A Stressful Day (Zoya)

[Ayren]

Ayren looked up at the door as Zoya walked in. While she had been out in the other room, she had braided her hair back. He thought it was probably so it would stay out of her way, which was the main reason he kept his own hair cut at shoulder length. Then you didn't have to worry about it getting in the middle of things. Still, while he valued the practical value of the braid, he thought that her hair looked better down, where it could be fully appreciated. When she saw him sitting there, she smirked, and he knew that she was inwardly laughing at him. He would be laughing at him if he was in her position. He had come here of his own will, and yet now he was so ridiculously nervous. Sighing good naturedly when she jested about it, he put on a fake defensive look and said, "I was just curious about what you were going to do, and you obviously can't see anything when laying down." It wasn't necessarily the reason he was still sitting, being that she had had it right when she had said he was to nervous, but it was true. He watched in fascination as she heated some oil over a small fire in one corner of the room. He hadn't noticed it when he walked into the room, but now that he realized that it provided a lot of light, more than just the candles that surrounded them. The flame was contained in a ring of stones, and looked like it could have been originally built to be used in a kitchen but had been repurposed. It took a few minutes for the oil to heat to the temperature she had wanted it, and then she placed it on a stool next to the table. Asking once again if he had any questions, Ayren shook his head. Then he readjusted his position so he was now laying on his stomach on the table, propped up on his elbows so he was still looking at Zoya. He smiled lightly and said, "Are we ready to begin?" OOCSorry for the short post. I couldn't think of much more to say.

[Zoya]

As Zoya began working she felt his eyes on her. She smiled and even laughed a bit at his faked defensive face. She found that it gave him a childlike cuteness which made his handsome features that much more mesmerizing. "So true, I suppose this being your first time and all you would want to observe what goes on. Tis quite understandable." She finished stirring the oil before she lightly touched the palms of her hands to the oils. Zoya smiled lightly at the smell that was slowly beginning to fill the room as she rubbed her hands together. She nodded and said, "Yes, we are ready to begin." With that she gently rubbed the oil onto his shoulders making sure to massage gently at first making the movements slow and deep. She felt slight knots in his shoulders and sighed lightly, this was going to take a bit. At that moment Zoya was happy that his hair was short ensuring that she wouldn't really have to worry about moving it out of her way. As she slowly began working on a knot that she had found on his left shoulder Zoya gently asked him, "Does this feel okay, Ayren?"

[Ayren]

Ayren watched as she applied the newly heated oil to her hands. The lemon scent of it slowly started to permeate through the room. It was a sweet smell, even if it was quite strong. He was sure that he would smell like it for a while, not that he really minded. It was pleasant, if a little different from what he was used to. When she replied that they were indeed ready to begin, Ayren nodded and lay down completely flat as he knew he was supposed to be. He could feel as she started to work the oil into his shoulders. Her movements were slow at first, using a slight pressure to work knots out. Eventually she centered in on one point on his left shoulder, concentrating her efforts there for a moment. He heard her ask if it felt alright, and even if she couldn't see it he smiled. In reply he said, "Yes. It feels amazing." And it was true, Ayren felt himself relaxing as it went on, as he gave up on being nervous at being there. He finally understood why massages were popular. It was because they actually did help you to relax. Ayren had always thought that it was ridiculous to think that something like a massage could help with stress, but now that he was here, he decided that he might need to change that stance.

[Zoya]

She smiled lightly and even let out a slight giggle at his response. Zoya knew she wasn't bad at massages but from the sound of his voice he was already very relaxed and she hadn't even truly started yet. I might just have a sleeper on my hands, she thought as she moved to another knot that seemed to be in his neck. Zoya began to zone out as she always did when she massaged, this time thinking about the husband she would marry and the kids she would have and the life she would live once she found her mate. She just didn't know how to find the right man. That was part of why she had become a masseuse, was to talk to people.. men.. and get to know them, hoping that one of them could be her mate. "Tell me about yourself, Ayren. There must be a good explanation behind all this stress."

[Ayren]

Zoya giggled a little as his response, although Ayren couldn't quite figure out why. He hadn't said anything clueless, and at least in his mind it had made sense. Deciding that there was no way to know, besides actually asking which he knew he would never do, he pushed it aside as unimportant. He figured that if she meant to tell him the joke, she would. They both lapsed into silence as time continued. Ayren presumed that Zoya was concentrating, and he himself didn't feel the need to start a conversation. Just enjoying the feel of her hands, Ayren let his mind wander. It was always amazing the things an idle mind could dig up. Remembering it was raining, he wondered if he had made sure to put everything back inside his tent so it wouldn't be wet. Which led to him wondering if he had even properly set up his tent for rainy weather, or if it was going to fall over in the newly moist ground. Which led to thinking that all the trails would be muddy and he would get covered in it as he walked home. One thought just led to another in a aimless stream. Ayren was shocked out of his thoughts when he heard Zoya's voice again. He was silent for a moment, as he contemplated an answer. Giving a small sigh, Ayren replies "Well...I'm a teacher. It's just that the students are...well....you know how the Yasi are."