Oh, fuck him, of course he’d be good at hand massages too. Darlington’s good at everything he touches.
Even at a base level, even before that demonic fire took anchor, his body still ran hot. (She remembers that, from sharing a bed with him at Black Elm.) So his hands cup around hers and his palms warm her chapped, chilled skin and his thumbs dig into the sore muscles and she, involuntarily, makes a helpless little noise of pleasure.
Embarrassed by it, by how she can feel herself practically melting into Darlington’s hands, she finds herself saying something instead. Something to fill up that space between them; some reminder of her own pain to sting her into alertness, like picking at her old scabs.
“I could never afford to get a massage,” Alex confesses. “My mom was big on acupuncture, but I never got it — just sticking your whole body with needles, what the fuck — but I only got a massage the once. Hellie and I stole some of Len’s money and had a whole-body spa day. Like a treatyoself thing. It was great.”
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Even at a base level, even before that demonic fire took anchor, his body still ran hot. (She remembers that, from sharing a bed with him at Black Elm.) So his hands cup around hers and his palms warm her chapped, chilled skin and his thumbs dig into the sore muscles and she, involuntarily, makes a helpless little noise of pleasure.
Embarrassed by it, by how she can feel herself practically melting into Darlington’s hands, she finds herself saying something instead. Something to fill up that space between them; some reminder of her own pain to sting her into alertness, like picking at her old scabs.
“I could never afford to get a massage,” Alex confesses. “My mom was big on acupuncture, but I never got it — just sticking your whole body with needles, what the fuck — but I only got a massage the once. Hellie and I stole some of Len’s money and had a whole-body spa day. Like a treatyoself thing. It was great.”