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Tywin Lannister X Reader - (Healing Hands)

"Please, Father. She's good. If you don't enjoy it, you needn't do it again. But it's worth a try, surely?" Jaime begged. "Gods know you need it." He mumbled under his breath.

Tywin let out a slight growl in frustration before standing and submitting. "Fine. Just once."

Jaime's face lit up. "Great! I'll get her now." He said, before speeding off to find you.

"Come on, y/n." Jaime called, grinning at you. "He finally agreed."

You sigh as you begin to walk alongside your friend. You first met Jaime when he came to you for help with his (now severed) hand. The constant wielding a sword had caused it to seize and become painful. You managed to ease the stiffness and pain over several weeks, weeks in which the two of you forged an unlikely friendship.
"Surely it is no good to force him? If he wishes for my help, then he would seek me out."

"Oh please, y/n. He wouldn't call for a Maester even if he was turning green. Besides, I trust you and I know you'll be able to help."

You stepped through the door and bowed at the tall, older man. Your heart fluttered at his piercing gaze. Jaime was handsome, but Gods, he was average compared to the well-built, strong features of his father.

"My Lord. It is a pleasure to meet you." You smile, batting your eyelashes ever so slightly.

He simply nodded, rather stiffly. He stood, looking remarkably awkward for a few moments before saying, "What do I do?"

You smile gently before saying "Some of my clients prefer to sit, some prefer to lie down. I would suggest staying seated for the first time. It won't be as intense, you see."

"Seated. Alright." He nods again before sitting in the leather chair at his desk.

"I would ask that you remove your shirt, My Lord. Noble men such as yourself tend to carry their stresses in their shoulders and chest." You say, placing your satchel on the desk and removing several small vials from within.
You covertly glance at the older man, watching him unbutton his undershirt, revealing a surprisingly muscular body. Opening a vial, you drop some of the oil into your hands, warming it, before moving behind the old Lion and placing your hands on his shoulders. Gently, you begin to work at his knotted muscles.

"The muscles in the shoulders and neck can become very sore and painful. You never realise how much, until that pain is eased." You say in a half whisper. Your thumbs working in fast small circles evokes a slight moan from the man in your grasp, causing you to flush. Moaning was expected and normal when receiving a massage, but your mind couldn't help but wander to less... therapeutic causes.

Around fifteen minutes passed, Tywin's body softening by your working fingers, when you slowly remove your hands and walk to stand before him. "Doubtless you are a busy man, and I shall not take any more of your time. I believe that was enough to give you a taste of my work." You smile and say softly. You notice a far away, content look on his face, a look that suited that stern man.

Snapping back to the present Lord Tywin uttered "I...Yes. Thank you, Lady y/n. I shall send for you again when I have more time." He wanted to stand and show you out, but his legs were weak from relaxation.

Picking up your bag, you say "I would be delighted, Lord Tywin." Before leaving and telling all to a waiting Jaime.