Yuu finally closed the rather classical computer, before leaning back in her chair. Shifting her gaze slightly to the side, as she beheld the multitude of empty mugs that once held warm coffee. She stretched her sore muscles, almost akin to a cat, before standing up. Taking her laptop, she was well on her way towards her room, when a sudden idea came to her. Continuing to walk down the corridors, she only stopped by her room to drop off the computer, before heading on her way towards a different room. Reaching the closed door, she only gave the nameplate a glance, before pushing open the door without knocking.

However, she did stop at the doorway in surprise, as she witnessed the sight of two grown men completely out cold, with a bottle of wine in the mix. Ignoring them for a moment, she wandered over to the bottle. Peering at it, she noted some of the leftover alcohol in it, and without any hesitation, she took a sip of it. Although rather strong for her taste, it still had an usual and exotic flavour to it. Placing the bottle back where she found it, she looked over to Gerard, before meandering over. Grabing the larger man's shoulders, she gently shook him, trying to wake him up.

"Non madamoiselle, you must not be so impatient," Gerard half mumbled in his sleep, before the incessant shaking made him realise that he was ACTUALLY being moved. "Quoi?" Gerard said as his eyes opened, slightly bleary, The Sirenian wine, though potent, left no sign of hangover, or lasting intoxication effects. Yet Gerard still half wondered whether he was still sleeping or not. "Madamoiselle Yuuyami, a pleasure as always you have you within my chambers," he said as he sat upright, wiping the sleep out of his eyes. It was only a few seconds since he had been sleeping and already the smarmy charm was bleeding out, "may I help you?"

Silently looking at Gerard for several moments, before Yuu finally spoke. "Can you....give me a massage?" Quietly voicing her request, she tilted her head slightly, her hair spilling over her shoulder towards her front.

With a wide smile, Gerard tilted his head slightly as he stood up, groaning with the effort. "But of course," he said as he stretched his muscles out, realising that at some point his ponytail had come undone. Sweeping his hair back into its glorious mane, Gerard indicated his bed...where a passed out massive American slab of meat was resting his head. "Just a moment," he said as he sauntered over to Wes. With an unceremonious yet gentle motion, he planted a boot in the side of his head and pushed him off, before moving aside. "Please," he said as a yawn passed, "make yourself comfortable."

Yuu almost laughed at the scene of Wes being shoved off the bed, the motion for some reason reminded her of scientist making the same motion to anything on their workspace during a new innovation. Complying with Gerard, she climbed onto the bed, before lying down on her stomach, her arms stretching out, once again rather cat-like, enjoying the feel of soft fabric on her bare arms.

Almost lazily he moved into position beside her and cracked his knuckles with a sound rivalling that of McKnight tearing into ribs before pressing his arms into Yuu's back. Inch by inch, he worked her back over with palm, fingers and wrist. Nothing much there but as soon as he met the shoulders he hit granite. "Sacre bleur, mon amis," he swore as he dug his fingers into what should have been soft flesh, "what have you been doing?" He narrowed his eyes, "apart from military duties." Careful not to hurt her, he started to press his palms in to try and loosen the muscle. "These shoulders...they are not human." Pushing Wes' comatose body further away, Gerard got closer to her shoulders, leaning close enough to breath down her neck if he wanted to. While her skin may have seemed soft at the time, they belied a rocky muscular structure.

Yuu started relaxing under Gerard's ministrations, only to wince as he had reached her shoulders. "Nonstop coffee and data reports." She knew her shoulders were sore, rather, she felt the pain, but she didn't realize it being that large of a deal until now. Squirming slightly, she mumbled, "And maybe tinkering with mechanisms in awkward positions...", before trailing off as she felt the slight graze of air from Gerard's breath. For some odd reason, this actually comforted her, and helped her to relax further.

Gerard nodded knowingly. "I remember when I was stuck doing data reports for the Capitane," he said as he managed to force the shoulders to ease up, "Went through 2 bottles of wine before I realised that I was meant to be signing on the dotted line." Thankfully, the crew had all forgotten about this by now. However, the stigma of a raging alcoholic still remained...not that it wasn't without merit. Moving Yuu's arms to her sides, he started to work through the other muscle group as he occassionally brushed hair out of the way, both Yuu's and his own. Finally, as he finished up on the shoulders he smiled. "There we go, you should feel a little better, non?" he asked before he started to move down...and stopped. Usually, he would have started working on the glutes and thighs by now...Only since this was a squadmate, he felt a little awkward about it. He vaguely wondered if he could skip it. "Is this satisfactory, madamoiselle?" he asked as he stood back up straight.

Enjoying the massage, Yuu let out a sigh, not filled with stress, but with relief. Smiling as she opened her eyes at Gerard's own story, she couldn't help but to comment on it. "I thought drinking made it harder to find that line?" Saying so with an amused tone, she blinked in surprise as she felt Gerard's hands leave her body.Upon hearing the question raised, she pondered for several moments, despite feeling rather hazy. Presumably from that drink that she tried recently. "You're good at this....but....is that all?", she asked this gently, before slowly adding, "Can you continue?", her tone rather similar to an innocent child's request.

