LOG: Manuel and Dani - Recovery, Part II

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Set just after Recovery, Part I. Manuel makes like Barry White, and finds a receptive audience indeed. Non-explicit but suggestive.



Manuel looked around his room, and sighed. His little destructive rampage felt good, but now nothing in his room really matched each other. As soon as he got a little more cash he'd approach Marko about maybe purchasing a new bedroom set - something that matched was really all he wanted. This eclectic mix screamed shabby and cheap to him. But the bed worked, and it was _quite_ sturdy. Should do the job quite nicely, he thought.

There was a mini (and rather subdued) waffle making party going on in the kitchen and Dani snagged a couple waffles and butter along with the grape juice while she was there. Waffles were good and Manuel probably hadn't eaten recently. "Hey," she said, entering his room without knocking. "They were making waffles downstairs," she didn't comment on the disaster his normally clean room resembled.

Manuel shrugged. "A party?" he asked, somewhat curious. He'd been avoiding the journals since he posted about Frank's passing, and he couldn't even think of why. "What is there to celebrate?" he asked. His stomach chose just then to rumble. "Guess I am hungry. Pass it over?"

Dani slide the plate over the new desk and pulled some eating utensils out of a pocket, "Comfort waffles, maybe. Didn't seem much like a party other than there being about 5 people down there cooking and eating."

Manuel hrmmed. "Who were they?" he asked as he dug into the waffles. They were OK - they went down, did not upset, and they made his stomach quit complaining. But he couldn't claim that they tasted good. "Ahh. Doesn't matter anyway." he said, before snagging a glass of juice and taking a deep pull from it.

"Hit the spot?" Dani asked, relaxing on his bed.

Manuel shrugged. "It's OK. I'm not much into enjoying food right now. Still got a lot of stuff to settle out." he said, looking at the Indian girl sprawled out on his bed. Now _that_ was temptation given form. Rising, he went and shut the door before taking a seat on a corner of his bed that she was less-sprawled on. "Juice is good, though. Be better if it was wine, but we all make do."

"Lay on your front," she ordered gently, getting up to give him more room and take her shoes off. Quickly, she sat down between he knees, kneading and massaging his back under his shirt, trying to relieve some of the tension.

Manuel flopped as instructed, and as she was trying to give him a back massage, he sat back up again. "Hang on." he said, and shucked the shirt entirely, leaving him in just his slacks laying face-down on his bed.

That made things much easier, although she was not about to force Manuel to do anything he did not want to. Such smooth muscle, Dani noticed, one again surprised at how soft his skin was. It seemed almost unnatural for a guy. She worked his back gently but firmly, not lingering on any one spot for too long.

Manuel was a mass of tension, and Danielle's efforts caused him to relax a little bit. He even let out a bit of a groan as a particularly knotty section of muscle started to relax a little. "That feels good." he admitted as she worked.

"Good," she murmured, working out a large knot, "You gave me plenty of massages when I needed it, is only fair I give you a couple too. Besides, if you get any more tense, you'll forget how to relax."

He was relaxing in one sense, and getting quite tense in another. It was maddening, but in a familiar, fun way. "Keep this up and I'll have to give you another one." he said drowsily, enjoying his back loosening up a little.

Dani pulled the waist band of his slacks down slightly to massage the base of his spine and discreetly feel his butt. It was as firm and smooth as his back. Sighing slightly, Dani chastised herself for taking advantage, even if it was only briefly in her mind, of Manuel in this state.

Manuel couldn't help but feel that emotion - he was keeping the walls high, but that strong and that close, he couldn't help but feel it too. Experimentally, he wiggled it just a little bit in the guise of stretching to see how she'd react. "Mmmm." he said, while in the deep parts of his mind he fought back an old memory of orderlies, pills, and lying on his stomach like this.

Consciously, Dani's fingers wandered back up to his shoulders and upper arms, although she had to giggle as he wiggled his butt and wondered if it were on purpose. "Feeling a little better?" she asked, as he moaned slightly.

"Getting there." he said, although he had a pressure of a different kid bearing down on him. He had to wonder if it was possible to actually drill a hole through the mattress at this rate. "Feels good."

"That is the idea," Dani stopped her minstrations for a minute, looking at his back, "You have a nice back."

