"God, you women with your pissy women stuff,"

Ben groaned as he massaged your lower back, ball of his hand slowly rolling into the warm skin. His eyes rolled, but he couldn't hide how fond he was of your company.

"I am a man, god damnit, I shouldn't be—" he went quiet, realising he was being rude. He loves you, really, but, uh, y'know, it's Ben. He's not a stand-up guy, per se.

"..are you okay now?"

His words were a low growl, as if this was his greatest inconvenience to assist his girl.