There was no way he hadn't noticed her staring, and she was immensely grateful that he didn't mention it. She kept her eyes firmly on his face, feeling a little guilty and very strange. Her heart was racing a little, and she was still having trouble breathing properly. She tired to rationalize that she just wasn't used to men she wasn't related to taking their shirts off. Embarrassed as she was, she wasn't going to withdraw her offer. She didn't know how to back out without admitting how affected she was, and she still wanted the chance to return all his kindnesses. At least, those were the reasons she repeated to herself over and over again.
Jim stood up and walked towards the bed, and she had to swallow the lump in her throat. Now that he was turned away she couldn't keep her eyes off his back, and it took her a moment to summon the gumption to stand up and follow. She was still flustered and trying desperately not to be. Just when she thought she might get her breathing under control, Jim stretched his hands over his head, making the muscles on his back stand out. The blush returned with a vengeance.
She watched him lie down and walked slowly after him. “That's fine,” she replied shortly, forcing herself to speak calmly. She wasn't going to let her reactions run away with her. “Wherever you're comfortable.” Her voice sounded a little more normal now, and she took a deep, silent breath before sitting down on the bed next to him. For a moment she couldn't quite bring herself to touch him, even though she wanted to. Her eyes wandered over his skin.
Nyota, stop being ridiculous, she chastised herself, and then placed her hands firmly on his skin. She wasn't going to let her nervousness stop her from doing this right. She started by just running her hands along both sides of his spine, gradually increasing pressure with the heals of her hands. Then she worked over the muscles with slow, circular motions, taking note of the numerous knots to return to later. Next her hands moved to rub slow circles over his shoulder blades, working up towards his neck. It was an easy routine to fall into, and she tried not to think too hard about what she was doing. She was glad he couldn't see her face anymore, because she was still blushing, and she was certain he must be able to hear her heart racing.
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Jim stood up and walked towards the bed, and she had to swallow the lump in her throat. Now that he was turned away she couldn't keep her eyes off his back, and it took her a moment to summon the gumption to stand up and follow. She was still flustered and trying desperately not to be. Just when she thought she might get her breathing under control, Jim stretched his hands over his head, making the muscles on his back stand out. The blush returned with a vengeance.
She watched him lie down and walked slowly after him. “That's fine,” she replied shortly, forcing herself to speak calmly. She wasn't going to let her reactions run away with her. “Wherever you're comfortable.” Her voice sounded a little more normal now, and she took a deep, silent breath before sitting down on the bed next to him. For a moment she couldn't quite bring herself to touch him, even though she wanted to. Her eyes wandered over his skin.
Nyota, stop being ridiculous, she chastised herself, and then placed her hands firmly on his skin. She wasn't going to let her nervousness stop her from doing this right. She started by just running her hands along both sides of his spine, gradually increasing pressure with the heals of her hands. Then she worked over the muscles with slow, circular motions, taking note of the numerous knots to return to later. Next her hands moved to rub slow circles over his shoulder blades, working up towards his neck. It was an easy routine to fall into, and she tried not to think too hard about what she was doing. She was glad he couldn't see her face anymore, because she was still blushing, and she was certain he must be able to hear her heart racing.