Manuel unabashed posed for her enjoyment. "I've filled out." he said with pride. "Kept my Asgardian muscle-tone, recovered physically from the asylum." he grinned. "Now I can't be greedy, now, can I? Lie down. Your turn." he said, scooting over and scrambling out of her way. He did, however, leave his shirt off.

"I don't need a massage," Dani protested weakly noticing his arousal, "My back doesn't hurt anymore, remember?" she took off her shirt anyways.

Manuel looked at Danielle. "Tell me the idea doesn't appeal to you." he said. "Lie down." She'd not worn a bra again today. Always a promising sign, he thought. "You might be surprised."

Dani laid down on the cool bedsheets as Manuel sat on top of her lightly and began to knead her muscles. She may not have needed a massage, but now that she was getting on, she realized how much she wanted it.

Manuel took his sweet time about things - enjoying the feel of her skin, the by-play of muscles under her skin. She wasn't all that tense in truth, but he did ferret out some spots that needed a little work.

She moaned slightly as he hit a particularly tight spot just right. His hands expertly making the knot disappear.

Her moan was a noise that went in his ears, bypassed his brain, and nestled straight into his gonads. Grinning despite himself, he continued his massage - making it slower, deeper, more sensual than a straight muscle-relaxation massage. Judging by what he felt every time he touched her, she was _definitely_ starting to let her brain drift that way.

Dani rolled over and sat up, kissing Manuel on the lips lightly. "Okay?" she asked, hesitantly, knowing the answer but wanting to make sure.

Manuel thought about it, and then nodded. "I need this. It's been a long time since I've felt ... good, that way." he admitted. "Too long."

"It's up to you," Dani murmured against his lips, unsurprisingly he tasted like grape juice. Skillfully, she reached down and undid his pants, but did not move to take them off.

Manuel grinned at Danielle. "Tell me you want it." he said softly, raising his hands to run the pad of his thumb across her nipples. "I can see it, but I want to hear it."

"You know I want it," It was almost corny, but not quite. In the heat of the moment it made perfect sense. "I have for months now."

Manuel grinned. "Let's just say my faith in my empathic judgement has been rather shaken of late." he added, and then kissed her. Hard. She was spicy and warm, and as he kissed her he basked in the warmth of her desire. It had been a _very_ long time since he'd felt that. Too long. Grinning, he dropped all his internal blocks, focusing in on Danielle and her emotions. No shields, no wards over the link, nothing. He wanted to feel it _all_.



Manuel sighed as he stretched out, watching Danielle dress. "Thank you." he said quietly. "I apologize for falling apart on you like that. I ... have a lot to work through. I hope you do not think less of me for it." He grinned like the cat that had eaten the proverbial canary. She reacted about as he thought she would to having all her pleasure-centers stimulated at just the right moment. He thought for a second he'd have to pry her off the ceiling.

Danielle pulled her skirt up and turned around on wobbly legs still grinning like a fool, "No...thank you. That ain't sex, it's a crime." While she wasn't some blushing virgin, it was fair to say that she'd never experienced anything in quite this way before.

"If loving is a crime, only criminals will love." he said, still in something of a goofy mood. Orgasm tended to do that to him. "And I'm so very, very guilty." he said with a silly laugh. "Oh, I needed this. It still hurts inside, but I think you helped to heal some of the pain."

Nodding, Dani was glad. That had been the point after all. "I can stay...if you want. Until things quiet down some more. Or you can come to my room later. If you want." That wasn't awkward, not at all.

Manuel grinned. "Maybe." he said. "We'll see." She had been, in her own way, quite entertaining. "I normally don't make it a habit to break down bawling like that. But given everything, I think I was entitled."

"Ain't nothing wrong with that," she'd bawled like a baby when her grandfather had died. "I'll see you later, okay?"

"Oh, I think so. You haven't seen everything I can do." he said with a leer. Damn him, but it felt _good_ to flirt. It kept the icy cold hurt inside at bay. "If you thought that was good..." he insinuated. "But I shouldn't keep you. You undoubtedly want to rest, to regain your strength." he laughed. "I'll call you."

Dani laughed, he was such a guy sometimes. "I know where you live, remember."

Manuel laughed. "So you do." he said. "No go on, get that pretty little ass out of here before I do something you'll _really_ enjoy."