#yoid

“Eh?” Yor startled, eyes widening in surprise. Loid almost jerked his arm back. “Sorry, I should have asked-”

Yor suddenly seemed to…well, melt. Her eyes drooped closed as her shoulders slumped, a soft sigh escaping her lips. “Whatever you're doing, please…don’t stop.” She requested a tad breathlessly.

Well, how was he to turn down a request like that? Nodding, he worked his hand along her shoulder and upper back, pressing into tightened muscles and gently easing away the aches along Yor’s spine as she continued to press and knead into her own. A small smile of relief spread along her lips, sending shivers up Loid’s spine. He couldn’t say why seeing it felt so rewarding- perhaps he just took pride in his work as a spy.

Knowing pressure points to incapacitate his targets is just part of the job.

Yeah- that’s probably it.

Before long, Yor was sitting up, shaking out her shoulders with a soft sigh. She seemed more relaxed now; her expression lighter than earlier. “That was…wonderful. I had no idea you could do that, Loid.” She turned to smile at him, making him blush. “I’m learning so many things about you everyday.”

“Heh, yeah…well- I am a doctor. Part of my job is to relieve my patients any way possible.” He played off the praise as he turned to a nearby book, suddenly seeking a distraction. “I should-ergh!”

“Loid?” Yor blinked, shooting forward when he suddenly grunted, brows pinching together in pain. “Are you alright?”

For the most part? Yes. His back however? Not so much.

“I’m alright…just sore.” He laughed it off, waving a hand dismissively. “Looks like we’re both full of aches today.”

Yor watched him, tilting her head curiously. Then she nodded. “Let me help.”

“....Huh?” Loid blinked.

“I…I’m not as practiced in massage therapy as a doctor such as yourself,” She shook off her hesitation, raising her fists up with an encouraging smile. “But I know a few tricks that can help relieve stress! Please, allow me to return the favor!”

Loid paused, hesitant. The idea of someone touching him so gently was…new. He rarely let his guard down around people- not even Anya. How would he react?

Seeing her warm expression helped him make his decision.

“Well…alright.” He conceded, trying not to fluster again when she clapped. “If you insist…”

~~~

Turns out, he really should have hesitated more.

“Rrk! Y-Yor, is this really how it wo-RKS!?” Loid gritted his teeth, the elbow digging into his back doing more harm than good. When Yor offered to massage him, he figured she’d go for a more delicate approach.

“Trust the process, Loid! I promise it hurts now, but once I’m done you're gonna feel amazing!” Yor sounded reassuring- surely this was part of the process?

Another wave of pain shot through his back- maybe not.

“Yor-Erk! Yor, wait!” He groaned, feeling her pause. “While the gesture is appreciated, perhaps you could try something a bit more…gentle?” He tried to keep his voice light, hiding the ache in his tone.

“Lighter? Oh! I’m doing it again, aren’t I? I’m so sorry!” Yor adjusted, sitting back on his hips and patting his back. “Sometimes I forget how much force to use. If it’s alright with you, could I try again? With a much lighter touch of course.”

Loid nodded, closing his eyes. This time when her hands touched his back, it was feather like. “That’s better…thank you.”

Yor hummed happily, sounding pleased. She pressed with gentle pressure, kneading her fingers into his spine as she slowly worked down his back.

Things were going well- Loid could almost fall asleep to this.

Almost.

“Hm!” A sudden ticklish feeling shot through his torso, making Loid press his lips together in surprise. He hadn’t expected her hands to dip to his sides like that. “Y-Yor! What are you dohoing?”

“Massaging your back- the muscles here can get rather strained if not worked on.” She spoke matter of factly, but the spy was sure he heard a drop of mischief in her voice. Her hands worked their way back to his spine, pressing softly into the muscles. “It’s all part of the treatment.”

Loid bit his lip, pressing his face into the crook of his arm as her hands continued to knead. It was at that moment he remembered just how ticklish his back was. A spot rarely touched- his friends only ever went for his ribs or his feet when tickling him.

When was the last time he’d been tickled there? It honestly felt kinda nice.

“Hm? You’re shaking more than usual? Is it too hard?” Yor lightened the pressure back to featherlike, further increasing the tingles running across his nerves. Loid bit the inside of his cheek as a reluctant smile started tugging on his lips. “Yohohor! Hahahang on!” He grunted out, unable to hold back a few rebellious giggles.

“Ah, so you are ticklish.”

That was the only warning he got before hell broke loose.

“Ah! Ahehahahahaha! Y-Yohohor! Wahhahahahit!” Loid yelped as ten fingers scribbled against his back, pinching his shoulder blades and tracing random shapes against his spine. Squirming, he reached out and grabbed a nearby pillow, shoving his face in an attempt to muffle the growing giggles. “It tihihihiihckles! Aheahhahahah!”

“Does it now? I never knew someone with a ticklish back before!” Yor smiled gleefully as she carried on her gentle tickles, daring a hand up to his neck and giggling when Loid scrunched up in response, laughter increasing in volume. “Careful now, we don’t want to wake Anya.”

“Ihiihihihim trhiihiihiihihying!” Loid yelped, squirming beneath her as Yor found a particularly bad spot near the base of his ribs, making him squeak. “Stohohoohhohop tihiihihihckling meehehhehe!”

“It’s all part of the massage.” She responded, slipping her fingers into his armpits just to hear him cackle. “I can’t just not massage you here- there’s so much tension!” She laughed when he shot his arms down, inadvertently trapping her hands. “Kinda need those back, Loid.”

“Thehehhehehen stahahhahap tihiihihihckling mehehehee!” He managed to choke out, unable to keep his face hidden within the pillow. All his squirming and wriggling only opened more spots for Yor to tickle, leaving him completely defenseless. “I fehehehheheel behehehehehetter! Plehehahahhahhase!”

“Well, if you insist.” Yor pretended to think about it before finally stopping, letting her hands drag down his back in one last flourish before finally pulling away. “Feel better?”

Loid was a mess of breathless laughter, cheeks hot and hair askew. His eyes were misted over with mirthful tears and his limbs felt like gelatin. Did he really feel better?

Yeah, he actually did. “Is it weheheird…to say yehehes?”

Yor chirped with joy, satisfied. “Not weird at all. I’m glad to be of help.” Without thinking much of it, she reached out and ran her fingers through his hair, brushing it out of his face.

A big mistake on her part.

“Gotcha!” He declared, quickly flipping over and rotating their positions, pinning her to the couch below him. “This is what you-” His leg suddenly gave out, and he found himself nearly falling into her. “Whoa-”

He trailed off, staring into wide red irises as Yor sucked in a breath. They were close- really close. Nose to nose, lips only inches apart. The hand pinning her wrist above her head loosened some, but she didn’t push him away. Her free hand reached up and knotted itself into his shirt, gently tugging on it. “Hey…” She started to smile.

“Hey…” He breathed back, feeling himself relax. Her eyes started to close. He began to lean in…

Her lips tasted like coffee and sugar, just as he imagined they would.