that on Snake. If not physically soothing, the way she is now, then by teaching him her methods, heels of her hands kneading solid muscle as gently as possible, working deeper. Moreso once she's clearing his ribcage, the tender places close to his organs, where a well-placed blow could do real damage. He tenses reflexively but she's careful. Starting easy and working into it, especially here. So long as he's still enjoying it and she isn't infringing too far, she'll draw it out as long as she can. He mentions fresh-caught fish and she smiles with her brow to his spine, pushing lower. ]
That's right, Alaska must have had a lot. Was it salmon? [ There should be no question she's enjoying this, enjoying him. ] But that's a shame, I'm sorry to hear that. Unless I could take that as a sign that I have a chance.
[ "Before you showed up" could go either way, really. But there's a smile in her tone, at least until it's warming further to his name. If there was an expression one made that could be the equivalent of a stagger, it flashes across his face. Then he almost looks guilty. For what?
She works down, thumbs dipping into the dimples at the base of his spine, slender fingers brushing along his sides. She'll incline her head to acknowledge his preference with a little hum, understanding at least to some degree what it meant. This indulgence of his, allowing his name on her lips. He twists away from the easy reach of her hands but she was nearly finished anyway, settling into stroking lightly, the drag of her nails up along his spine, giving herself a break just as much as his tired muscles worked rough. ]
Hm? Oh, I don't know. It's nothing too flashy. Gentle and unobtrusive, like an old friend. Nothing as image-provoking as Angela. Does that sound strange?
[ To essentially say he has a plain name, but to be so endeared. Yet it's something he can shape himself, not something that shapes him. It's pleasant in all the right ways, and unique. She doesn't know a single David until now. She'll give him a little nudge to straighten back out, and then: ]
How does that feel? Anywhere else I can ply before I try to bundle you off for some sleep?