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║HAPPY BIRTHDAY @simamisgrape !✮
I hope you had a wonderful birthday and here’s to many more in this community! Happy Birthday from your friend Rosie^^
“Relax, I know how to massage people -- my mom used to pay me to do it.” She smiles fondly, turning her back to the angel as he shed his upper body clothing, remembering the hazy memories of her mother bribing her with $5 to massage her back for an hour.
Simeon chuckles, cheeks flushed a bit as he laid on the bed, arms folded under his head. “I’m so sorry for asking this, but after Mammon crowed about your massage skills, I couldn’t resist.” Ami laughs, turning her head slightly and beams at the sight.
“Really, it’s fine. There’s no problem with relaxation once in a while. Could I start?”
The angel seems to take a slight breath before nodding, head pillowed by folded arms. Ami comes closer, rubs her hands to ensure that they were warm and gently places her hands on Simeon’s surprisingly muscular back. It makes sense, she thinks, smirking at the way his muscles jumped, he flies.
She gets to work, grinding the heel of her palm into knots until they melted away, pressing the pads of her fingers into tense muscles until they shuddered. It’s well into 5 minutes before Simeon makes a noise. A soft, soft sigh of delight that makes her swell with pride. Ami leans in closer before a flash of white and suddenly she’s on her back, cheek smarting and eyes filled with tears.
“Amihan? Oh my goodness, I am---” Simeon is at her side, cradling her close to his body and angel wings arced above them both, rustling restlessly in his agitation. “I am so so so sorry, I hit you with my wings! Oh dear,” He touches her cheek, the area red and bleeding slightly from the lightning-quick slices of feathers.
Ami laughs loudly, grasping his hand and squeezing it. “It’s fine! I was surprised! Don’t worry too much about it, I’ve had worse. And I get to brag about being slapped with angel wings too!”
ami massages simeon’s back and his wings fly out and slap her face. :( he apologizes for 4 hours
3 days left!
-Oh, you come! Would you like to bring some adventures?
-Yes, Ku Chung!
-Ok. I want China`s rarity of The halls of the lost army.
-Yeah!