Another Fate | Rebirth | BxB [Hiatus]

9: Possessive

A/N Image is how I picture Imogen looking after the growth treatments, except he has pale green eyes. The image doesn't belong to me.

Lenix was doing an amazing job massaging my tensed muscles into limp noodles. He started with my feet and was working his way up my left calf muscle. But I still lay there shuddering from the pain that would surge through my body every few minutes. I need more of a distraction.

"Lenix," I whimpered, "tell me about yourself and be interesting so I forget my pain." I demanded as he dug his strong hands into my thigh, kneading into the muscle.

"pfft," [Oh just be interesting, such an easy request.] The thought had so much snark I nearly made myself roll over so he could see me glaring at him.

"Tell me about yourself. Why are you a beast trainer?" 

He had finished one leg and started on the other. Starting with long firm strokes from my calf to my upper thigh. Then kneading my calf slowly.

[I'm a natural at it. Beasts have been seeking me out since I was born. They just naturally follow and come to me wanting to be around me.]

"Oh, is that why I feel that way then? Wanting to be around you." 

His warm hands began working into the back of my right thigh and I sighed happily now that both legs felt warm and tingly.

[Do you live by instinct Imogen?] 

His hands hovered over my butt, only covered by a towel. I squeaked as he dug his thumbs into the muscle. 

"I don't live by instinct, and why my butt?"

[You don't think such a large muscle needs the tension massaged out?]

"N-no it feels fine. No need."

[Sure, then I'll move on to your back. But if you're not an instinct-driven animal then I'd think you wanting to be around me means...you like me.] 

He places the palms of his large hands on either side of my spine barely above my tailbone. His hands cover the entire width of my waist.

I'm quiet for a while thinking it over. He's probably teasing me and I won't fall for it this time. No acting like a flustered shy kid. I'm lying on my stomach so I can't see his face. I don't know what expressions he is making. 

"I do like the attention and pampering from you." 

 I suddenly had a realization.

"How are we able to communicate without Unai in here? Can he hear me well enough outside the door?"

[Probably not, but I don't really need him too. I understand your language well enough. But if I respond to anything in a way that makes no sense it means I guessed wrong.]

Wow, five days and he can already understand my language this well? This man is way too amazing. I see why he has been considered a genius.

His hands move in long firm strokes from my lower back to my neck, across my shoulders, then starts over at my lower back. I hum happily as my back muscles melt under his touch.