Personal Pain Relief

John was thankful to be at least getting the chance to be active, even though the docs said no running for him till those ribs were a-ok. Still getting around in the house was fine, preferred. A natural reaction to what happened to him meant that most would shut themselves in and sulk, John didn't like to think of himself as a hermit. Quite the opposite, and as luck would have it here he was getting the joy of painting a beautiful woman. Professionally the young man hadn't worked on any pieces due to defending the titles, but they were gone now. And in his current state John wasn't intent on making trips to galleries anytime soon.

Eske's annoyed remark served to jerk back the young man back to reality, she could be acerbic at times. But John could always admit she was honest, even with that he still gave a little smile. As he prepared to get to work, John got sat down and prepared everything. "Right, starting.....now." he muttered loud enough for the writer to hear, though she asked him a question. Mr Carnaby liked making small talk while he worked, helped keep him grounded and the person he worked with at ease.

"Ah that......" John said, he didn't hesitate though. And started to work, Eske was going to ask him about that title match. The one that led to John being in the state he was in, the young man gave a little laugh with some mirth in it. He thought about choosing his words carefully as no doubt Eske was wanting to probe him, but honesty was best. Besides the master of creation trusted her. "I was so close, you saw it. The only good thing about it was that I didn't feel it when I hit the ground, but man it was really damn painful when I woke up. Worse than any hangover." he stated as he leaned out of his canvas, admiring Eske's figure before resuming his work.

Eske, though very precise and accurate in the ring, was not the most easy to stay still for so long. Unless she was comfortable. And surprise surprise, she was...

Eske fixed her glasses, putting them back up the bridge of her nose while she listens to John. "Yes, you took quite a spill. One that could have ended your career. Or postponed it for a very good amount of time. How did you feel immediately after the loss? Were you scolded?"

The woman shifted her eyes around the room, taking in elements of John's room to use in conversation.

John's eyes darted to the movements of Eske's glasses, but only for a split second. He'd keep the details in mind though, always aware of the bigger picture. The writer was probably not as comfortable as she was when she'd be reading, but keeping herself limber was important too. And she took John's rule of casual talking to get some more information out of the master of creation, no doubt wanting him to elaborate on his fall.

"Feel right after the loss? How do you think? My first thought was 'Fuck this hurts and where the fuck am I?' Doc's say I'm lucky, doesn't feel like it though. Lucy was there, showing concern. My boss was there too, Lucy said he'd refused treatment till he knew I was okay." John said, he was telling it how it had occurred. Though he didn't describe the battered look that Mr Knight had.

"And I don't recall Ryan giving me a bollocking, he wasn't smiling course given we lost. But he wasn't shouting at me, said I'd performed admirably as a right hand man and beyond what could be asked. I couldn't really reply though, then he went out to get treated. He's gone now, don't know where." the young man sighed, no conversation. Just a note on the study. John's apartment was distinctly British, but it was a good deal messy. Given his state the master of creation had let some things fall to the wayside as he recovered from his failure, but there were still the works of art that he was known for all around at least.

She took in the information. The sweet, juicy information. Eske had no intentions of telling anyone what she heard here today. "Mhm...And now tell me. How cleared are you? Certainly not for any type of combat. But...For anything a bit rough? Or maybe I should say physical?" She hoped he didnt get the wrong idea. In fact, yes, she hopes he was thinking dark or something intimate. It was far from the real thing Eske wanted.The reason why she came here in the first place.

Her own little, personal.....Redemption. She was definitely going to be the one that would kick the man when he is down. Both metaphorically and literally...

Looking around his room proved to be an interest, but would get her nowhere near her ultimate goal. She needed answers to fuel her firepower.

John didn't know why he was divulging all this stuff to Eske, he didn't think it'd sounded that interesting to someone who wasn't present at the hospital with him. But hey if it was what she wanted to hear fine by him, plus it made him feel a bit better. Getting it off the proverbial chest so to say, plus the young man knew Eske was quiet enough so that she wouldn't betray his trust. But John was caught off guard by what she asked of him next.

Inquiring about the former tag champ's medical state, it made him pause. Enough so that John stopped mid movement, John wasn't allowed to wrestle or even drive right now. But perhaps this was in relation to why the pair of them were in their underwear, if Eske was hoping John was thinking like that well.....she'd probably be right.

