The "Massage" Drabble
SYNOPSIS: Even more self-shipping indulgence in which Ghi.accio insists on helping Lumaca work out the knots in her back muscles.
Word Count: 857
Trigger Warnings: Some Mildly Suggestive Themes (Though Nothing Explicit)
The sound of the door clicking open alerted Ghiaccio to Lumaca’s presence.
“Ghiaccio, I’m home!” he heard her call out just before he heard her faintly groan.
The sound made his heart sink.
Something was wrong.
After closing the laptop, he hurried over to meet her in the entrance hall, and, as soon as she was in reach, both of his hands cupped her cheeks. His eyes met hers and he took quick notice of the worn-out expression in her eyes.
“Lumaca, you look like you’re in pain,” he said as he scanned her body for signs of wounds. “Did someone hurt you? Are you alright?”
She smiled as her own hand rested over one of his hands.
“I’m okay,” she responded. “My back and shoulders have just been feeling tense. Don’t worry, it’ll pass sooner or later.”
He watched her involuntarily wince and decided that he should, in fact, worry.
Even though she had become more open to him over the past months, she was still so good at hiding her discomfort. It must’ve been pretty bad if she was at least admitting to it.
Ghiaccio knew what he had to do.
“Well, I’m not about to let my girlfriend suffer,” he insisted, his hands moving to wrap around her waist. “Besides, when was the last time you’ve let yourself relax a little? Let me help you... p-please.”
Lumaca blinked at what he was implying.
“Are you sure you…?” she began to protest, but she stopped the minute she saw the expression in his eyes; persistent but slightly softened by his worry.
She knew she couldn’t say no to those eyes.
“Alright, if you insist,” she hummed. “But I’ll need to return the favor somehow.”
“You loving me is enough,” he responded, giving her lips a quick kiss before letting go of her hips. “Let’s go to the couch.”
Within the next minute, they were both sitting on the couch with her situated between his legs. She even made it easier for him to reach her back by pulling out her ponytail and retying it into a bun. Though he was thankful for the gesture, he was going to need a little more exposure.
He tugged at the bottom of her shirt.
“Can I?” he muttered.
She blushed and nodded in response. Without another word, he lifted up her shirt just enough so that her back was exposed to him.
His fingers traced along her spine and the blades of her shoulders, making her shiver.
“This might feel pretty weird because these muscles are really tense,” he continued. “But I swear you’re going to feel good once I get into it.”
“You’ve done this before?” she asked.
“Only on myself.” Ghiaccio’s thumbs kneaded against a knot in her muscles. “I mentioned it before but White Album is heavier than it looks and can be strenuous on my muscles. I’ve never had anyone I trusted enough to help me in that regard before you… In fact, you’ve become the first person I trust enough to touch me in any meaningful way.”
“Aww, honey,” she couldn’t stop herself from cooing.
That word and the way she said them made his own body tense up.
“I could say the same about y-!!” Lumaca began to add to her reply when suddenly, her head tilted up and she inhaled sharply.
“Shit.” He lifted his thumbs off of the spot. “Was that too hard? I thought this knot looked pretty tight, but-”
“No, no,” she insisted. “That felt… really nice.”
Underneath his hands, he suddenly felt her skin heating up.
He couldn’t stop himself from smirking.
“Yeah?” he muttered into her ear. “Then brace yourself; that won’t be the last time it’s going to feel ‘really nice'.”
For the next few minutes, his hands worked themselves into her back and shoulder tissue, all while her eyes closed at the relief of the pressure that had built up there. It even reached a point where his movements caused her to involuntarily lean her head against his shoulder. Though it made it a little harder for him to massage, the joy this gesture made him feel outweighed everything else.
Finally, he gently ran his fingers along her back again to make sure he didn’t miss anything. When she didn’t react to his touch, he asked, “How do you feel?”
“Much better,” she sighed. “Thank you so much, love.”
“It’s…” he mumbled with a faint blush dusting his cheeks. “It’s no trouble at all.”
As soon as she had her body turned completely around, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him on the lips, a gesture he gladly returned with his hands going to her hips.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to return the favor?” she asked, her voice gently brushing against his mouth. “I really don’t mind.”
Ghiaccio noted that Lumaca's eyes looked so eager to give him that kind of affection right back. It was such a cute expression on her; how could he say no to those eyes?
Before he could stop himself, he smiled at her and removed his glasses.
“Only if you want to.”
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