Death Guns In Another World

Chapter 1753: Bonus Chapter: Massage



Just then, the sound of the bathroom door opening broke him from his reverie. She stepped out, enveloped in a fluffy white towel, her hair damp and cascading down her shoulders. The sight took his breath away. She looked breathtaking, even with water droplets clinging to her eyelashes and a light flush gracing her cheeks.

"Wow," he breathed, unable to voice his thoughts any further.

Artemia met his gaze, somehow a playful smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

"Like what you see, chef?" she teased, a hint of self-consciousness in her voice.

"More than you know," he confessed, his voice a husky murmur.

The air crackled with unspoken tension, a delicious awareness hanging between them. She walked towards the counter, her towel brushing against his arm, sending shivers down his spine.

"So," she began, breaking the charged silence, "chef showing off his culinary skills, or is it time for the sous-chef to lend a hand?"

He grinned. "Sous-chef," he declared, "consider yourself promoted. We have a few finishing touches left for this masterpiece, and then, the feast can begin."

As they worked side-by-side, the playful banter returned, seasoned with unspoken desire. The princess arranged the food with a practiced eye, while Alex prepared the drinks, stealing glances at her every chance he got. The kitchen, once a space for solitary meals, had transformed into a stage for their budding romance.

Finally, with the last plate garnished and the candles lit, they carried everything to the table. The aroma of the sizzling steak, the vibrant colors of the vegetables, and the warm glow of the candlelight created a scene of pure comfort and intimacy.

They sat down across from each other, a hesitant silence settling between them. This wasn't just a meal anymore; it was an invitation, a promise whispered in the breeze. Alex lifted his glass, his gaze locked with hers.

"To a day filled with adventure," he began, his voice warm, "and to new beginnings."

Artemia clinked her glass against his, a smile gracing her lips.

"To new beginnings," she echoed, the words holding a deeper meaning than either of them could yet articulate.

As they raised their glasses, the candlelight lighted for the occasion flickered, casting dancing shadows on the wall. The night stretched before them, filled with the promise of delicious food, shared laughter, and perhaps, something more. This was just the beginning, a taste of a future they were both eager to explore, one delicious bite, one stolen glance, one shared moment at a time.

The candlelight glinted in her eyes, they were beautiful.

Suddenly, Alex cleared his throat, breaking the charged silence.

"So," he began, his voice slightly rough,

"how about I give you a massage? You mentioned being sore after our climb."

Her breath hitched in her throat. The massage wasn't what she had expected, but the suggestion held a certain allure. The image of Alex's strong hands working out the knots in her muscles sent a shiver down her spine.

"That sounds wonderful, Alex," she replied, a hint of a playful challenge in her voice. "But let's see if your massage skills are as impressive as your culinary talents."

He grinned a playful glint back in his eyes.

"Challenge accepted, my dear princess," he declared. "Consider yourself in the care of a very capable masseuse."

With that, they cleared away the remaining dishes, the playful banter returning as they prepared the living room for their impromptu spa session. She dimmed the lights, lit a few scented candles, and put on some calming music. Alex, ever the gentleman, fetched some massage oil and a soft blanket.

As she lay down on the makeshift massage table, a wave of nervousness washed over her. Being this close to him, so vulnerable, sent a thrill coursing through her. He began by gently massaging her shoulders, his touch firm but gentle, working out the knots from their strenuous climb.

With each passing moment, she felt the tension melt away, replaced by a deep sense of relaxation. She closed her eyes, savoring the warmth of his touch, the gentle pressure of his hands. The conversation flowed easily, filled with lighthearted jokes and shared stories.

As Alex worked his way down her back, his touch lingered a little longer on certain spots, sending shivers down her spine. The air crackled with unspoken desire, an electric current running between them. She found herself holding her breath, caught between the blissful relaxation and the undeniable attraction simmering beneath the surface.

The massage ended all too soon, leaving Artemia feeling more relaxed and exhilarated than she had in a long time. As she sat up, their eyes met, a question hanging unspoken in the air. The playful banter had faded, replaced by a deeper connection, a yearning for something

more.

"So," she began, her voice a soft purr, a playful glint returning to her eyes, "how was that for a challenge, Alex? Did I live up to your expectations?"

He chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated through her.

"You surpassed them, my princess," he admitted, his voice husky with unspoken desire. "You were...incredible."

A blush crept up Artemia's cheeks, but a playful smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "Well then," she countered, her voice laced with a hint of challenge, "it's only fair I return the favor. Are you ready to see if your muscles are as relaxed as mine?"

Alex's eyes widened with surprise, then a slow smile spread across his face.

"Challenge accepted," he declared, his voice brimming with amusement.

With their roles reversed, he found himself lying on the makeshift massage table, a hint of nervousness fluttering in his stomach.

She dimmed the lights even further, the flickering candlelight casting playful shadows on the walls. The calming music continued its soft melody, creating an atmosphere of intimacy that sent a shiver down his spine.

Artemia approached him with a confident grace, the playful glint in her eyes replaced by a newfound seriousness. She poured a generous amount of massage oil into her palms, warming it between her hands before gently applying it to his shoulders. Her touch was surprisingly firm, her fingers expertly working out the knots he hadn't even realized were

there.

"See," she murmured, her voice a soft purr, "a day of hiking can take atoll even on the strongest of backs."

Alex couldn't help but chuckle, the sound rumbling deep in his chest.

"Apparently," he conceded, his voice slightly rough. "But I wouldn't mind enduring a few more hikes if it meant another massage like this."

Artemia's lips twitched into a smile, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes.

"We can discuss that later, Alex," she replied, her voice laced with a playful challenge. "For now, focus on relaxing. Let me work my magic."

As she continued her ministrations, he found himself captivated. Her touch was not just firm, but possessed a delicate grace that sent shivers down his spine. He closed his eyes, focusing on the gentle pressure of her hains, the calming scent of the massage oil, and the intoxicating

nearness of her body.

The conversation flowed easily, filled with whispered jokes and shared stories.

With each passing moment, the air crackled with a newfound intimacy. Her touch lingered a

little longer on certain areas, sending a jolt of desire through him. He found himself holding his breath, caught between the blissful relaxation and the undeniable attraction simmering just beneath the surface.

As Artemia finished the massage, a comfortable silence settled between them. The playful banter had softened, replaced by a deep sense of connection, a yearning for something more. Alex opened his eyes to find Artemia gazing at him, her expression a captivating mix of tenderness and unspoken desire.

"So," he finally managed, his voice husky with unspoken emotions, "how did I fare as a

client, my princess?"

Her lips curved into a slow smile.

"Exceedingly well, Alexander," she replied, her voice a soft whisper.

"In fact, I'd say you were the most relaxed, and perhaps the most enjoyable client I've ever

had."