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After a hard day of practicing her aerobatics, a certain imp gets a well deserved wing massage.

I loved the sketch so much, I had a stab at a challenge based on it... Story in 100 words. So before we get started, thanks Softy! Love it!

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"Oww!" She giggled.

"Hey, ‘Oww’ means stop!"

"I know," Even his voice smiled as he found another tender spot, "but does it mean ‘stop now’?"

"When I asked if you had a potion for aching wings, this wasn't what I had in mind." She growled darkly.

"You could drink it if you like..."

"Would it help?"

"...Not really... It’s massage oil."

She laughed. Even though it ached, laughter felt good.

"Oww! Damn it, stop!"

His hands came to a rest, warming her shoulders, "Right now?"

"Oh..." She smiled contently, "Sometime in the next five or six hours will be fine."