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"It was quite lovely. But, as you can see, it's been many years. I am, indeed, looking forward to tonight."
Moving down his legs and ending at his feet, she put special attention on them. Being as he was a dancer and on his feet all day, she thought it was the best course.

He grimaced as she moved to his feet. There was nothing ulgier on the planet than a profeesional dancers feet. The ligaments and bones showed like a grizzly set of vines, his toes were callaused and broken, healed over with thick scars and ridges. She worked her magic, and if this is what she meant by being a witch he'd endorse the whole world onto that career path.

Well hopefully we'll compare at least somewhat favourably...we're no London stage, and none of us are even in his class level.

Smiling at his reaction to her administering, she nodded.
"I'm sure it'll be wonderful. You're in it, after all. So, even if the show is absolutely awful, it'll at least have amazing eye candy."
Grinning, she ran her hands back up over his body, playfully squeezing one butt cheek on her way up, ending once more at his shoulders.
"You can sit up now, if you'd like. Or roll over and I'll do the front, too."

Rolling his shoulders Tal felt the most relaxed he had in weeks...as well as the most tense. But he was good at self-control, else she'd get an eyefull when he sat up. Twisting and moving into a seated position, he smiled and grabbed her hands. Lifting them both to his lips he kissed her knuckles, Thank you, for the massage, and the vote of confidence. May I return the favour? He tugged hands a bit to encourage her to give him her back.

Smiling, she allowed him to maneuver her where he wanted her so he could return the favor.
"You have great self-control, darling. I can feel the energy, yet you're holding yourself very well."

Laughing Tal leaned into her back and tucked her hair behind her ears, before he recalled he didn't have to say it, he could think it. I'd hate to pounce on you, then promptly fall asleep. The joys of being fully aware of you, but too tired to see anything through.

Setting his hands to her shoulders he stared kneading them, and working his way down her arms. His fingers pressed and rubbed down her upper arms to forearms, then took the time to treat both her hands to the same. He'd learned long ago that hands were 'forgotten' when giving someone a massage and that it was often where they most stress could do the most harm.

Laughing soundlessly, she winked at him.
"I could always help with that. But, trust me, taking it slow, and building the tension, both my way, and the natural way, will absolutely pay off in the end."
Groaning softly, she closed her eyes, letting the physical tension drain from the body parts he administered his magic on her muscles.

I'm sure it would...but for now I think I'll enjoy the tension, Moving to her back he slowly works along each muscle and along each bit of her spine. The upside to being a dancer, you know every place it could ever hurt. Methodically he makes sure that every inch of her is as relaxed as he feels right now.

Moving more like a feline than a human, she leaned back into him when he finished, her back pressed against his chest.
"I promise to make the wait worth it."
She made sure she put a fun teasing inflection into her mental 'voice'.

Giving into temptation Tal let his hands slide around to smooth over her stomach. The edge of his thumbs oh so lightly brushing against the underside of her breasts. I've no doubt what so ever that you're worth any wait...any price might be a different story, but for now the journey is free. Content to just hold her he settled back and enjoyed.

Snuggling into his embrace, she would have purred. She shivered softly as he ran his hands across her stomach.
"I don't ever ask someone to pay to be with, or around, me. I do what I can to make their time worth while, though-innocently or not."
Leaning her full weight back against him as he leaned back, she wiggled a little to get more comfortable, turning slightly and placing one hand on his chest.
"A little nap would be nice, I think. We have time."

He didn't have the energy to even think about what he really meant by the price. Money wasn't the issue, emotion and time, those were things he rarely invested lightly. As soon as she mentioned a nap he nearly cracked his jaw on a yawn, You're right, a nap does sound good. Wiggling a bit down on the sofa to get a more prone position he grinned as Biscuit took this as a cue to jump into the snuggle pile. The cat curled up contentedly down near their tangled legs, and from experience Tal knew he'd not be able to feel his feet by the time he woke from the warm weight.

Yawning silently, she re-settled after he adjusted himself. She had felt when he said it that he hadn't meant monetary payment. She had still meant what she had said, however. She never asked anyone to invest anything in her -time, money, feelings-that they didn't want to. She didn't want anyone to feel obligated to her, because there were few people in the world she felt obligated to. She didn't think it'd be fair.
"Will sundown give you enough time to get ready? It's only a few hours away."

Nearly nodding off, he wonders if he sounds asleep in her head, Tal notes, Opening is tomorrow...tonight I've nothing but rest and time..and you. His breathing starts to slow even more, his mind nearly as relaxed as his body in her presence.

Snuggling close, she nods against him, yawning silently. She hadn't gotten any sleep since the day before and a few hour nap sounded practically divine.
"Right... Forgot... Sundown it is..."
She didn't expect a reply from him as she could feel his body's state of sleep.

Tal was having an amazing, though bizare, dream. Dark clouds wound their way around his arms as he floated through a sea of silver light. His body felt weightless and weighed down at the same time, as though he was in a body of oily-thick water. A passing cloud brushed against his face and he arduously moved his hand up to brush it away. The cloud seemed to sense the movement of his hand and avoided his touch. Becoming frustrated he tried to bat it away...to wake up to Biscuit's claws sinking into his hand that now was flat against the furry tummy.

"Bloody cat," he muttered under his breath. He knew better than to yank his hand free, he'd be scratched badly. Better to let the blighter decide to let go on his own. Reminded to where he was he glanced down at the sleeping woman against his chest, his other hand tangled up in her hair.