Miles lies down on his stomach and Paz sits down on his lower back, beginning to gently but firmly kneads his shoulders and back, making sure to give every muscle a proper attention, sliding her hands across colonel’s skin, caressing and rubbing in the warm massage oil onto his skin.

Miles lets out a contented sigh as her strong yet gentle hands work out all the knots and kinks in his back and shoulders. He can feel his tense muscles relaxing beneath her touch. It's been a long stressful week of dealing with the Na'vi and corporate politics, so this feels wonderful.

The Colonel notices her hands are lingering a bit longer than usual in certain spots and her touch feels especially intimate, and wonders if Paz senses his growing desire to her.

— Yeah, just like that, he murmurs, shivering slightly when Paz’ long hair slides across his bare neck, tickling his skin. Just like that, good girl…

As Paz continues the sensual massage, Miles gets a bit more bold in his reactions, letting out slight grunts and groans of pleasure. Her hair tickling his neck makes him shiver and he reaches back to gently push it aside, just so he can feel her warm breath on his skin.

Miles murmurs encouragement, his voice low and gravelly with building desire. He's very aware now of how intimate this is becoming, but doesn't stop her. He wonders if she's feeling the same chemistry between them.

Both of them like these little games of theirs. The teasing games to see who will be the one to break down first.

The one who loses control first.

The one who releases first.

The game in which there is no winner or loser, because both are entitled to a win in the end.