[what's that sound? is it the sound of trini coming in via window? maybe]
I think that might be a new record for how long it takes to get from my place to yours.
[does she realize it makes her sound a little desperate? a little thirsty? yes. but trini doesn't really mind. there's only one person who might tease her about this and kim, for all that she likes to tease, does make up for it.]
( unsurprising to anyone who knows her, kimberly hart is dressed for an afternoon of zumba and pep talks, signature black lycra and tank top only missing her pink sneakers before she's ready to roll out the door. she's got an hour, maybe an hour and a half, before she needs to leave. plenty of time for a back massage.
her bed is, for once, neatly made; it's there that kimberly gestures for trini to lay out, make herself comfortable. it'll take her a moment to dig out the almond oil from her gym bag. )
[trini's trademark eyeroll is thrown in kim's direction even as she complies, climbing up onto kim's bed without further comment. kim's offered her a back rub. totally innocent, right? probably not she scoffs internally, but that doesn't stop her from tugging her flannel (shut up) and t-shirt off before settling back on top of kim's comforter. she exhales deeply before pressing her face into the pillows. her reply is unsurprisingly muffled.]
Nope. Ice cold, sorry. ( the words are teasing, barely a bite to them; rather than argue the point, kimberly is careful to rub her hands together as she moves back towards the bed, friction warming the oil as it pools between her palms. this is a nice gesture for her friend who clearly could use some good vibes today, nothing more, nothing less.
just a nice gesture by a girl who has no shame in straddling said friend's waist, her weight settling over the curve of trini's ass as she leans forward, palms sliding up with steady pressure along the line of her spine. there's a soft grunt of appreciation from below, and kimberly can't help but smile, murmuring, ) That good, huh? Tell me if I'm pushing too hard.
( in theory, she should wait a moment before continuing on, pulling trini's right arm out taut with her left hand, but there's no hesitation in the motion of her right as it smooths against the muscles of her bicep and forearm, thumb rolling gentle circles along the stiff line. she knows this pattern too well to wait for the green light. trini will tell her to stop if she needs to. )
Don't be an ass. [trini moves to swat halfheartedly in kim's general direction before settling back down to enjoy a well deserved massage.
she shuts her eyes as kim settles atop her. though she definitely has to wonder if professionals would be so brazen as to climb on top of their clients and rock into their bodies. must just be a kim thing. she sighs in contentment as kim hits a particularly hard knot an releases it with the steady push of her thumbs and palms.] Yeah. Feels good.
[kim proceeds to sore arms without so much as a peep from trini. it feels good, but she feels like she needs more. a soft murmured word slips from her lips.] Harder.
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( she's literally always a little testy. who is trini kidding? )
class starts at 3
but i can squeeze you in beforehand if you wanna swing by
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I think that might be a new record for how long it takes to get from my place to yours.
[does she realize it makes her sound a little desperate? a little thirsty? yes. but trini doesn't really mind. there's only one person who might tease her about this and kim, for all that she likes to tease, does make up for it.]
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( unsurprising to anyone who knows her, kimberly hart is dressed for an afternoon of zumba and pep talks, signature black lycra and tank top only missing her pink sneakers before she's ready to roll out the door. she's got an hour, maybe an hour and a half, before she needs to leave. plenty of time for a back massage.
her bed is, for once, neatly made; it's there that kimberly gestures for trini to lay out, make herself comfortable. it'll take her a moment to dig out the almond oil from her gym bag. )
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Can you please warm your hands up this time?
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just a nice gesture by a girl who has no shame in straddling said friend's waist, her weight settling over the curve of trini's ass as she leans forward, palms sliding up with steady pressure along the line of her spine. there's a soft grunt of appreciation from below, and kimberly can't help but smile, murmuring, ) That good, huh? Tell me if I'm pushing too hard.
( in theory, she should wait a moment before continuing on, pulling trini's right arm out taut with her left hand, but there's no hesitation in the motion of her right as it smooths against the muscles of her bicep and forearm, thumb rolling gentle circles along the stiff line. she knows this pattern too well to wait for the green light. trini will tell her to stop if she needs to. )
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she shuts her eyes as kim settles atop her. though she definitely has to wonder if professionals would be so brazen as to climb on top of their clients and rock into their bodies. must just be a kim thing. she sighs in contentment as kim hits a particularly hard knot an releases it with the steady push of her thumbs and palms.] Yeah. Feels good.
[kim proceeds to sore arms without so much as a peep from trini. it feels good, but she feels like she needs more. a soft murmured word slips from her lips.] Harder.