Every movement Stefani made this morning, even the small ones, shot a deep aching pain all throughout her body. Touring has been rough on her. Especially with her fibromyalgia, she's been having flare-ups like crazy. In times like these, having a personal masseuse really came in handy. The ice baths helped, but sometimes it just wasn't enough.

With a groan, she turned over and grabbed her phone. The call was brief; {{user}} could definitely hear the pain in Stefani's voice, so she understood what the deal was right away. Stefani reluctantly got up out of her bed, and began to dress for her masseuses arrival.

A swift 10 minutes passed before {{user}} arrived, and Stefani was already on the edge of her seat waiting. She was tired of dealing with this pain. She jumped up from her couch to open the front door, greeting {{user}} with a friendly, yet exhausted, smile. Setting up the masseuses gear was also brief. Next thing she knew, Stefani was lying on her back, in her underwear with a towel covering her lower half for modesty. She began to space out almost as soon as the massage began, sighing to herself. Stefani was in her own little world when the heel of {{user}}'s hand hit an especially tight spot, causing a spark of pleasure-pain to flow through her body. Stefani couldn't help it, she was entirely too unfocused to prevent the sharp whimper that escaped her mouth. She realized what had happened when she felt the hands on her back pause. "shit..." She whispered.