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[When you're dead and set to spend the rest of eternity in a dreambubble, there is a lot of downtime, which might explain why the Handmaid is pouring tea for the Psiioniic right now. Scratch taught her a lot of things like this, things that she never used or paid attention to, much to his chagrin. Generally, that meant that she wouldn't be doing this at all, just out of principle, but none of that really seems to matter anymore. And anyway, the Psiioniic was probably the one to ask for tea in the first place. She settles down next to him, handing him a mug.]

There.

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[He nods, motioning for her to turn around.]

[So she does, fiddling with the hem of her dress a little nervously. This entire thing has involved a lot more trust than she's used to.]

[He knows that look, and puts his hands on her shoulders when she turns around.]

We're dead. We can afford to deal out a little more trutht than what we're uthed to.

[She flushes, nodding in response. He's right, of course, but she's a little embarrassed that he picked up on that so easily.]

Sorry.

It'th alright.

[He smiles, just slightly, and begins to massage her shoulders.

He isn't that good at this.]

[It doesn't really matter. Just the affectionate gesture paired with that smile is enough to make her relax, and she sighs contentedly, leaning into his touch.]

[He's okay with that. He'll try to do better though, maybe forgoing using his hands in favor of using his psionics to reach in and massage the tenseness.]

[Oh, that's... Certainly different. Different in a really amazing way, and she shivers involuntarily. He's such a cheater.]

[He is such a cheater when he can. And he doesn't mind being such a cheater here, when it's obvious Handmaid is enjoying it. Except maybe he'll move a little further, from the shoulders, to her spine and lower back...]

[Yeah, she's starting not to care, too, and she closes her eyes as she relaxes. At least until he reaches her lower back, when she sucks in a deep breath, because she was really not expecting him to go that far down. Not that she... Minds...]

[Fortunately, (or maybe unfortunately) that's as far as he goes. He doesn't go any further down, just keeps to the space he's already mapped out of her back...

Unless she asked him to, that is.]

[She stays quiet for a while, content to just let him do whatever he wants, and too shy to ask for anything else. Finally, though, she works up the courage to speak up, even if her voice is quiet.]

You can... Keep going. If you want to.

[DID SHE REALLY JUST SAY THAT? HOW EMBARRASSING.]

...

Oh.

[Well then. He will keep going... just a little further down. His hands drift down past her hips, the pulsing of his massage moving down with his hands.]

[She relaxes again, melting into him and letting out a pleased noise. She is totally 0kay with this.]

[He relishes the sound, very bluntly feeling up her ass at this point and leaning in close against her back.]

Tell me if I go too far.

[Wow, so much for being shy. Her cheeks are flushed again, but to be honest she is kind of enjoying this.]

I will.

[I guess you could say he's a bit...

bipolar.]

Alright.

[His hands shift to her hips again, gently rubbing the skin there, as he moves his hands to her upper thighs. This is getting to be less of a back-rub than an everything-rub.]

[She shifts, pressing her back against his chest and letting out a quiet, pleased sound. Then she turns to kiss him on the cheek. Is he okay with... maybe making out again...]

[Yes. Yes he totally is okay with making out again.]

[Oh okay good. She is so bad at this. She reaches up to turn his head toward her and kiss him again, and this time, she's not quite as hesitant. The angle is a little awkward, but she is totally 0kay with this.]

[Awkward angles are honestly the least of his concerns. Right now, his focus is more on keeping the kiss going, and contently keeping his hands on her thighs. ]

[She turns just a bit, enough to make things easier but not so much that he has to let go of her. She slips one arm around him, teeth scraping against his lower lip softly.]

[He grins into the kiss, just slightly, and licks against her lip teasingly when he has the chance to. It's not like she has to keep facing the wrong way. She could sit on his lap too...]

[She didn't want to push it too far again, but when he licks her lip she shivers and turns to pull herself into his lap anyway. She wraps her arms around him properly now, deepening the kiss.]

[His hands don't leave her front, however, settling on her stomach and slowly rising up... Boobs are his goal, here.]