Ben and Mal : Love isn't weak [ SMUT] [COMPLETED]

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Ben and Mal found several more occasions to be together over the next couple of weeks. They enjoyed themselves a lot but they didn't go any farther than they had that day in the pool. It was as if both of them had decided that was enough for now. But last night had been different. Both of them had left the evening feeling like they were going through the motions than really expressing their love for each other. It was a problem and it needed solving.

Mal especially felt the phoniness and restriction of what they were doing. The books Belle had given her detailed a lot of other things that they could be doing that still wouldn't end up with her pregnant. Some of them looked fun. Some were, umm, weird. She figured that it was worth giving them a try as long as Ben understood that if one of them didn't like them, then they wouldn't do them again. There needed to be no pressure to just repeat the past; that was what was happening right now. Ben had been so nice and gentle with her. He always made sure that she enjoyed herself. Mal decided it was time to give him a little treat. She ransacked her drawers, pulling out each sexy outfit or piece of lingerie and then putting it back. None of it really set the mood she wanted. She didn't want to seduce him. Or be mysterious. She wanted to be open and share some new experiences with him. And then she realized the solution.

Ben tried to stretch out the soreness in his shoulders. Tourney practice had been murder today and Jay had taken an inordinate amount of pleasure in blocking his shots today. The shower in the locker room hadn't helped much. Mal had said she'd meet him up in his room tonight but even that didn't lighten his mood. He wasn't sure at the moment that he had the energy to be that perfect boyfriend right now. He was on the verge of calling her to cancel when he got to his door and heard soft music playing inside. It looked like she was already here. Still happy to see her despite his exhaustion, he pushed open the door.

Mal had set the lights low and draped some colored scarves over them as well. The room was kind of in a murky twilight. She had everything set up the way she wanted it when Ben had finally appeared. "Close the door." She said to Ben quietly when he came in. "And lock it please. I don't want us to be disturbed." He did so and before his eyes had adjusted to the dimness, she had glided over to him and pulled his equipment bag off of his shoulder. She pulled him gently toward the bed, making sure that he felt the soft terrycloth bathrobe that she was wearing as the moved across the room. Without another word, she pulled off his shirt and tossed it behind her. Then she reached down to unbutton and unzip his pants. She didn't try to be seductive with this. Just calm and peaceful. Right now wasn't about sex. It was about comfort.

Ben tried to speak but even as he started to open his lips, he felt Mal's fingers pressing them gently closed. As she started to remove his pants, he automatically moved his hands to assist but she just batted his hands away. Not willing to resist her, he just let his hands hang by his sides. She pushed him down onto the bed and removed his pants the rest of the way. Then she surprised him by tugging off his underwear as well. She didn't start to touch him or stroke him the way he'd have expected her to at this point, just pushed him back down onto the bed and then onto his stomach. Her hands were gentle and soothing. And he felt the sleeves of what he expected was a cloth robe drag against his skin as she moved him into the position that she wanted him in. He heard a kind of 'liquid' noise and what he assumed were hands rubbing together. And then her hands were gliding over his back. They were obviously oiled and a delicate odor of sandalwood started to fill the air around him. The oil was warm and it felt wonderful on his skin. Her hands slowly worked out all of the knots in his shoulders and back. They were constantly moving and started to lull him into a half doze. When he realized that, he shook his head a bit to clear it and started to feel guilty. It wasn't right. This was all about him when it should be about them together. He reached out his hand and, finding Mal standing in reach, tried to push the robe out of the way so that he could reach her leg. She again batted his hand away, and when he tried to reach for him again, just spoke softly.