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Stella complains—arms crossed over her dressing gown—that Judee’s overdoing it. Judee doesn't respond, preoccupied with her special lamp and small brown bottles.
“I’ve binned the lavender, as I know it plays havoc with your allergies,” she announces. “But would you prefer something earthy, or floral?”
“I’d prefer if you stopped fannying about with your new toy and just came to bed, love.”
Judee looks away from her setup, shooting Stella an unimpressed look. “I’m creating a relaxing atmosphere,” she protests. Stella moves to stand behind her, holding Judee’s waist.
“I won’t be that relaxed, once you get going,” she croons.
Judee rolls her eyes and returns to her task: adding droplets of a fresh-smelling oil to the reservoir, reassembling the lamp. Using a little remote, she cycles through the options— the room flashes various colours.
“Does it have to be pink?” Stella grumbles when she stops. Judee sighs, but clicks it again. She twists in Stella’s arms, coyly asks,
“That better?”
“Are you trying to make a point?”
“Of course not, dear,” Judee says, trailing the back of a finger down Stella’s cheek. “Just… You look gorgeous in red.”
“Come off it,” Stella grumbles, ducking to kiss Judee’s jaw, avoiding her adoring eyes. Judee indulges her until Stella’s teeth press into her neck.
“There’ll be none of that—”
“Judee, please—”
“Until after your massage. Now, come.” She pushes Stella away. “You get this off,” she says lowly, pushing Stella’s dressing gown open. “And I’ll get the towel off the radiator.”
“If you're that interested in getting things off, I’ve got much better ideas!” Stella calls over her shoulder. She hears Judee snort, notes how she doesn’t try and disguise it.
“Behave,” Judee scolds playfully. Stella steals a kiss before laying on the warm towel spread over their bed.