The Defiants, part seven

After having regained full mobility back, Skye finished with her shower and now wore her sweats, crawling back into bed. Well, as much mobility as anyone would have after rigorous training.

Every muscle in Skye's body was sore beyond belief. The hot water had helped a little, but she still had to shuffle around like she didn't have knees or ankles.

Why wouldn't her tiny robots take care of the soreness? It didn't seem to be a smart choice on their end, programming-wise.

Whatever, she could just lay in bed for the next week. It wasn't like she'd be instantly ripped anyway.

Skye was just getting settled when someone knocked on her door. She threw her head back. Ugh, seriously? Now? Talk about poor timing.

She swung her legs over and stood, shuffling to the door. "Why are you..." She stopped when she opened her door, "H-h-hey."

"Am I interrupting something?" Standing in the hallway, Galen held a basket of what looked like sweets.

"Umm, no." Skye leaned against the doorframe, "What brings you by?"

"Wanted to know if you'd like some company tonight."

With most people, she would've said hell no and slammed the door in their face, but with him... "Sure, although it is a bit messy in here."

He shrugged, "Doesn't matter to me."

Skye shuffled out of the way, nudging her dirty clothes under her bed as he walked in. She didn't want him to trip and hurt that handsome face of his.

Galen looked around, setting the basket on her dresser, "How do you stand it?"

"Stand what?"

"The lack of space."

"It's not that small." At least, she didn't think so. "You can sit down, though."

He sat kinda awkwardly on the edge of her bed. "So what are you watching?"

Skye had to hold back a giggle, finding it cute.

Galen raised a brow, "What?"

"Just you." She flopped herself back on her bed. "But I'm watching comedy movies; why?"

"Was curious." He observed her pained body movements, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just am really sore." Skye lay on her stomach. "My robots didn't help me with that."

He smirked, "Well, how dare they!"

"Those sons of bitches!"

They laughed, which hurt her chest and back.

"Would like me to help you with that?"

Skye lifted her head, "Like a massage?"

"Yes."

"Really?"

He stared at her intensely. "Yes."

Skye shivered, practically moaning from the thought of his hands on her. "That would be amazing, thank you." She glanced over. "There's lotion in the bathroom."

Galen gracefully stepped and reached into her bathroom, grabbing her vanilla-scented lotion off the counter as she shimmied out of her shirt and pants, relieved she had worn a sports bra and shorts underneath her sweats.

He paused, "What are you doing?"

"Massages are generally done partly or fully naked." She was on her stomach again. "The clothes will rub and create rug-like burns."

"Very well." But he sat her up on the bench on the end of her bed. "This may hurt at first."

"I know."

Skye did her best to focus on the movie when he started with her neck, her muscles immediately tensing from the pressure. "Aaah."

"Just relax."

Vanilla quickly filled the air as she took deep breaths, trying to relax as Galen's cool hands worked her muscles.

"It's alright."

Then, her neck started releasing its tension, and she finally relaxed from his touch. Damn, it felt really good. He knew what he was doing. And this was innocent touching.

Skye paid less attention to Netflix as Galen continued, moving down to her shoulders. She tensed for a moment, her shoulders naturally tighter.

"Jeez, you're stiff here."

"I know; that's normal for me."

"So you're stressed?" Galen applied more lotion on her shoulders. "That doesn't sound like you."

Skye closed her eyes, "Well, being a nurse is stressful sometimes."

"I thought you loved it."

"I do, but it's still stressful."

Galen squeezed her traps hard for a few seconds, then let go. "Understandable."

"Especially since I'm the trainees' go-to for medical care." She let her head roll as he repeated the action. "God, that feels good."

He chuckled, but there was a groan underneath it, "Well, good."

"Very good."

She couldn't remember the last time someone did anything like this for her for free. The last guy she dated was about as useful as salt in the desert.

He moved down to her upper back, "Why do they only want you?"

"Because the others won't touch them." Skye suppressed a moan. "Not even Christine."

"Hmm." Galen hit a good spot.

"Oh, yeahhh, right there."

He made an odd noise but kept applying pressure there.

Skye leaned back for a moment, realizing he was trying to hide the fact that he was aroused.

She smiled as he moved to her lower back and leaned forward. At least she wasn't the only one.

Skye let her mind wander as he continued down to her ass and legs, which were also tender, laying on her stomach again.

