[ He clears the side table and is returning from dumping the mug's contents when James catches the question. His smile is soft, his response apparent. ] Yeah, of course. Do you have oils or even lotion?
[ James grabs the lotion but then turns, s l o w l y, to regard her with faux frustration, and in a falsely strained, near whisper repeats --- ] It has to come off again??!Tck, I don't think I can handle such an absurd requirement, Bela Talbot. (shakes his head) Mm mm mm.
thanks for letting me bring a dorky side to her out :3
[ Oh. He's cute. Which is why she decides to play along with him because it's fun and she thinks he will appreciate it.]
The great James Holden can't handle it? That's too bad. [ There's a mock sigh as Bela slowly peels off the aforementioned shirt, tossing it to one side. ] Oh no. Now it's too far away for me to put it back on again. Whatever shall we do?
[ Feigning a swoon before she falls back against the bed for dramatic effect, closing her eyes. ]
Ugghh, and I have to roll her over? Not at all what I signed up for...
[ This all delivered 'under his breath' as James talks to himself, sighing as he sets down the lotion, sighing as he delicately slides his hands beneath her to then move at a snail's pace to get Bela on her frontside, sighing as he climbs onto the bed and hovers above her. ]
[ Yes, she says this as her eyes remain closed. A smile tugs at Bela's lips as he oh so gently moves her until she's in a better position to get a massage. While they were having fun, it does mean a lot to her that he was being so careful. ]
I'm comfortable, James. Will let you know if that changes, okay?
[ James hums and sits himself on her lower half, though not all of his weight. He gathers Bela's hair to one side, presses a kiss to the bottom of her neck, and loosely braids the strands to keep them out of the way before beginning his attentive, affectionate ministrations. ]
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[ He's at least comforted by the fact that she'll be well off without him, thanks to attentive suitemates.
James rises carefully, mindful of her wound. ]
I'll clean up, unless you want me to leave the tea?
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[ There's plenty more where it came from and she feels like she has had enough for the time being. Maybe her appetite will come back in a while. ]
Is a massage still on the table by the way? Even just my back and shoulders.
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[ He can make it work without, as well. ]
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[She ponders for a moment.]
Lying on my front on the bed should be fine for me. Oh, and the shirt will have to come off. Again.
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thanks for letting me bring a dorky side to her out :3
The great James Holden can't handle it? That's too bad. [ There's a mock sigh as Bela slowly peels off the aforementioned shirt, tossing it to one side. ] Oh no. Now it's too far away for me to put it back on again. Whatever shall we do?
[ Feigning a swoon before she falls back against the bed for dramatic effect, closing her eyes. ]
& thank YOU. I love this about them.
[ This all delivered 'under his breath' as James talks to himself, sighing as he sets down the lotion, sighing as he delicately slides his hands beneath her to then move at a snail's pace to get Bela on her frontside, sighing as he climbs onto the bed and hovers above her. ]
Okay, but more seriously, are you comfortable?
you're welcome! i think it's delightful
[ Yes, she says this as her eyes remain closed. A smile tugs at Bela's lips as he oh so gently moves her until she's in a better position to get a massage. While they were having fun, it does mean a lot to her that he was being so careful. ]
I'm comfortable, James. Will let you know if that changes, okay?
<3 Fade out?
Fade out is perfect <3