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Post by Zaraha on Oct 10, 2010 19:47:42 GMT 12
Gabrielle nodded, taking in his previous statement, green eyes closing as he mentioned her headache, feeling his cool fingers come in contact with her temple. Relaxing slightly, slowly she rubbed her forehead, trying to rid herself of the enlarging ache behind her eyes. "Sure is. I get them frequently though so its no need for concern." Her delicate features furrowed in a wince before she continued. "It'll be over in a minute." Yet even with her cool, calmly composed words, she knew she had never witnessed before a headache that would be this bad in the end.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 11, 2010 12:28:54 GMT 12
With gentle fingers he traced little circles on her temples, an idea coming to mind but he didn't know if she would let him. Deciding to try anyway, not wanting her to be in pain. Dropping his hands, he moved around her and rested the fingers of both hands on the nape of her neck, either side. His thumbs sat on her spine and he slowly pressed in on the muscles, easing them. 'It's been found that certain pressure points, when activated, can relieve headaches.' He said it softly, an explanation of his actions as he massaged the back of her neck.
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Post by Zaraha on Oct 11, 2010 13:49:06 GMT 12
Green eyes moved slowly, following Rafe as he moved around her. It wasnt until he started massaging the back of her neck and she relaxed that she realised that she had been tense. She felt vurlnerable yet his hands felt nice at the nape of her neck, slowly massaging, easing, soothing the pain behind her eyes, even if the relief was only slight. Leaning into his hands softly, green eyes closed, her breath exhaling between slightly parted lips, wanting him to continue and take the pain away. Not wanting to nodd and disrupt his work, Gabrielle spoke quietly instead. "Yeah. Well it seems to work Rafe, thanks."
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 11, 2010 16:53:56 GMT 12
He smiled slightly, something she couldn't see considering he was behind her, and moved a little closer, increasing the pressure slightly with his fingers. Slipping his hands down to rest on her shoulders, he dug his thumbs in, loosening the knots of muscle at the base of her neck and stroking up to the top of her spine, pressing in and easing the tension. 'You're so tense.' He murmured, almost to himself.
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Post by Zaraha on Oct 12, 2010 19:56:06 GMT 12
A soft sigh left her as Rafes nimble hands moved further down her spine, resting on her shoulders. He certainly was good and obviously knew what he was doing. In sitting there, enjoying the feel of his hands at her neck, her mind wandered to when she had ran into him whilst he was in the shower, unable to help seeing his gorgeous body glinstening with water, droplets running into his eyes from his hair. A man like him would have had his fair share of the women, as even his hands worked wonders in a normal neck massage. No wonder he thought she was weird being a virgin at her age. A faint blush tinged her pale, though slightly tanned cheeks as she shook the thoughts from her mind, concertrating on the massage going on behind her, just catching the muttered words but feeling no need to reply to them. He was right though, as she suspected he always was. Gabrielles neck was tight, her back was apparantly in need of clicking too although she wasnt about to bring that up and make a bigger hole for herself.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 13, 2010 10:14:33 GMT 12
As she relaxed into the massage, he caught the faint edges of a blush on the small part of her cheek that he could see. He couldn't take a guess as to why, and didn't say anything about it, knowing it would make her even more uncomfortable.Slowly working his way down her spine, he sighed, stopping and putting his hands on her shoulders, pressing down firmly but gently. 'Lie down, face first. If I'm going to do this I may as well do it properly.' It had been a while since he had been in contact with anyone, let alone done the whole massage routine, but she needed it. Her back was tense, knotted, and her spine needed realignment.
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Post by Zaraha on Oct 13, 2010 10:24:05 GMT 12
Thankful that he didnt mention her embarrassment if he noticed it, Gabrielle turned her head to face him, meeting his unusual coloured eyes with her green ones. Red hair draped over both shoulders and she looked at him for a few seconds before she realised what he was actually talking about. He wanted to massage her back, it occured to her, even though he hadnt generalised his words. Shrugging, Gabrielle moved as to go onto her stomach, sending him a questionging glance over her shoulder. "Will it be easier with the jersey on or off?"
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 13, 2010 10:49:59 GMT 12
Thankful she was complying, he gave her a little smile. 'Uhm.. off would be easier if you don't mind.' He didn't want to make her uncomfortable, but all the wool would sort of negate the point of the massage. Smoothing his hands over her shoulders, he wound one finger into her hair, tugging lightly on the red strand, as she started to lie down like he had asked her.
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Post by Zaraha on Oct 13, 2010 12:13:54 GMT 12
Nodding in acceptance, Gabrielle reached for the bottom of her aquamarine turtleneck, drawing it over her head revealing her white slim strapped singlet and pale, skin, marred directly through the middle of her torso. Chucking the top away, roughly folding it before she did so, Gabrielle stared at first his hand that was playing with her hair, to the strand of hair that was being played with, her green eyes then flicking to his gaze questioningly. Deciding not to push the issue, not knowing what she would think of the answer, knowing he would answer if he so chose to. Lying down on her stomach, her chest pushing into the hard cave floor, she rested her head on her forearms, looking at him.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 13, 2010 12:29:47 GMT 12
Releasing her hair as she dropped down, he let the silky strand run through his fingers before dropping his hand. Moving to his knees beside her, he lightly grasped her wrists, drawing them out into a line, level with her shoulders. 'Take a deep breath and then slowly breathe out. When the air's gone, hold it until I get to the top otherwise this won't work, okay?' Moving down, he placed his hands on the base of her spine, along the hem of her shirt, waiting for her to comply before he started, planning on clicking her spine back into place before he did anything else.
