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R-Right. Sorry. I'll zip up.

[He's not kidding anyone - he'll keep making neurotic little suggestions the whole time if not stopped. Probably after that, too.

But he tries to keep his word for now, instead pressing his hands into her body and pushing, rubbing, squeezing along every inch he can reach. When he's massaged somewhere long enough, he moves down the length of her tail, continually rubbing her itchy scales through the damp towels.

Even though the noises she makes are anything but PG. Barry blushes, looking around. For once, he hopes Taako or Lucretia wander into the room, so they can see there's! nothing filthy going on! No nasty business, just a massage!!]

Y-Yeah? I can tell y'like it. Is this good? [He moves his hands back and forth over her tail, alternating directions, watching for her reaction.]

[Lup's used to it, knows it's how he tries to cope when he's forced to sit back and watch a situation unfold with no way to fix it. She saw the way he was hovering anxiously over Taako when her brother's scales started to come in the other day, saw how he tried to stuff Lucretia full of comfort food and booze when she grew her second pair of eyes. And it'll be just the same when Taako's comes in, just like how Barry went through at least seven panic attacks while Lup grew her own.

But hopefully he won't pass out this time.

For now, he's doing his damn best and Lup is completely grateful, her whole body stretched out flat for him, hips wiggling a little when he presses down just right against a particular itch that's been killing her for hours. Both of Lup's long, hooded ears are drooping down against her shoulders, her body shuddering and trembling with every pass of his hands.]

Fuck, this is so good, Bar. You have no idea. Maybe a little to the left. That spot's been driving me crazy.

[listen, he passed out for a completely legitimate reason, the anxiety was maybe only 75% of it??]

Little t'the left, got it...

[Barry repeats the motion again and again, moving according to Lup's instruction, hoping he gets every spot and then some. Seeing her writhing with discomfort on the couch has been unbearable. He hates the thought of Lup being uncomfortable in any way, and by the looks and sounds of it, she's been miserable.

Halfway down her tail, he starts wrapping his hands around her tail as well as he can, squeezing and kneading and rubbing and stroking, hoping to feel some of the shed loosen around the smaller scales towards the tip.]

Whaddya wanna do after? Wanna nap under th'heat lamp for a while? I could bring Matilda in, if y'want some company. I know y'haven't seen the chickens in a couple days.

[Now all of Lup's writhing and wiggling is at least for a much better reason, a delicious shiver slipping up the very long length of her spine as Barry massages into her scales, working away all of the discomfort with the magical press of his hands. Once his touch moves down her tail, to where he can nearly wrap his hands around her, kneading and squeezing with just enough strength to make the end of Lup's tail flop around madly, that's when her shed starts to break off from her new scales, loosening around her tail. Without access to the lake to let her soak, it's unlikely she'll have quite as satisfying as a shed as she has in previous months, but as long as it gets the fuck off of her, Lup doesn't mind in the slightest.

It just feels so damn good to finally feel even a touch of relief.]

Nap sounds great. Wanna cuddle with me? [Getting to wrap up all nice and tight around her husband under the heat lamp sounds like heaven.

Barry asks after the chickens and Lup's skinny shoulders shake with a laugh, like she's going to scoff off the suggestion, but he's not wrong. Lup hates how much she adores their little chicken family, but they're just so cute, bubbling with unexpected personality. And Matilda is one of her favorites.] If you want.

[which is Lup for please yes but i dont want to say it]

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That sounds real nice. Think I'm gonna make good on that water spritzer idea though, so we don't dry out.

[Yeah, Lup can't fool him. He knows she adores the chickens. It had kind of been a big joke when they'd first started taking in animals, that they'd never be able to tell them apart, that they'd just end up eating them whole if they were hankering for a snack. But they've both grown so attached to the chickens. Funny little ladies, so full of personality and spunk.

Barry knew Lup would take a shine to them. And the chickens completely worship her in return.]

I think I do. Think Matilda misses ya too.

[He keeps rubbing at the very tip of her tail, then starts working his way back up her body, squeezing and kneading.] Think she's gonna gossip to the other girls when she gets back into th'coop? How she got t'hang out under th'lamp with us?

[It's not a bad idea, after all, Lup isn't the only one here in danger of completely drying out. Sitting under a heat lamp as intense as hers can't be very good for a kelpie, but Barry's been right there with her anyway every single day, sacrificing some of his own comfort just to be near his wife.

Springtime just can't come soon enough. Lup can't wait for them to spend their mornings swimming in the lake together instead.]

Most def. [His strong hands massage back upwards along her tail, moving against her bristling scales, and Lup flattens against the couch again, finally pulling the towel off of her face completely, letting it drop to the floor. The start of that peeled away shed continues with his movements, loosening her old scales against her new, getting the snake nice and ready to just start peeling it all away. Just a little more...

The naga peers over her shoulders, still managing to look back at Barry, even when her eyes are so clouded over.]

Maybe we should just bring 'em all in. Y'know, just to keep all the ladies from fighting.

[That's all!! She just doesn't want fights!!]

[Right. No fights. Just a gaggle of chickens clucking in their living room. Taako is going to have a fit when he comes in - but honestly, Barry couldn't care less.]

That's a good idea, Lup. I'll get'em a tray of feed and let'em hang out in here for a while.

[Lup sounds like she's doing a lot better now, with Barry's hands squeezing and rubbing all the way back up again. While he can't feel her shed loosening from her scales the way she can, he can tell she's enjoying this, calmed by having her itch sated for now.

He can't wait for her eye caps to fall off, so he can see her bright beautiful eyes again.]

Gettin' ready for nap time, dear?

[Lup can't wait for her eye caps to fall off either, but that's mostly because there's so much hot horse in front of her that she'd like to be able to see.

But as incredible as Barry's hands are, the heat lamp and a nap sounds incredible after a long night of discomfort, of barely being able to close her eyes without some part of her tail needing a scratch. And hopefully once she's settled, Barry will be able to rest his eyes with her. Lup knows he's barely been sleeping, half out of his own nervousness over her shed and half out of Lup just not settling into bed properly all night, her tail flopping this way and that, always in motion, shifting the mattress under her all night long.

And yet he's still right here, rubbing away at her bristling, but soft scales, never complaining. She loves him so damn much.]

Only if you promise to keep rubbing me down once all the old ladies are settled. Dunno if I could nap without your healin' hands on me.

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