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 Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 8:19 pm
The reaper didn’t skip a beat. She massaged one of Mot’s legs, starting with the top and working her way to the bottom. Like with his hands, she paid attention to the bottom of his foot, massaging that thoroughly, along with his toes. She then switched over to the other leg, repeating the same motions until she was finished. An hour. She spent a solid hour working on that massage. Not an inch of skin (aside from what lay under the boxers, obviously) was untouched.
Hel still wasn’t done though.
She moved off of his waist and crawled back up the bed, where she then rolled the reaper onto his back. Hel pushed the pillows to the side and sat on her knees, lifting the cowboil’s head until she laid it back down on her lap. Once she was settled and had settled him again, she placed her hands on the side of his neck and started to massage again.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 8:30 pm
Mot was now essentially putty in her hands. A solid hour of massaging left him feeling like a bowl of pudding. As she moved him he was as lenient as a rag doll in her arms. His eyes were kept closed, much too at ease to bother doing anything yet. He smiled though as her hands moved to his neck again.
After a short moment he spoke. "What would it take to get you to do this once more if I get in this state again?" He asked with a int of playfullness.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 8:35 pm
Hel grinned a bit as she worked her way up his neck, along his jaw and cheeks, rubbing her thumbs around his eyes, and then she got to what she really wanted to. Massage his head. “You only need to ask.” She murmured. “Whether you have trained or not.” She chuckled softly.
“I enjoy doing this, and I know it helps, so it is a victory all around.”
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 8:42 pm
Mot smiled again. So he had anytime access to massages? Mot like. It made him feel even better that Hel enjoyed it, which meant it wasn't a bother at all. Maybe that's why she seemed so happy about it. "Thank you." He murmured, his eyes still closed.
All that pain and torture seemed worth it. Just for this.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 8:46 pm
“You are most welcome.” Hel murmured, continuing to just rub at his head and his temples for who knew how long. After some time though it came to an end though, and Hel simply rested her hands on his shoulders gently. “…Heh…I noticed you had a lot of brushes…Shun got you with the stick, huh?”
She chuckled a bit. “I have no idea where he gets them…” She whispered. “I swear we could be in a field, and he suddenly has a pile of sticks.”
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 8:52 pm
Mot's smile turned a bit sheepish at the mention of The Stick. "Aha.. apparently I mess up a lot and was in need of.. correcting." Mot murmured nervously. "When I returned last night and had a shower I was horrified to find half my body black and blue. I swear I don't think I will ever take Mac's training for granted again." Mac's training was a cake walk in comparison.
"Maybe it is a natural ability of his people... finding sticks where there are none."
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 9:00 pm
“Heh…you will get use to it soon, I am sure!” Though it was something to see Mot’s pale body littered in bruises. She snorted in amusement. Mac’s training easier than Shun’s? Definitely. As Mot made a crack on Shun though, Hel busted out laughing. “Pffft natural ability of his people…”
Hel snorted, and then school her face into the utmost serious expression and leaned over Mot so that he could see her face. She squinted her left eye shut, and had a stern looking no nonsense look on her face. She even schooled her voice to be monotone and serious, mimicking Shun. The reaper raised one of her arms, like she had a stick in her hand, and made a whipping motion with it.
“Come, Mot.” She uttered in her mock-Shun tone. “I will show you the dance of my people.” She then made another stick cracking motion.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 9:10 pm
Mot snorted, and started to laugh. "D-don't make me laugh.. it hurts." Mot choked through laughter. Her Shun expression was funny enough alone, but the stick motion and what she said? He died.
"O-ow... heeheehee.." He chuckled again, his hands grasping his stomach and ribs as if they may explode.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 9:16 pm
“Do not laugh, Mot.” Hel kept up the tone and the serious expression. “This is a very serious matter. Serious business. Seriously.”
Hel stared down at Mot seriously.
“…You know where I keep all those sticks, Mot? Up my a**.”
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 9:24 pm
Hel was killing him. A hand flew to his mouth to stifle his own laughter. He was still stiff, but not nearly as bad. Her continuous serious face almost made him control his giggling.
But then her last words destroyed him
Mot burst into laughter, rolling onto his side while still on her lap and curling into a ball of giggle and whines. It hurt to laugh, but it was jus so damn funny. "I'm going to pull another muscle Hel pleaaaaaase.." He pleaded through giggles. "Ow ow oooow.."
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 9:30 pm
Hel finally dropped her serious face, and ended up laughing loudly as well. One hand stayed resting on his shoulder while the other reached to brush some hair away from his face while her shoulders shook from laughter. “Oh Jack…” She gasped.
“I am certain if Shun heard me right now, he would pull a stick out of his a** and beat my a** with it.” She giggled. “…You know, when I did my own training with Shun and he had the stick…it became less about avoiding the stick…and more about seeing if I could dodge Shun when he struck the stick at me. Heh…”
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 9:38 pm
Mot turned his head enough to gaze up at Hel through teary eyes as they both finished laughing. "You think that is all he'd do?" He said with amusement. "I think he'd cement your feet and feed you to the floresce." Mafia joke. He made one.
Mot smiled at Hel's story. While Hel found a way to embrace the stick, for him it became the object of his nightmares. "During one of the exercises, I got whipped with it 96 times." Out of a possible 100. And yes, he counted. "An earlier round I believe it was around 86 times."
"He is a monster Hel. I think we need to have an intervention."
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 9:53 pm
Hel stared down at Mot for a long moment, her hand pausing its movements as her eyes went wide. No…surely he didn’t just…oh…but he did. Oh she totally shouldn’t have, but she laughed again at the mafia reference. She was a horrible person, she knew.
Her laughter died down though as Mot spoke and she listened, and once again her eyes widened. She…couldn’t believe that Mot got whipped with the stick…ninety-six times out of one hundred…woah. “…Well, Mot…” Hel started after she got over her initial shock. “…I am still proud of you! You hung in there and stuck through it! That is most wonderful…pfffffffft.” She snorted.
“Shun is beyond help, Mot. We might need to take him out back.”
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 7:32 am
Mot smiled fondly when she told him she was still proud, despite how many mistakes he'd made. It was nice to know his effort was appreciated.
Mot sighed and made a sad face. "I'll go get pa's shot gun."
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 9:18 am
Hel chuckled a bit at the shot gun comment…but now that had her thinking.
“…Does your papa really use a shotgun?” The ghoul questioned, peering down at him. Hel thought it was logical. Mot did use a variety of firearms after all…so it made sense that his parents might too. “My papa has a giant axe…” She grinned a bit…and really, anyone could have seen that coming.
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