DenEst (goddess au) 7

                                    

                                          


                          
Den finished his shower quickly, not wanting to waste water or make Esti wait. He just put on the boxers he was wearing before, then aggressively towling his wet hair to try to dry it. It didn't really work.
                          
Whatever, it was good enough. He hung the towel up and left the bathroom, wandering to the kitchen as he ran his fingers through his hair, still trying to shake stray droplets out. "Esti? You can use the shower if you want..."
                          
"Hm...? Oh, no, I'll take one tomorrow." Her head was still turned to a little container of oil she had found in one of his cupboards, dipping her finger in it and rubbing it across her thumb.
                          
Oh well, the consistency was close enough to what she had often used to assist the planets by massaging them. 
                          
"Go upstairs and lay on the bed." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with her pinky, screwing the cap back onto the container before washing her hands under the sink.
                          
He didn't bother asking anything, just nodding and heading upstairs. Laying down sounded nice. He could do that.
                          
Den bellyflopped on the bed and then scooted to the edge so Esti would have room on her half, stuffing his face into a pillow. This must've been the one Esti slept on last night. It smelled nice.
                          
After a few moments Esti entered the room, placing the container of oil on the nightstand. 

"I'm going to give you a massage," she hummed, pressing her palms against his sore back as she sat down where his hips were, straddling him in a sense as she picked up the container of oil, rubbing it on her hands before pushing her thumbs up his back, moving her hands in soothing motions as she massaged him, not giving him time to complain or refuse the offer.
                          
He lifted his head and opened his mouth to say that he was fine and she didn't have to do this, but a groan came out instead, and he stuffed his face back into the pillow. Fuck, that felt good. It was like she was working some magic or some shit. Den was too tired to think about it.
                          
Esti just tilted her head as she loosened his muscles, taking her time to slowly go over every part of his back, starting with his shoulder blades and working downwards.
                          
She was content doing work like this. She wouldn't even call it work, really, she was just happy that Den was enjoying it. "Does this feel okay?"
                          
"...Yeah..." he mumbled, his voice muffled until he turned his head to the side. "You're really good at this."
                          
The gentle touches were nice. Den was more accustomed to having girls dig their nails into his back and make long, angry marks across his skin. With Esti's hands on him, it almost felt like he could forget every bit of physical pain he had felt.
                          
Her hands eased themselves all the way up to his neck, applying pressure for a moment before pressing her thumb either side of where the tendons on his back were, soothing her fingers all the way down his back, right to the waistband of his boxers. 

She sat straddling him quietly as she continued to massage him, a little flush of red rising to her face as he complimented her. Usually she'd just get a 'press harder' or 'God, they're useless'. So that was nice. 
                          
Once she was sure he was asleep, she got off of him as quietly and as slowly as she could to not disturb him, closing the lid of the oil container and putting it back where she found it in the kitchen before heading back up, her steps featherlight as she closed the door and climbed into the bed again, sighing as she eased into the covers, her eyes watching his peaceful resting face for a few moments before turning away, her back facing him as she closed her eyes. 

At least he was happy. Or relaxed. She wasn't exactly sure if he was content after what Fin had did to her. But she didn't understand. Did Denmark not want to be intimate with her? Why had he fingered her, then? Was there a connection she just wasn't getting? She didn't know.
                          


                          
When morning came, Den woke first, rolling over in bed and stretching with a wide yawn. Fuck, he couldn't remember the last time he had slept so well. Maybe it was a good idea to keep Esti around after all.
                          
He rolled out of bed, careful to keep quiet as so not to awaken the sleeping girl. A pang of guilt hit him as he looked at her sleeping face, barely visible in the darkness. It wasn't her fault that Fin liked her. It wasn't her fault that he had kissed her, or that she had sat on his lap. She just didn't know any better.
                          
With a soft sigh, Den slipped out of the room and went to the kitchen. Might as well start breakfast, even if it was still pretty early.
                          


                          
It took Esti a little while before she woke up. 
                          
She had stirred gently, fluttering her eyes open and searching around the room for Den before resting her head back onto the pillows, a sigh escaping her lips.

Slowly shifting onto the side he had been on, she stuffed her face into his pillow, holding the blankets tight around her, as if that would mimic his arms around her waist and his face in her neck. 
                          
It didn't, but it was better than nothing.
                          


                          
"Den?" she called, walking down the stairs as a few strands of her hair fell onto her face, her hand on the railing as she looked at him. "Good morning."
                          
"Morning." Den was finishing up a pan of eggs, just like yesterday. This time, though, he had also cooked up a thick slice of ham. He wasn't sure if she would eat it, but there was no harm in trying. 
                          
He turned his head to look at her properly. "Thanks for the massage, by the way. Your hands worked wonders, I actually slept well."
                          
"Oh," she folded her hands politely in front of her, a small pink rising to her cheeks as she looked down at them, not really knowing how to react. "Do you have issues sleeping?"
                          
"Not normally, but my back usually hurts just enough to bother me." He left the eggs on the stove and went to open the window, in case the cat wanted to come visit. "It's not too bad, so I can just ignore it and go to sleep. Do you eat meat?"
                          
"Not often," she confessed, walking over by the windowsill and waiting for the creature. "Will we be doing anything in particular today?"
                          
Den set the food on two plates and brought them to the table. "Hm... I have something to do this morning, and in the afternoon I was just going to go hunting. You can come with if you want...? Not sure how much you'd like seeing dead animals, though." He sat, gesturing for Esti to sit down as well. "Don't bother waiting for the cat, sometimes he doesn't come."
                          
She hummed gently, looking at Denmark and coming to the table. "I see."