DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone in the WWF, if only in my dreams.
DISTRIBUTION: Go for it, just stamp my name on it and let me know.
RATING: PG-14
CONTENT: Sex scenes and language
SPOILERS: None that I know of.
SUMMARY: Kat gets her own TLC.
Kat felt like crap. Her nose was stuffed, her throat was raw, and each and everyone of her muscles ached. Not the usual aches and pains from working in the gym with the boys, pushing their bodies beyond their limits, but a much deeper pain that made her feel weak and fragile.
So when her assistant got the call to take over that morning, she knew right away that her boss was in no condition to work.
"So where's the slave driver this morning?" Jason asked as he made his way into the gym with Adam and Andrew.
"She's out," her assistant said, pointing out free machines to the boys.
"Anything major?" Andrew asked.
"Has to be," Adam said, "to take out a Canadian."
And major it was. When they saw Kat on the way to the airport, she was bundled into her coat, a knit cap down to her brows, and a box of tissues in her hand.
"What happened to our feisty Canadian?" Adam asked, lightly punching her shoulder.
"Get away from me if you don't wanna be sick," she told him, her voice sounding raw.
"We got the flu vaccine," the whole Canadian Mafia told her with a grin.
"Why the hell didn't I?" she muttered to herself.
"And since we're a nice bunch of Canucks," said Trish, taking one of Kat's bags, "we'll help you out today with whatever you need to do."
"You guys really don't have to. Tonight's a big night for you guys, RAW and all..."
"It's all right," said Chris, the toothless one, "we can manage you on top of everything else."
And so, for the rest of the day, Kat had an endless supply of hot chicken noodle soup, tea, water, Day Quill, blankets, everything a body needed to survive through the influenza bug. On top of that, she also got to hear their endless tales of their own bouts with the devastating disease. But throughout the day, what the young woman appreciated the most was having a shoulder, be it Morley's or Chris's, the blonde one, to put her head when the day simply took its toll on her.
By the end of the day, Kat's throat wasn't quite as scratchy, her nose was somewhat clearer and she was past the shivers and chills that usually accompanied the flu. Apparently, her fellow Canadians' attentions has scared away her symptoms and her flu. Well, all of her symptoms except one. Her body still ached.
"All right," Jason finally relented after hearing Kat's colorful collection of curses when she tried getting up from a chair, "tonight, I'm going to treat you to a special Reso massage."
"What's so special about it?" she asked with a grin.
"You'll know soon enough."
Later that night, Kat walked out of her bedroom to find Jason laying out a sheet on the bed. He was wearing black track pants and his customary Edge & Christian yellow T-shirt with the sleeves cut off. The room was filled with New Age music and there were a few aromatic candles burning here and there.
"I'm ready," she whispered.
"Good," Jason whispered. "Lie down. We're going to start with your front so we can have a little chat and then finish up with your back so you can just doze off."
"OK. Now Reso, you're sure you know what you're doing?"
"I'm sure. Trust me."
Kat laid down on her back and closed her eyes. Jason looked down at her, at her long brown body, covered with two white towels, at her messy ponytail and took a deep breath as he carefully rearranged the towels to protect her modesty. Once the towels were appropriately covering her body, he squeezed some massage oil from a bottle, warmed it into the palms of his hands and started getting to work on her face. Her long lashes fluttered open and she looked up at him, gulping nervously.
"What are you doing?"
"Giving you a Reso massage."
"And it starts with the face?"
"Yeah. You got a problem with that?"
"No, I mean. I don't think so."
"You got to relax more."
"You know what, I hear that so often, I'm going to start believing it's true."
"It is. I'm sure that if you weren't tense so much, you would have remembered to have that vaccine done and you wouldn't be in this much pain right now."
"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"
"And growling at me won't change that."
"It makes me feel better."
"Liar."
"Grrrrrrrrrrr," the growl was softer this time, more subdued and Kat's long lashes finally fluttered closed.
"You're good at your job," Jason went on telling her, "you keep us on our toes, and in line, which isn't easy, and in shape, which is great! So you don't have to stress yourself out all the time."
"But if I don't, there'll be another trainer who'll only be too eager to fill my shoes."
"As if we're going to let that happen."
By then, Jason's hands had made their way to the top of her breasts. He stopped and looked at her face, only to find her eyes intent on his.
"No two ways about it," he said, "I'm going to get closer to your breasts than most of us have ever dreamed of. But bear in mind, I'm a professional here."
"You're a professional massage therapist?" she asked with a grin, nodding at him to go on.
"I can pretend to be."
"Why doesn't that make me feel any better?"
"I truly don't know."
Kat closed her eyes and tried thinking of her mother, of her father, of her sister as Jason massages her breasts under the cover of the towel. Problem was, it was difficult to think about these people when she had difficulty bringing their faces up to her mind. Something about having hands on her breasts that ruined her focus. Well, not just hands, she reasoned, his hands.
When he moved on to her ribcage, Jason heard Kat's sigh and wondered if it was in relief. Had she hated his touch so much? He'd thoroughly enjoyed touching her. It was more than just a massage for him. It was something he'd been dying to do for ages, touch her, feel her. But he had to remain professional. He was massaging her, nothing more, nothing less.
"Uh, flip over. I'll turn around."
Kat moved uneasily, wondering if he'd been able to smell her arousal. Once she was on her back, things were easier somewhat. And definitely more effective. The immense weight she'd been carrying on her shoulders seems to turn to butter under his magical fingers. She groaned, she moaned, she sighed, she grunted, she responded to his massage completely.
"Feel good?" he asked as he ran his fingers up and down her back.
"Oh yeah."
"Good, that's how it's supposed to feel."
"Almost as good as sex," she whispered with a smile.
"I'm sorry then."
"Sorry? Why? Oh wow, that felt so good."
"Thank you. Well, this is just a massage. Sex should feel way better."
"How much better?"
A smile curved her full lips in the sheet as she waited for his response.
"One day I'll show you."
"Soon?"
"How soon do you want it to be?"
"Tonight would be good."
Jason kept on working her soft skin, trying to make sense of what she'd just said. Tonight? She wanted him to prove how much better than a massage sex could be? He kept on working until he was down to the tips of her toes and gently covered her warm body with a sheet. Carefully, he wiped the oil from her sleep-heavy body and went around the room, blowing the light from the candle wicks. He stopped at the door and opened it.
"Jason," he heard her say, "I thought you were going to show me something."
The sheet had slid off her body and Kat's slightly shiny body glowed darkly against the stark whiteness of the bed linens. Jason found himself faced with no choice but to shut the door.