SunshinewithHurricane on ff.net asked for anything with Tecna/Timmy so I went with a shoulder rub
“Something wrong with your back?” Tecna asked when Timmy shifted beside her for the umpteenth time.
They’d been at their computers for hours, trying to work out a way to upgrade the ship so it could better handle inter-dimensional space travel. Timmy sighed and rolled his neck a little, lifting his shoulders up and down.
“My shoulders actually,” he said on an exhale before attempting to reach around to press into the aching spot between his shoulder blades.
Tecna hummed sympathetically. “Understandable,” she said. “We’ve probably been sitting down too long. You know, most healing professionals recommend a short break every hour during which you should stand from your desk and stretch out.”
“I don’t suppose taking a break now would work,” Timmy said, a touch of self-deprecation in his voice as he leaned back in his chair.
“Unfortunately not,” Tecna replied, before getting to her feet and making her way to stand behind him. “But this might.”
Timmy jumped a little when her hands settled on his shoulders.
“You’re very stiff,” Tecna noted with a frown, as she slowly started to manipulate his muscles with her hands.
“Uh, yeah, I guess,” Timmy said, making an effort to relax under her touch. It wasn’t unpleasant, far from it actually, but his and Tecna’s friendship had never been characterised by such casual touch like this and this was far from within his usual area of comfort. “You’re giving me a massage?”
“Purely for therapeutic purposes,” Tecna said neutrally after a long pause.
“Right, right,” Timmy said before biting back a noise of bliss as Tecna worked a knot out of his shoulder. “You’re pretty good at this, you know?”
“Thank you,” Tecna said, smiling even though Timmy couldn’t see it. “Are your shoulders feeling a little better?”
“Yeah,” Timmy said, rolling his neck again with more ease this time. “Much better.”
“I’m glad,” Tecna said, but she didn’t immediately pull her hands away and neither did Timmy move away.
Timmy twisted in his seat to glance up at Tecna, and her fingers tapped out a nervous rhythm on his shoulder.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Timmy. Anytime.”
And feeling bolder than he usually might, Timmy swallowed roughly and said, “And if you ever find yourself in a similar situation, I’d be happy to return the favour.”
And Tecna sounded a little breathless as she replied, “I might just take you up on that.”
