|
Post by Liam on Apr 17, 2008 17:04:11 GMT -5
**THE NEXT MORNING**
*Liam awoke the next day and gazed down at Sorcha. He was kind of amazed that two people could take on the monstrous house that was Wilcombe, clean it, and come out alive and not sucked into a wormhole.*
|
|
|
Post by Sorcha on Apr 17, 2008 17:06:30 GMT -5
*Sorcha awoke with a small moan, yawning widely and snuffling her face deep into the pillow for a moment.*
"'Maaarn-n."
|
|
|
Post by Liam on Apr 17, 2008 17:08:37 GMT -5
"... please tell me there's no more cleaning."
|
|
|
Post by Sorcha on Apr 18, 2008 4:32:26 GMT -5
*She peered at him for a moment.*
"Well you might be in need of a bath," *she said, a husk of sleep still roughening her voice.*
|
|
|
Post by Liam on Apr 18, 2008 17:01:02 GMT -5
*He chuckled.*
"I think I can clean myself." *He said, rolling out of bed and moving to the shower as he pulled off his shirt.*
|
|
|
Post by Sorcha on Apr 18, 2008 17:04:56 GMT -5
"Good, because that's one cleaning job I expect you to already be well-versed in," *she chuckled, shaking her head as she recalled having to teach him--several times--the finer points of using a dust pan.*
|
|
|
Post by Liam on Apr 18, 2008 17:10:07 GMT -5
"Not being able to wash myself would go beyond the realm of spoiled and enter the land of utterly useless." *He said, entering the bathroom and turning on the faucet as he undressed.*
*After a quick shower and a haphazard washing of the hair, he stepped out and toweled off before shaving and getting re-dressed in more normal clothes--that is, a white linen shirt, rolled to the elbows, and trousers.*
|
|
|
Post by Sorcha on Apr 18, 2008 17:18:37 GMT -5
*Sorcha had fallen back asleep, half-curled under the pile of blankets, snoring lightly.*
|
|
|
Post by Liam on Apr 18, 2008 17:20:54 GMT -5
*Liam sat down on the bed and leaned against the headboard, picking up a book and waiting for her to wake up.*
|
|
|
Post by Sorcha on Apr 18, 2008 17:27:28 GMT -5
*Some time near noon, Sorcha stirred slightly and winced into the pillow with a groan before she sat up slowly.*
"Absolutely everything aches," *she griped hoarsely, stretching her arms and trying to pop the kinks in her spine.*
|
|
|
Post by Liam on Apr 18, 2008 17:28:49 GMT -5
*He chuckled.*
"Lie down on your stomach." *He instructed, laying his book down and preparing to give her a back rub.*
|
|
|
Post by Sorcha on Apr 18, 2008 17:30:44 GMT -5
*Sorcha flopped face down with a whimper.*
|
|
|
Post by Liam on Apr 18, 2008 17:32:56 GMT -5
*He started with her neck and worked downward, rubbing her muscles loose with gentle but firm pressure in his fingertips. Eventually he'd gotten to her shoulders, her entire back, and upper arms, and he could feel the knots coming loose.*
|
|
|
Post by Sorcha on Apr 18, 2008 17:34:06 GMT -5
*Sorcha growled happily into her pillow, her jaw going lax enough to allow a small trickle of drool to escape her.*
|
|
|
Post by Liam on Apr 18, 2008 17:39:02 GMT -5
*Concentration showed on his face, he meticulously made sure he loosened every muscle he could reach. He pressed just a little harder, the muscles of his shoulders and arms easily exerting near-constant, rhythmic pressure on her back. He used his entire arms: fingertips, knuckles, and sides of hands, even his elbows came into use for around her shoulder blades.*
|
|