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Post by Storm on Jun 28, 2008 22:03:25 GMT -5
"Good, I can keep up with it then," she quipped flatly. His right hand hit a particularly painful muscle, and she felt a knot loosen.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 28, 2008 22:06:18 GMT -5
::Another muscle gave way, and Pietro began to rub the area; it had been a difficult one. His fingers then began to move downward slightly, to another area of tense muscles.:: "And if anyone tells you different, slap them."
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Post by Storm on Jun 28, 2008 22:13:53 GMT -5
Her brow furrowed. "I don't think it would go well if a teacher slapped anyone."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 28, 2008 22:20:53 GMT -5
::Pietro's fingers began to dig into the muscles of her upper back. She made a point, but he had not suggested a student.:: "Even if it is Scott in a mood?"
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Post by Storm on Jun 28, 2008 22:30:55 GMT -5
She shifted so that he didn't push her forward as he kneaded her back. "All right, maybe then." She got the joke almost against her will.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 28, 2008 22:34:41 GMT -5
::Pietro felt her shift, and he paused, giving her time and space to maneuver. When she settled, he began to work on the tension once again.:: "Is there anything else I can get or do?"
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Post by Storm on Jun 28, 2008 22:37:53 GMT -5
"No." She shook her head. "Unless you know of a good specialist."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 28, 2008 22:40:03 GMT -5
::Pietro knew of nobody outside the mansion, apart from Samson who was a psychiatrist and of little help in any matters, let alone these.:: "I don't."
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Post by Storm on Jun 28, 2008 22:44:09 GMT -5
She took a breath and turned around, her muscles now relaxed but she knew without having to guess that the tension would return. "Then I'll settle for back rubs," she said, raising a lip in a flat half smile.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 29, 2008 20:09:18 GMT -5
::Pietro's expression essentially mimicked hers.:: "Those I can deliver."
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Post by Storm on Jun 29, 2008 20:10:40 GMT -5
"Charge by the hour?" she asked, needing a respite from the worry she'd been mired in. The weather responded accordingly, clouds clearing slightly.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 29, 2008 20:12:58 GMT -5
"With my speed? I would charge by the minute," ::Pietro replied, and this was the closest he ever came to humor; it was a rare sight indeed.::
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Post by Storm on Jun 29, 2008 20:14:43 GMT -5
She half chuckled, recognizing the humor in him. "Very well then. I'll write you a check."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 29, 2008 20:17:00 GMT -5
::Pietro shook his head slightly; checks did him no good.:: "I don't have a bank account."
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Post by Storm on Jun 29, 2008 20:18:30 GMT -5
"Cash only? I'm insulted," she replied, shaking her head as she chuckled still. "Thank you for this. Goddess knows it was needed."
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