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Post by Zaraha on Oct 13, 2010 21:16:02 GMT 12
Letting him take her hands and place them in the desired position, Gabrielle felt his hands on the base of her spine, slightly glad he had clicked onto the fact that he back was out, though not overly surprised he would see. Relaxing her body, she inhaled before drawing the breath back out her lungs until her body lay almost deflated below his broad, warm hands at the base of her spine. Pinning her head to the side, she could just spot his knee and she knew enough that he would have to reposition as he wouldnt be able to give her the full potential a massage like this could have. It probably wouldnt work from his position at the moment.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 14, 2010 15:32:04 GMT 12
As she did so without complaint, he shifted, high kneeling over her so that other than his hands, the only place he touched her was the insides of his knees, brushing against her hipbones. Raphael slowly began walking his hands up her spine, placing pressure along the vertebrae so they all popped back into place with a series of clicks. For every movement of his hands, there was a click, making him suprised she hadn't had trouble with her back. Getting to the top of her neck, he ran his hands down her spine, lighter this time, checking to make sure he had gotten them all before running a finger over the intricate design on the base of her spine. 'That's pretty, how long have you had it?' The tattoo of a rearing horse was fitted to her back and would most probably move as she did, a true wonder of the tattooing industry. At the same time, he motioned for her to stand, doing so himself. Grabbing a couple of things, he thrust them into her hands, a fluffy navy blue towel and bar of softsoap. 'Go clean yourself off and I'll see what I can do with your back, okay?'
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Post by Zaraha on Oct 14, 2010 19:56:31 GMT 12
Closing her eyes, Gabrielle refused to breathe in until he had finished, sliding his hands back down her back, making her shiver slightly at his light touch. His question startled her slightly, her having forgotten he would see the tattoo that covered the base of her spine. Getting up off the ground and turned to face him, she brushed a strand of red hair out of her face. "A couple of years, it was kinda a spur of the moment thing." Taking the towels with slender hands, she thanked him with a kind smile, heading into the smaller cave holding the waterfall. Not glancing behind her, knowing he wouldnt follow her, Gabrielle neared the waterfall, placing the towel somewhere near the pool. Reaching for the hem of her singlet, she pulled it over her head, her red hair falling down her back as it was removed and discarded next to the towel followed by her jeans, bra and panties, sliding her thin frame into the running water, the pool swishing around her body.
The soap lathered and smelled like lavander and vanilla as she massaged it into her skin, enjoying the clean feeling and the wonderfully renewed feel of her back. The water was cool but she didnt mind for the time being, the water runnning off her pale body, down her spine, and through her hair into the pool of fresh water around her. Being in the shallowest part of the pool she dived under, coming up a way away, twisting her hair to remove a fair amount of the water that dulled its colour, washing the remainders of soap from her body. Turning around, she started back upto where her clothes lay, the water dripping off her onto the dry ground she now stood on, toweling herself off with the navy blue towel. With the fuzzy towel wrapped around her, she picked up her clothes, rolling them all up together she didnt want to put them back on as they were dirty and she felt clean. She didnt know what Rafes reaction to her would be coming out in her towel and so before she could be scared into putting back on her dirty clothes, she walked out of the smaller cave to where Rafe was waiting, glancing at him briefly before walking over and putting her clothes down against the wall. Thinking he would need an explanation, she guestured to the clothes as she turned to face him, "Erm, they're dirty and I uhh would rather wear this towel for the meantime. However if you would rather I put them on thats fine." A red blush tinged her cheeks and neck as she turned her head away.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 15, 2010 12:31:13 GMT 12
As she showered, he went over to his bag and pulled out a couple of small capped bottles, completely sealed. Pulling out a pair of towels, he laid one flat on the ground, then rolled the other up and sat it at the top, before placing the bottles next to it. Hearing first her footsteps then her voice, he glanced over, stilling as soon as he saw her. Shit ... and she thought she was ugly. 'Uhmm... yeah sure, that's fine, whatever you're comfortable with.' He shifted in his position kneeling by the towels, becoming aroused at the sight of her standing there, looking so innocent, and not wanting her to see, knowing she would be embarrassed and uncomfortable.
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Post by Zaraha on Oct 15, 2010 20:17:38 GMT 12
At his answer, Gabrielle smiled softly, the blush dispersing from her pale-ish features, making her green eyes glow. Walking over to him, her feet bare on the hard cavern floor, she noticed almost instantly that he looked uncomfortable, despite his previous words. Green eyes narrowed in concern, reaching him and crouching down on the towel that was set out for her, the already short towel lurking dangerously high on her slim thighs. With one hand in her lap the other reached out and touched him on the upper arm, a questioning look about her features. She would have gone and gotten changed if he had stated that thats what he wanted at the start, yet he had said it was fine and only now starting to look uncomfortable. As much as she hated it, she wanted to know what it was. Her head turned sideways slightly, coppery hair falling over one shoulder in slowly drying yet still wet strands, the towel tucked tightly between her breasts, the puckered scar running between them from her shoulder, the towel dangerously short, yet she was innocent to how she looked for the time being, wanting to know what was bothering Rafe however slight. "Are you ok Rafe? Why would you say you were ok with it if your clearly uncomfortable?"
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