Requiscence
Erwin gives the best massages.
You didn’t have verbally express to him that you were in pain. He’s an observant man. Just the slightest change in your body language was enough for him to recognize that your body was killing you after being hard at work all day. Erwin noticed you whirling your neck around with a sour look on your face while passing by the door to your office that had been left ajar. You were immersed in the large map laid out before you, reviewing the route to be taken for the next expedition, too engrossed to realize the tall, blonde man entering the room.
You inhaled deeply and then sighed in pleasure when the weight of his hands pressed against your nape, warm and strong fingers rubbing soothing circles on your aching muscles. He worked his way down towards the blades of your shoulders, treating your body like the dough he kneaded while baking bread with you on rare, leisurely evenings.
His meticulous movements and just the perfect amount of pressure on the sore spots had you seeing stars on the dark canvas behind your closed eyelids. Your posture slumped with relief and head lolled to the side as you melted into into the grasp of his hands. You rested against his forearm as silent huffs escaped your lips whilst he worked his magic on you, the piles of work sitting on your desk, long forgotten.
You were roused out of your reverie by his hand cupping your face and gently turning it towards him. He planted a kiss on your forehead, the peck certainly rivaling with the cathartic massage in erasing your pent-up exhaustion.
“You work too hard, love.” he crooned in your ears before making his way back out the door.
