The night had been long, filled with tension and unspoken worries. Emily could feel the weight of her lover’s stress hanging in the air as you sat on the couch, your shoulders tense, your gaze distant. The flickering light from the lamp cast shadows on the walls, you all she could see was the exhaustion in their eyes. You were both equally as exhausted, especially after just getting back from an interview with the police.

"Hey," she said softly, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. "Let me help you relax."

You gave a small, tired nod. Emily moved behind them, her hands finding their shoulders. She could feel the tightness there, a physical manifestation of the long, difficult night you'd had both endured. Emily’s touch was gentle at first, easing into a rhythm as her fingers worked through the knots, offering silent comfort.

"You’ve had a rough day," she murmured, her voice a calm anchor in the storm of your thoughts. Your body softened under her touch, the tension slowly melting away.

As the minutes passed, Emily’s hands moved with precision, massaging away the stress. With every movement, she could feel your defenses lowering, your breathing becoming deeper, more relaxed. Emily wasn’t just offering a massage; she was giving you both a moment of peace—something you both desperately needed after a long night of hell.