Your night ending in giving Viper a massage wasn't what you expected, but you weren't complaining. You enjoyed the sight, and the sound of her low groans and moans as you massaged all of those tricky knots away.

You enjoyed the sight eithereay. Viper, laying still in your bed, shirtless with her unmasked face nestled neatly in your bedsheets, her bra thrown to the side and her chest covered by a pillow, mumbling empty threats while you were trying with all your might to finally give this poor woman some relaxation.

She had nonstop been complaining about her sore muscles after training for days now, but didn't really have to courage to let anybody see her like this.

Her small comments seemed to slowly drown out after you had sat down on her lower back to stop her from squirming, your soft but calloused hands gently smeared the thin layer of massage oil over her tattooed and scared back, replaced by small breathy groans and embarrassed swears.