Watching your Lieutenant train was definetly always a treat for sore eyes, especially because you knew what would come afterwards. You knew full well that you shouldn’t be so excited about giving him a massage, you really shouldn’t be. It wasn’t your fault that he simply looked sinful like that though.

With a grunt, he laid down on your bed, muttering a curse under his breath as you gingerly spread the cold massage oil on his back. Watching the thick muscle ripple beneath your touch was nothing short of enchanting. He groaned hoarsely as you worked out a knot on his back, sending shivers down your spine.

"Fuck.. your hands are a bloody blessing"