Touch Me, Kiss Me
"Voxden?"
"Mmmm?" His satisfied purr only has his smiling teeth feel all the nicer against her bare neck. Rise giggles, if a bit tiredly, as he carts her up the stairs their apartment like she's some stolen bride. He's no bodybuilder, but for whatever reason, he doesn't seem too bothered by either her weight or the length of the stairs.
"What are you doing?"
"Making you feel beterrrrrrr." His mouth moves to her jawbone. "I got a plan and everything."
"Really?" She smiles at him. Behind his glasses, his eyes shine.
"Oh, baby, you know I mean it." And then he pulls her all the closer for a deep kiss, even as he reaches the landing and spins around. Shrieking with laughter, Rise let's him cart her into their apartment, all the way to their bedroom. She has a feeling she knows what he wants to do when he tosses her onto the bed. She feels it's confirmed when he crawls onto the bed with her and tries to hide the unbuttoning of her shirt with lots of kisses and nibbles on her neck. Sighing, she presses her palm against his face and pushes him away.
"I'm tired, Voxden. I don't feel like it."
"Rise!" Voxden makes the perfect dramatic gasp. "Would I ever try and ravage you?" She just smiles and rolls her head to the side, hair splayed around her. Pausing, he narrows his eyes and puckers his lips in his 'thinking face'. "...Okay, you're kind of making it hard, but I'm being honest." With a loud whine, he lies on her. "Don't you trust me?"
He's making the wounded puppy face, and Rise has to bite back more laughter. Instead, she just wiggles away from him. "Alright, but no funny business."
Grinning, Voxden makes quick work of her shirt, tossing it haphazardly to the floor before he rolls her onto her stomach. There's no hesitation as he lays his hands on her bare skin. "Did you know," he whispers into her ear as he stradles her hips, "that doctors are pretty keen when it comes to the human body?"
"I should hope so." Rise smiles at Voxden's usually teasing and flirtateous tone. Suddenly, his hands seem to press in just the right spot and she gives a little gasp.
"See?" He seems positively delighted and his hands roam some more, pressing and kneading everywhere, destroying the kinks in her back. "Mmmm, make a noise like that again, Rise. You know I can't resist."
Just to be a tease, she complies. It's not really a hard thing to do; for whatever reason, Voxden seems to know the perfect places to massage her at. He certainly seems happy with it; she can tell from the curve of his lips when he lays kisses down her spine. He's also not particularly shy, such as when he reaches down to grab her rear teasingly and earns a squeal. Of course, she had known that ever since she had started to date him.
He's doing something simply amazing to the area between her shoulder blades, earning more sighs, gasps, and soft moans, when Rise notices something through half lidded eyes. Opening her eyes fully, Rise raises her head slightly in surprise, making Voxden stop.
Leaning against the doorframe, Zoey blinks her eyes innocently. Taking the half gnawed on heart lollipop out of her mouth, she gives a polite smile. Rise can't help but focus on the fact that her lips are now a bright cherry red. "I apologize. I didn't mean to interrupt anything. You can continue on if you'd like. I am perfectly content to simply sit here." A moment of silence. She looks almost disappointed and shifts her leg, although she seems to be avoiding the left one. "Oh. You won't, then?"
Rolling her eyes but still smiling, Rise gestures for Zoey to come closer. "Come here. Did you have a nice day at the garage?" To her and Voxden's alarm, Zoey has a slight limp as she walks over to them. Instantly, they both sit up. "What's wrong?" Rise asks in worry, even as Voxden says, matter of factly, "If you have a name, I have a baseball bat."
Falling onto the bed, Zoey shakes her head. "It's alright, I just pulled a muscle at work or some such silly thing." She pouts and looks down at her leg. "It's such a nuisance, truly." What she doesn't notice is the sly smiles her lovers exchange from behind her. Before she can even think twice, she's suddenly pulled back and into Voxden's arms, which fold over her chest securely. Rise ignores Zoey's surprised squeak, instead preferring to peel off the shorter woman's pants and revealing electric blue underwear and, more importantly, Zoey's pale legs.
"So where do I start?" she asks Voxden as she extends one of those legs over her shoulder. From within Voxden's grasp, Zoey just blinks, wide eyed.
"Just start low and work your way up..." With his eager, cheerful instruction, Rise begins massaging Zoey's legs. She's more than happy to learn, after all, and it's quite worth it to see Zoey's eyes slip nearly shut, lips parted to let loose little noises of apprecition for each touch. After a while, when Rise leans forward between Zoey's legs, she earns a soft kiss for her efforts. "Did you like?" she asks sweetly, right by Zoey's ear.
Thin arms wrap around her neck, and Zoey makes a nice deep hum. "I liked it very much." As they push themselves back up, she looks back over at Voxden. Their boyfriend seems quite happy with the whole thing, and beams at her stare. "Where did you learn to do that, Voxden?"
"I have this cousin who's training to be a massage chick thing," he says dismissively. Did you like it? Huh, did ya, huh?"
"It was very nice," Rise tells him, leaning in to peck his check. When she pulls back, she and Zoey trade glances. Finally, a sly smile appears on her face. "But you've done all this for us..."
Zoey taps her lips, positively devious. "Yet we haven't done anything for you."
And before the redhead can even say 'massage parlor', he's pounced.
