Urgh! When will my suffering end?!” Rhea complained as she tossed herself face down onto your shared bed. “You have no idea how badly I need a massage right now” She whined, her face buried in her pillow.

“You know…maybe you should have listened to me when I told you getting a full back piece the night after Wrestlemania was a bad idea.” You playfully dissed your girlfriend, grabbing the small bottle of lotion Rhea’s tattoo artist sent her home with. Rhea groaned into her pillow, the soreness from Wrestlemania three nights ago started taking its toll on her. She had the marvelous idea of getting a full back tattoo just one night later. Although you repeatedly advised her against it, Rhea was still on a high from her win, she wouldn't take no as an answer.

You pulled Rhea’s bathrobe off and began slowly pulling off the cling wrap placed over her tattoo. “I’m sorry baby.” You apologized as she hissed in pain.

Rhea hummed in relief as you began lathering her chiseled back in the lotion. “Thank God.” Rhea praised under you, a laugh escaping your mouth. “You’re such a baby! What would you do without me, hm?” You teased, making sure to be gentle as your hands glided over the freshly inked skin. Rhea laid in silence, listening to you quietly hum the tunes of your favorite songs. Once you had placed a fresh sheet of cling wrap onto Rhea’s back your hands found themselves massaging the knots out of the rear half of Rhea’s legs.