PHOEBE
Phoebe chose to ignore his insistance he be given no leeway. He was her friend. He was her bouncer. She would trust him with his actions under the circumstances. Harper was by no means a "violent" man by her definition, so if he resorted to it, she trusted there would be a good reason for it.
"Who said this had anything to do with an injury?" Phoebe said. On his bedside table she set up a little insence burner, lighting a stick that would release a calming aroma. "First of all, you're my friend and you're having a hard time. You need a little pampering and I am happy to give it. Second, you're my employee and I take care of my employees. A good massage to relax the muscles can help prevent injury." she said as she set out the various oils she would be using. Phoebe stepped over to his window and opened it wide. The sound of the ocean waves could be heard, and they were a soothing, predictable rhythm.
Then, likely much to his dismay, she came back to the bed and clambered up, straddling his hips so she could be at the best possible angle and use her weight to help. Phoebe chose the types of oils she would use carefully, mostly sandalwood and fir balsam. Firstly, for their calming and rejuvenating properties, and secondly because they were more masculine she thought than lavendar or orchid. Rubbing them together in her hands to warm them she set to work, carefully targeting specific muscle groups as she went.
"Who said this had anything to do with an injury?" Phoebe said. On his bedside table she set up a little insence burner, lighting a stick that would release a calming aroma. "First of all, you're my friend and you're having a hard time. You need a little pampering and I am happy to give it. Second, you're my employee and I take care of my employees. A good massage to relax the muscles can help prevent injury." she said as she set out the various oils she would be using. Phoebe stepped over to his window and opened it wide. The sound of the ocean waves could be heard, and they were a soothing, predictable rhythm.
Then, likely much to his dismay, she came back to the bed and clambered up, straddling his hips so she could be at the best possible angle and use her weight to help. Phoebe chose the types of oils she would use carefully, mostly sandalwood and fir balsam. Firstly, for their calming and rejuvenating properties, and secondly because they were more masculine she thought than lavendar or orchid. Rubbing them together in her hands to warm them she set to work, carefully targeting specific muscle groups as she went.
and then there's me, always waiting for you
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
