Petra’s fingers dug into his flesh with practiced ease, the roll of her thumb earning a barely muffled groan.
She shifted back a bit, straddling his legs, not wanting to crush him under her weight.
"Stop being so delicate, you’re not going to break me."
She rolled her knuckles forward into his lower back and Levi hissed at the contact. She could feel the tight knot there and worked at it with her hands.
"I could tell you’d pulled this muscle. You should have let me massage it earlier, then it wouldn’t hurt so much."
Levi started to respond but her fingers caught on the sore spot again and he stopped.
She muttered a small sorry, her hands splaying out to grip his hips as her thumbs worked into his flesh.
"I wouldn’t risk looking like a sleazy pervert to my troops. How would it look if the Captain asked his young subordinate for a massage?"
Petra didn’t answer, focused on the strained, stiff muscle she felt beneath her finger tips.
"Cut it out."
She ignored this, finally cornering the offending knot between her fingers, rolling it about and ignoring Levi’s pained grunt.
"Just imagine what your troops would think if they knew what else has been massaged in this room."
Levi was too shocked by her words to react right away, and she slipped out the door, leaving him stunned and splayed out on his bed.
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