With the help of the mysterious woman in a mask, whom she could never quite recall, Celeste was making a remarkable recovery. Her fears and hesitations had melted away. She was her confident self, and smiled far more frequently. Each night she failed to take her potion to prevent nightmares, she still dreamed of being trapped in complete darkness. Akira had forgiven her, and was quite happy to see her getting better.
Larka, on the other hand, was having difficulties adjusting with her constantly raging hormones. Her body was getting heavier with the swell of the twins, putting strain on her back. Celeste wanted her to stay in bed, to keep the heavy weight of the twins from damaging her, or them somehow get hurt. But Larka would never agree to that, so she kept it to herself, but kept her watchful gaze trained on her wife. Still, there was something she could try to do to help calm the stressed mommy.
The bath house they had chosen could not have been better. They got a delightful massage, helping Celeste release some of the pent up tension she had harbored since being rescued. Together, they were escorted to the bath, where the water was warm, and they were alone. In the corner was an oil disfuser, bamboo sticks stuck out from a clear bottle of oil. Someone had chosen an interesting choice of lilac, sandlewood, and a hint of lavender, scents meant to relax and reduce anxiety. Celeste approved as she cuddled her wife.
She had been caressing the baby mound. The children had been still since the massage, and Celeste was hoping that meant they were simply asleep. All babies do that, she had been told, even in the womb. Larka began to tease her breast, to which Celeste answered with a soft moan. The once-Reaver knew that one of Celeste's erogenous zones was her neck. With the heat of the water, the relaxed euphoria, and now the fondling of her breast with the stimulation of the neck was an instant turn on. Her hand trailed up to Larka's breast and began her own ministrations.