[i]Just a lil wholesome story I wrote- I hope y'all enjoy, and you can find me on X, Tumblr, and Ko-fi at ErisXDrifter to see all the Drifteris content I post :) [/i] “Ow- stop, what are you doing?” Eris grumbled, shifting once again as the Drifter's fingers dug into her side. “Well, if you'd just sit still a minute, I could do this properly and you wouldn't be feelin’ any pain,” he murmured softly, his focus not entirely on what he was saying. “and how could digging your fingers into my back not cause me pain?” She snapped back at him. Eris Morn shifted once again atop the armchair, the Drifter positioned behind her, one leg on each side of her own, fingers pressed into her robes. “And you still have yet to answer my question,” she continued as Drifter pulled her closer. “I'm tryna give you a massage, Moonlight. Now sit still and let me work,” he reached up, starting on her tense shoulder blades, caressing softer this time as he worked his way down. He felt her stiffen under him a moment, before relaxing into his touch, a gentle sigh escaping her lips as his fingers worked through the tension in her skin. The Drifter smiled with triumph, glad that Eris couldn't see it, as he eased his way down her spine, before next delving one hand under her left pair of ribs, and another one on her right. Then he leaned in until his chest was against her back, his face against her ear as his breath touched her cheek. “How's that?’’ he groused, a playful smile on his face. “Better.” Eris replied simply. The Drifter responded with a chuckle and a soft kiss to the side of her neck before leaning away and caressing the lower part of her back, letting his fingers work the stress away. “You deserve more resting’ time, Eris.” The Drifter continued, his tone soft and his eyes focused on his work. “The troubles of this world will not rest.” She replied, eyes closed as she took in his touch. “No,” he began, working back up her spine. “but we've been over this, Moonlight. You can't keep on savin’ the world if you never take a moment to breath.” She sighed. “I know…” He began rubbing and kneading the fabric over her shoulders, stealing his chance to swoop in and press his lips to the nape of her neck. She relaxed further into his touch. “I'm glad you're lettin’ me do this.” “As am I.”