She barely paid attention to the movie, focused on the heat building in her lower core. She'd seen it before anyways. But all it did was want Galen to touch her somewhere not so innocent.

"May I take your socks off?"

Skye blinked, turning her head, "Yeah, go ahead."

She suppressed a loud groan when he started working her right foot. As a nurse, her feet ached a lot from standing for long stretches in the hospital and now in the infirmary.

"You okay?"

"Yes, it just feels really good."

Galen chuckled, moving to her other foot. "Guess I'm doing good, then."

"More like amazing." It was becoming more difficult for her not to get up and pounce on him. And this wasn't even an erotic-style massage, which she'd had on more than one occasion.

"Okay, lay on your back."

Skye was more than happy to comply, closing her eyes as Galen worked on the front of her thighs, then closer to her groin, also sore from the training.

Her breath hitched, picturing his hand moving higher up.

Would he do anything? Or would he just leave after he finished with this incredible non-sexual massage?

She did not want him to leave.

Galen moved up to her inner thighs and pushed them apart, sighing loudly. "Do you ever stretch?"

Skye grinned, "I do yoga most days." Aside from right now, she was very flexible; she just didn't have the strength until recently.

"I can tell."

"Oh?"

"Mhmm."

She heard his heart pounding in his chest, his breathing more labored. Yeah, he wanted to do more than work her muscles, although the steel rod in his pants indicated that already.

"What are you waiting for?"

"What do you mean?"

She lifted her head, propping herself on her elbows to stare him down, noticing he'd removed his shirt some time ago. "You know exactly what I mean."

His gaze intensified, sending shivers down her spin,

But she held strong, "So what are you waiting for?"

***

Galen just stared as Skye's fiery eyes challenged him, unable to answer her, his mouth dry.

Every fiber of his being screamed to yank her under him and claim her as his. But he wanted to take his time. The best things should be savored and not rushed.

Skye moved away for a moment, sitting close to him. "I know you want to, and I definitely want you to."

"But I want to work up to it."

A wicked smile crossed her face, "Okay, then just use your hands."

Oh damn. "Are you sure?"

She answered by pressing her lips against his. God, she tasted amazing, and that was just her mouth.

Groaning, Galen moved Skye onto her back, laying next to her as he let his hand down her stomach and inside her shorts.

Skye moaned as he found that sweet spot all human females had, lightly massaging it. She was so ready for him, her wetness covering everything as he continued.

"Oh God, yes, just like that!"

Galen kissed her again, plunging his tongue into her mouth. She eagerly did the same, fisting some hair on the back of his head.

Oh how he wanted to remove his pants, his dick uncomfortably restrained by the fabric. But he'd wait. This was too intoxicating.

He picked up the tempo, her hips rocking as if she'd perish without his touch. He didn't stop kissing her as her breathing grew more ragged and her moans grew louder.

Then Galen repositioned his hand, slipping two fingers inside her as his thumb rubbed her sweet spot.

Skye broke away from his mouth. "I'm gonna—I'm gonna—"

"Oh yes, you will, but not yet." He slowed the pace. "Not yet." He wasn't going to let her come that quickly.

"W-w-why...not?"

"Because I said so." And because he was close to coming as well, holding himself back as he removed his jeans. "Ah, much better."

Galen felt Skye's hand trying to slip into his briefs, moving so she had better access.

He almost blew when her hand found his dick, groaning as she squeezed it hard.

He picked up the pace, Skye practically shaking from what was about to happen. She kept stroking him, though, the pressure almost too much to hold back anymore.

Then, back arching, Skye almost screamed as she tipped over the edge, her body clamping down on his fingers, which he kept moving vigorously.

Galen's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he came, moaning as his hot liquid splashed onto his stomach and her hand.

When he returned to the present, he found her staring at him wildly.

"Wow, you really are good with your hands." Skye panted, moving his hand away from her groin.

Galen looked at her, "You're not so bad yourself." Then he kissed her again.

She pulled away, stumbling into the bathroom. "Here."

She threw a small towel at him, Galen cleaning himself up. "Thanks."

"No, I need to be thanking you, soldier boy."

He chuckled, his body tired and legs jelly. "Would it be weird if I slept here?"

"Hell no." Skye returned, curling up next to him. "Please stay."

He kissed the top of her head, "Okay."