[ She gets the sense that by preference or necessity, he's used to looking after himself. Jess respects that. She's the same way, which motivates her to return the helping hand. If she had to accept it, he does too. ]
Just tell me if I'm doing it wrong. [ Jess eases off the chair and onto the floor with him, several inches behind. Taking up the strip, her fingers comb down to the opposite end while he holds his side in place. She winds it around his ribs and back, then under his far arm. It's nearly an embrace; as her nose bumps incidentally against his shoulder blade, his scent abruptly summons the memory of him groaning behind her, driving her to exhaustion. That was the best sleep she's had since she got here.
She leans forward, in case the bandage is coming back to her for another pass, and into him, so that half her chest is flush with his arm. ]
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Just tell me if I'm doing it wrong. [ Jess eases off the chair and onto the floor with him, several inches behind. Taking up the strip, her fingers comb down to the opposite end while he holds his side in place. She winds it around his ribs and back, then under his far arm. It's nearly an embrace; as her nose bumps incidentally against his shoulder blade, his scent abruptly summons the memory of him groaning behind her, driving her to exhaustion. That was the best sleep she's had since she got here.
She leans forward, in case the bandage is coming back to her for another pass, and into him, so that half her chest is flush with his arm. ]