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Post by Olivia Darling on Oct 26, 2008 1:00:20 GMT -5
She gave him a bit of a headtilt, not sure what he was asking.
"Do I mind... what?"
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Oct 26, 2008 1:02:50 GMT -5
He moved around behind her, resting his hands on her shoulders. And, of course, without asking he began massaging her shoulders. She was a pretty girl who was hurting. Of course he'd help.
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Post by Olivia Darling on Oct 26, 2008 1:06:18 GMT -5
She should have guessed. It should have been ingraved in her mind. She was a smart girl afterall, but she just didn't see it coming.
And hnestly? She wasn't complaining.
No, instead she found her eyes drifting shut. She relaxed almost instantly into his strong hands with a soft sigh.
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Oct 26, 2008 1:13:40 GMT -5
He was rather good with his hands. He had practice. What could he say. He was a giver. Of course he would take, but that was after wards.
Right now though he was being nice. And whos to say he didn't enjoy her reaction.
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Post by Olivia Darling on Oct 26, 2008 1:16:57 GMT -5
No, she didn't know this guy, and blah blah blah strangers touching, whatever.
It felt good.
She felt her head fall forward, just a bit, and she sighed again. He certainly was good with his hands. This was so much better than writing an essay.
She made a soft, appreciative noise.
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Oct 26, 2008 1:19:08 GMT -5
He smiled a bit. He appreciated that. The noise. He knew he was doing something right. Not that he doubted it.
He moved his hands a bit lower down her back, still massaging.
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Post by Olivia Darling on Oct 26, 2008 1:24:38 GMT -5
This probably wasn't what Professor Suzuki had meant when she teamed them up. Especially considering they hadn't finished the essay yet. But damn, it felt good. Her shoulder and back had been killing her and he was hitting all the right spots.
She made another noise to let him know just how good he was doing.
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Oct 26, 2008 1:29:40 GMT -5
They'd finish it eventually. They had time. And it's difficult to do if you don't feel well. So he was just helping the essay.
He smiled a bit more. Not that she'd see it.
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Post by Olivia Darling on Oct 26, 2008 1:38:19 GMT -5
Yes, the essay.
Olivia didn't know he was smiling and she didn't know he was enjoying it as much as she was.
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Oct 26, 2008 1:42:21 GMT -5
He moved his hands a bit lower, and leaned down to whisper into her ear.
"Feel better?"
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Post by Olivia Darling on Oct 26, 2008 1:47:29 GMT -5
She couldn't help it. She made that same noise again, feeling her stomach flip. His breath was warm on her ear and God, that accent. Yes, she felt much better.
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Oct 26, 2008 1:53:50 GMT -5
He smirked, continuing what he was doing.
"I'm going to take that as a yes."
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Post by Olivia Darling on Oct 26, 2008 1:57:04 GMT -5
She chuckled a bit, eyes still closed.
"Mhm."
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Post by Aldrick J. Montag on Oct 26, 2008 1:57:39 GMT -5
"Und should I stop?"
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Post by Olivia Darling on Oct 26, 2008 2:03:24 GMT -5
She still didn't open her eyes, but did chuckle again, shaking her head.
It should have been creepy, but it was just so damn sexy.
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