> "Okay," she admitted as she took the hand towel from the hook over the
soap
> dish and the soap below it, lathering it up into the towel "So I've gotten
> into learning Dutch. You'd be surprised at the terms I've picked up
> though."
>
> "Draaien masseren je schouder." she instructed him with a half grin (Let
me
> help take care of your shoulder) and reached up with the hand towel and
> rubbed his left shoulder and the muscles within.
>
> "I hope that's from yesterday and not now, Derek." she added softly, her
> body grazing his as she stepped in closer to his and deepened the massage
> and murmuring under her breath, more to herself than to him as she
commented
> on how good he looked. She let her gaze dart to his and again smiled
softly
> and shyly as she continued her administrations.
>
Derek:
Derek stretched his neck slightly as she worked on his shoulder,
"yesterday," he confirmed. He had been startled to say the least, but not
enough to cause that kind of tension. He held her gaze for a moment and
managed to smile at her. The massage was actually helping him to relax and
it felt wonderful. Though he was still trying to acclimate himself to this
situation. "But it seems to be improving now."
