[LOG] Cozy Comforts

[00ne]

WHO: Heero, Relena
WHERE: 3-1, Heero's room
WHAT: Relena can't sleep ;w;
WARNINGS: Sexual content :B

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[00ne]

[Heero kept a watchful eye on her as she wavered, calm as he tried to ease her into staying. It was obvious that she was troubled by something.. he wasn't going to turn her away, and he didn't want her to impose an exile upon herself needlessly, either.]

[When she slid into the bed next to him finally, he repositioned himself so that he was sitting close behind her, one arm dipping around her waist and his chest leaning in towards her back.]

...Relax.

[His fingers slid firmly up her shoulderblades to the tops of her shoulders, and his thumbs began rubbing gently.]

[n0_w1nged_dove]

[She'd started when Heero had come up behind her, but relaxed soon enough as she felt his hands on her. His hands were rough but it was a comforting feeling because it was familiar.]

[Her eyes drifted shut and she leaned into his hands; her tension slowly drained away.]

[00ne]

[Gently pressing his fingers into deep circles against the tops of her shoulders and at the base of her neck, Heero slowly worked his way slightly downward to the muscles deep in the curves of Relena's shoulderblades, careful not to press too hard. He slowly, subtly tilted and eased her body back with every knead to lean against him as his fingers worked, encouraging her to allow her body to melt against his and to let the tenseness in her muscles go.]

[He tilted his head forward slightly, nuzzling her hair just above the shell of her ear and asking just barely above a whisper] How is that?

[n0_w1nged_dove]

It's... [Leaning into his chest, it was easy to just forget the world. Doubly easy with his hands on her, soothing the knots away.] Good. Very good...

[00ne]

Mmn..

[His fingers worked slowly, eventually down her back, from her shoulderblades down to her sides against and behind her ribcage, thumbs pressing into her spine- not hard, but enough to press the muscles in the center out from their tightened position.]

[He dips his head down again, tips of his bangs just barely brushing against the crook of her neck, lips missing her shoulder by a hair's breadth. As his fingers have worked, the fabric of her nightgown has slowly inched up, revealing inch by inch of thigh until it pooled in her lap, between her legs. With a mental pause, he slides the fingers of one hand down to her hip, fingers pressing out the knots in the muscles of her lower back while the other continues on her mid-back.]