Still, she was rather pleased by her ability to kick them off and walk into the inn. Having the strain be removed was pleasant enough for her to sigh a little, though she continued to have all sorts of aches from her feet and ankles on up. Those weren't just from her shoes though, and she headed straight for her room, even knowing that it had been all the walking that she'd done during the day that had caused her pain in the first place.
All that she'd need to do would be to get her things for a bath, head down to where she could soak her aches away, and then relax for the evening. If that didn't do it, she did have other possibilities, since Motoko had to know how to handle such things. Though, she seriously hoped that she wouldn't have to go to Su for any of it.
Opening the door to the room, she stepped in... and saw her husband. "Keitaro? What are you doing here?"
"I thought that I'd... hang out here, you know," he stammered, ducking his head a bit. "Sort of... keep calm...."
"But didn't you have something to do today?"
"Only a meeting, and that was finished earlier today. I mean, they just told me that my... I was given a form...."
"Just spit it out already, will you?" she growled, glaring hard at him.
"They told me who my teaching aide is supposed to be. And it's... I've got... A girl's supposed to.... The one who was picked is...."
"Motoko, I know."
"Yes, it is.... How did you find out?!"
"She told us at lunch. They let her know today too."
"They... did?"
"You didn't talk to her?"
Keitaro rubbed the back of his head. "Actually, I kind of slipped up here and avoided them as I went."
"And why would you do that?"
"I'm not sure that Motoko isn't mad. And if the others had found out, I'd probably be...."
"The same as always," she sighed, and winced slightly.
"What's that mean? And why are you acting like you are?"
"It's nothing. To both questions."
"But you're looking like you can't stay standing as you are. You keep on shifting...."
"I just had to walk a lot today. There were interviews and meetings, so...."
"Oh...."
"Now, I just want to relax."
"Sounds like you need a massage."
His wife gave him a wry smile. "To tell the truth, that'd be nice."
"Then why not lay down?"
"Eh?"
"When I was working with Seta, he showed me how to do that sort of thing."
"Wouldn't it be a problem? I mean, this would be...."
"Nothing to worry about. I can handle it. Trust me," he told her with a confident grin.
"Okay, but don't you do something...."
"Relax, relax.... I don't see how anything could go wrong with this...."
"That's what's got me worried," Naru muttered as she lay down on on her belly on the futon that he spread out for her.
Working the kinks out of his hands, Keitaro looked down at his wife's prone form... and giggled nervously a bit. There, laying bare beneath his eyes were both of Naru's legs. Those smooth, long, and shapely limbs tempted him like a pair of forbidden treats. They were so lovely that he almost feared touching them, but he also could see just how wonderful it would be to get his hands on them. He would get to touch her bare flesh, and would be expected to feel up something that another guy would love to just touch, though it was now all for him.
"Is something wrong? Did something happen?"
"Uhhh... No! Everything's fine!"
"Good," she murmured, and made a sour expression. "For a moment there, I thought that you didn't find it appealing to give me a massage."
"It might be easier if that was the case."
"Huh? What's that mean?"
"I mean that your legs are great. You're just...."
"Yes?"
"So beautiful. It's almost like it wouldn't be right for me to touch them...."
A rush of color lit Naru's cheeks, and she gave a nervous little smile. "Don't worry. I'm your wife. You can touch them. You can touch me."
"I can?"
"I insist. Touch me now, would you?"
"Oh. Okay...." he agreed, and reached down to put his hand upon her bare calf. Then he slowly, but surely, started to work upon the tense muscle, stroking along the silky surface of it with a touch that was both feather light, and strong. "How's that?"
"I like it. I really like it...."
It wasn't that they tried to hear the words, as they were pretty responsible in keeping themselves from doing something untoward. Not a single attempt was made to eavesdrop, or get a peek in, but then there wasn't exactly a need to. Given the way that the place was built, and the relative quiet of the day, it wasn't too hard to get an earful.
"Oooh.... Keitaro, you've got such great hands...." came Naru's voice.
Shinobu had been passing by with some cleaning supplies, but she nearly fell on her face as she heard the words.
"That feels so good...."
About the only thing that Ema could be thankful for as she blushed at what she'd just heard was that her friends weren't with her.
"Ahhhh.... I really needed this...."
Listening in wasn't something that Su had much of a problem with, as she merely stopped stopped working on her new mini-observatory and wondered if she could get some of that too.
"Oh, Keitaro.... Touch me there. Please!"
One wouldn't have normally expected Motoko to stiffen up as a statue, but then she hadn't been expecting to come across what sounded like erotic words coming from the room where she'd been planning on asking Keitaro to talk with her.
"Oh, yesss...."
Mitsune smiled, closed her eyes, and shook her head at the sight of each the girls as she passed them by. The way that she figured it, nothing was happening, but it sure as hell sounded like things were getting nice and raunchy in there. But then, she wasn't exactly about to mind if that should happen to be the case. There was a problem with that though, as she recognized just what was likely going to be the situation whenever the two would come out, while:
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