Backrubs
Continued from Here: With @drorah-walks
D'rorah smirked at Rumple’s response. "Oh, I imagine we will find all sorts of ways to… worship one another.“
She expected the tension when she reached the base of Rumple’s wings and worked carefully until it was released so she could focus her attentions in that area a bit more deeply.
"I have had a fair amount of practice… both giving and receiving.” Both, she felt, were helpful experiences for anyone who wanted to give to others. It was difficult to give that which one had not had some experience of receiving. Not impossible, but certainly more difficult. She worked tense muscles patiently, going deep without relying on the sort of brute force others might use to penetrate into tense areas. D'rorah was of the opinion that massage should leave the recipient relaxed and relieved, not aching and exausted.
“You seem like someone who is likely far more familiar with giving.”
A playful grin crossed Rumple's face for a moment as she murmured. “Oh no doubt we will.” A faint groan came from her as her muscles finally relaxed around her wings and she sank back down a bit while one wing moved back a bit as though to brush along D'rorah's arm.
Ears twitching a bit Rumple nodded. “I enjoy both sides to be honest, but I am indeed more familiar with giving. Simply how things go more often then not for what ever reason.” Voice relaxed and body following along quickly there was no note of complaint at all in the Fae woman's voice as she was perfectly happy either way.
Going quiet for a moment her voice came once more in a contemplative murmur. “Part of it is likely that there are few people I'd trust enough to allow certain liberties with. I can be a paranoid thing at times.” Turning her head a bit to glance back at D'rorah a faint little smile came to her. “I trust you with quite a lot.” A quiet admission, but one that meant a good amount coming from Rumple.