"O-oh, umm.....well I guess so long as you don't try and slam onto my chest I guess I'll be fine." John stammered out before resuming his work, he certainly hadn't expected Eske to be so bold. But it was enticing to say the least, it had been her idea to be dressed like this in the first place. "Just uh sit tight for a bit longer okay?" the master of creation said as he resumed his work, the sooner he was done meant the earlier Eske could move around more.

The way he stuttered and such. It made Eske confident that she was flustering him with all the wrong thoughts. And that was a good thing. She wanted him not to know about her motives. They were slightly childish and maybe a bit cruel. But she wanted her revenge and her redemption against John for her first loss. The way he just folded her back in his submission...She just couldnt get over how hard he pulled.

When her looked at her in a confused way, she raised an eyebrow. "Hm?" was all she said right then. John resumed his painting and told her to lay there and be still for just a bit longer. She didnt want to give it away to the artist what her idea was, but his answer didnt satisfy. He needed to be more specific.

"I know you wont be doing any full time matches soon. But...How about just...Enduring something?"

John knew that Eske was trying to get under his skin, and it was working to be perfectly honest. Given his vulnerable state in terms of mostly his body but also his mind with how everything had been up in the air, and he was showing the weakness of it given that after all he was only human. It had only been made a bit more awkward with the pair in their underwear, while he was no stranger to that it had been rather sudden due to Eske's unexpected visit. Though not entirely unwelcomed given her nice figure.

Eske was at least alright with sitting still for a bit longer, perhaps she was wanting to have the proof that John made something involving her. At the very least it wasn't good practise to have the person involved run out mid work, the master of creation had already done Eske in the canvas. But the background was needed to be done, still it seemed the writer wanted more clarification regarding John's condition.

Mr Carnaby gulped quietly, he had an inkling on what Eske wanted. And it wasn't going to be something that he liked if he was honest, regardless John trusted that at the very least she wouldn't break his ribs. No she'd do something else.

"I guess I'd be fine with that, so long as you don't crush my ribs. I don't think I'd thank you for that." John said, giving a little laugh before wincing a little. Tickled his chest, but he knew that Eske was going to keep trying till she got what she wanted. Besides at least they again were in their underwear, John wouldn't object to that he supposed.

Eske had become unattached to many things in life. Some of those things were embarrassment and most, not all, shame. She didnt really feel odd about laying in John's room, on his bed, in her underwear. Her eyes would rarely tell those who looked into them what she was thinking. The writer only saw it as another strange and odd chapter to add to her story.

As quietly as that nervous swallow was, she still heard it. And even Eske couldnt help curling her lips into a smirk. "Crush your ribs? And how were you thinking I would do that?" She said her next sentences with a slight tease in her voice. "Sitting on you? A body scissor using my lovely legs? Stepping on them with my petite bare feet?" She rolls her eyes. "Or some other, more delicious way that you have thought out? Well...No. Your ribs will most likely be safe. Though I cannot promise."

Okay at this point John knew something was clear, Eske was milking his vulnerable state for all it was worth. Even the slightest bit of weakness that the young man showed was being milked to full effect by the writer, she was enjoying this. And it only made John feel a bit more worse inside, call it his gut feeling. Well at least someone was happy in this situation, but John would try to at least get something out of this by admiring Eske's body. It was something rare he felt for her to be dressed like this near another.

Now though Eske was planning to get some more into John's head after hearing that swallow, she was smiling too. The writer questioned the artist why he thought she'd attempt to crush his already battered ribs, John caught the teasing tone she had. And Eske talked about her features, which the young man's eyes drifted to. And even perhaps suggested John might have another masochistic suggestion. Eske didn't promise but stated it was likely his ribs would be safe.

That was probably the best John was going to get out of Eske, after all odds were she wasn't going to back down on this. John sighed and set down his tools and said "Okay, well I'm pretty much done now. I'm ready when uh you are......" the master of creation stood up and waited to see what his guest would do. He knew that in this situation perhaps it might be best to just tuck his tail between his legs and take the pain he was going to receive.

She saw that he was now past the point of childish and adorable shyness and was at an accepting and vulnerable state. She may have pushed him a bit far. Eske had to both reel her teasing back and also boost his confidence and morale again.

"W-Well just hamg on a moment. Even I wouldnt just jump to the next thing. Not at all. Not without admiring the work...Nay, masterpiece you have created." Eske sat up and hoped off of the bed. Walking over to John, she lays her head very gently on his chest as to get a look at the art he just finished.

Doing this also gave Eske a guage to go by on how harmful she would be able to be. Laying her head on his chest could tell her how hurt his robs still were. Would he accept the gentleness or back away from a still stinging pain?