Mairead & Iovita

I'd asked for some help on this scene on Facebook; I ended up finishing it, although this and the preceding scene are still going to a beta reader for help on Iovita's talking- she's lived her whole life in Georgia, USA, so that's gonna inform her word choice. I don't want to overdo it though, so I've asked for help. I just don't know how much I want, but having had her sign and type mostly so far is making this tricky.
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“How about that massage now?” I'm so hungry for touch. She lit the coconut cream and lavender scented candle on her nightstand.

“I'd like that.” Iovita rested her head on her pillow. She lay still as Mairead pulled off her socks and then wrestled off her dress.

“I do so enjoy when you go without underclothes.” Grabbing the bottle of relaxation oil, she moved to Iovita's feet. “You want me to start on your front?”

“It's not like I'm a cishet guy who's gonna be all silly about a woman rubbing on me.” Iovita pulled a scrunched and silly facial expression.

“Uh huh.” She poured some oil onto one palm before putting the stopper in the bottle's neck again. “Tell me if any part feels too tender for rubbing.”

Iovita nodded.

Mairead grasped Iovita's right foot, her thumb running along the sole. She collected some of the oil with her other hand before working on both of Iovita's feet. She inhaled quietly and smiled at the scent of Iovita's arousal over the massage oil. So beautiful. So loving. After rubbing the feet for several more minutes, she let her hands wander to Iovita's ankles. “Calves sore?”

“Not that I feel particular soreness. It's my hips and lower back that are particularly tender,” Iovita said.

“Okay.” Mairead collected some more oil before starting on Iovita's shins with both hands. Her fingers ran through the luxurious leg hair. “I don't know how I ended up in such varied relationships all with people who keep their body hair natural. Well except for Happy's color choices.”

Iovita laughed. “We enjoy sex in the bodies we have. Why bother? Anyway, don't you enjoy the way I use limited energy?”

Grinning, Mairead shook her head at Iovita's comments. “Of course. I'm just glad that even you here in the US where femmes are pressured to shave don't seem to have that cultural baggage. I'm not sure how the trans women here do it, unless they're super obvious about it like Jacob Tobia.”

“Yeah. I think, as a visibly disabled person, I'm not expected to have a sex life at all so I almost get a pass.”

“That's just rubbish.” Mairead moved up to rubbing Iovita's knees, working on one at a time with both hands. “But then there's all too many who don't see long distance relationships such as ours valid.” She licked her lips. “Would you say we're queerplatonic, you and I?”

“You asking seriously or as a roundabout why of asking for something after my massage?” Iovita arched her eyebrow.

“Maybe both?” Mairead shrugged and moved onto the top of Iovita's left thigh. “I don't want to push you into anything physical just 'cause we're living together.”

“We haven't normally engaged in any of the forms of sexuality present in our polyamorous relationship, but I might like too.” Iovita moaned softly as Mairead's hands slid down onto the sides of her thighs. “Okay, not might. I would like to, but I'm not having a lower pain day and I always feel guilty about my ability to reciprocate physically.”

“This isn't the baseball game being scored that is cishet sexuality.” Mairead brushed her fingertips over Iovita's hip creases, just below the swell of her belly. “There's no porno cum shot moment to be had with our bodies.” She poured some of the relaxation oil over her lower stomach and started rubbing gently. “How's your stomach feeling this evening?”

“A little queasy. The cobbler looked so good, but I think maybe it was sweeter than I should have had.”

​Mairead nodded and significantly reduced her rubbing so that it was just her hands moving across Iovita's stomach.