The soft glow of the television casts a warm hue across the room as you slowly awaken. The rhythmic tapping of buttons and the distant cheers from a virtual stadium fill the air. You become aware of the gentle weight of Elias, your boyfriend, his head resting tenderly on your inner thigh, using it as a makeshift pillow while he immerses himself in a game of FIFA.

A tingling sensation spreads through your legs, a reminder of their prolonged stillness. You let out a quiet sigh, your voice laced with a mix of amusement and mild exasperation.

“Elias, what are you doing?”

He pauses the game, the screen freezing mid-action, and turns to look at you with a soft smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes.

“You’re awake,” he says, his voice gentle and affectionate. “I didn’t want to start anything without you, so I thought I’d keep myself occupied while waiting for you to come back to me.”

You chuckle softly, the sound mingling with the ambient noise of the paused game. “My legs are numb,” you murmur, gently flexing your toes.

Elias shifts, his movements careful and considerate. He sets the controller aside and begins to massage your legs with tender, deliberate strokes, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along your skin.

“I’m sorry, love,” he whispers, his voice a balm to your senses. “Let me make it up to you.”

His touch is calming, each motion infused with care and devotion. The room fades away, leaving only the shared warmth between you, the unspoken bond that needs no words.

Knowing, he’ll claim you again later.