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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 rolls his shoulders and shivers a little.]

Much...

[God, he is just suddenly unabashed with these sounds, huh.]

[Totally, but she's not complaining. She leans forward as her hands slip to his lower back, resting her chin on his shoulder. It's odd how much she craves being close to him, and when she responds, her voice is quiet.]

Good.

[He leans back against her, wanting to touch her all of a sudden. Like a weight's been lifted off of him, at least momentarily.]

I'm glad.

Me too.

[After a second or so, she trails her fingertips up his spine, back to his shoulders.]

[And predictably, he shudders.]

Oh...

[Every time he has a reaction like that, her heart skips a beat. She sighs contentedly, fingers running down his sides this time.]

[He laughs-- just a little, just slightly, and without real sound. It's just a movement of a giggle without the air being breathed out or the sound being made.

Accidentally ticklish?]

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[Oh god that is ridiculously adorable she should really not be finding anything adorable. She stops, looping her arms around him and nuzzling against his neck.]

[He's in enough of a good mood now that he can actually nuzzle back.]

Do you want me to do the thame for you?

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[She blushes all over again when he nuzzles her back, then pauses, considering this for a moment. Why not, right? So she nods, a little shyly.]

[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.