"I...I can," Gerard said as he rubbed the back of his head, "but it would be in a rather...delicate area." He desperately wished for Wes to wake up right now. Either that, or stay asleep for the rest of the day. Him waking up in the middle of him...doing this would be disastrous indeed. He contemplated moving him out back to his own room but realised that the bastard would be too heavy to lift. Oh what to do...perhaps he could work his way out of this.

"Grrnngh.... ah'm not faht... just big boned..." came a lingering voice from the floor, cloudy with sleep and the remnants of too much psychedelic alcohol. He sat up, blinking heavily as his eyes adjusted to the scene before him. "Frenchman. Am I still drunk? There's a reason people call me a bull. Why does nobody ever invite me to the org-" 

Without a word, Gerard firmly planted his boot in the now awakened Wes' face and ground him into the bolted metal floor. At least he woke up before Gerard had started. "Non, you are not drunk, so pick up what is left of your social etiquette," Gerard said with a warning tone as he removed his foot, "besides, nobody invites you because you remind them of someone who's face had a run-in with an angle grinder." Turning back to Yuu, he tilted his head and sighed. "Are you quite sure about the massage, madamoiselle?" he asked a final time as he cracked his knuckles, "my hands will be kneading some...sensitive areas." He felt like he already knew the answer though as he walked over and grabbed a bottle of wine that had been left out. He was going to need it.

Yuu glanced over at the semi-awake Wes, who was immediately sent to the ground by a boot to the face. Blinking in awe at the rather rough handling that Wes could take, no matter how many different situations similar to this one occured. Turning her attention back to Gerard, she nodded again, showing her confirmation to his question, although she didn't exactly understand what the man meant by kneading sensitive areas.

Taking a hefty gulp of the wine, Gerard placed it gently back on the table before grabbing what remained of the Sirenian wine as he passed, his boots slowly ringing on the hard metal floor. As he stepped past Wes, he wedged the bottle in Wes' hand as he continued back to the bed. "Either drink it and pass out or retire to your own room," Gerard said as he slapped his shoulder, indicating in a friendly fashion that if he didn't leave, he'd jam a chassé kick staight into his groin. Taking a deep breath, he grabbed Yuu's feet and began to massage, applying pressure where needed and stretching the muscle elsewhere. Inch by inch, he moved his way up, making sure to keep her sundress between his hands and her skin. It was thin enough to not intefere with his massage...but that was a double edged sword. And then...he reached the derriere and inner thighs. He paused again. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Keeping his eyes closed, he reached down and grabbed a pair of buns. 'Its just dough,' he told himself as he massaged the glutes, 'I'm just kneading dough.' While he may have been going in blind, at least he was thorough. It was no less professional than the rest of his massage but he was closing his eyes and grimacing.

Yuu continued to allow herself to mentally sink in the sensations of her body being thoroughly massaged. However, she still hadn't understood what was the problem, as Wes had seemed to be about to say something rather unusual, and Gerard had mentioned sensitive areas. Before her thoughts could travel any further however, she felt the hands grab her. Making a rather quiet yet no exactly out of place sound that seemed to be a combination of both a squeak and a squeal, she buried her face in the soft matress. So this was what he meant by sensitive areas?

While Wes [i]had[/i] left on the behest of Gerard's boot to the face, his return was at the sound of the automatic door slamming open, Wes barging in with half the bottle left in one hand, and something sharp in the other. "I found it! I found muh sword!" He yelled, on the verge of being drunk yet again. "Y'all leave me out of all the fun and games, but here I am. I got me a sword." He unsheathed it, pulling the rather old fashioned cavalry blade outwards, exposing it. Clean gray steel edge with a gold inlaid basket handle. It wasn't something that should've been in Wes' hands. At all. Ever. 

Caught in the compromising position, Gerard instantly released Yuu's soft buns and snapped up, his eyes narrowed at Wes. "I'm very sure there is a rule against drawing weapons in the ship for no good reason," Gerard said as he took a step forwards, "you could very well get court martialled for this if Capitaine Marquis was paying attention." One more step. Almost as soon as his foot hit the ground, he back foot snapped up and slammed the hard rubber sole of his boot into Wes' fingers gripping the sword, forcing him to release his hold on the weapon. Nary a second later after his foot hit the ground again, he delivered a piston chassé lateral into his chest, pushing him out of the still open door. There was a reason why Gerard dominated the ring back in the infantry. With long, powerful legs and a solid base, he was a natural Savateur. When he wasn't holding an axe at least. "I'm confiscating this," Gerard said as he picked up the blade by its handle, feeling its weight in his hand, "at least until you remember what I told you when you first entered my room." When he and Wes had first started to get chummy, Gerard had warned him to never walk in armed unless there was a combat going on as he had walked in with a dirty pistol. While it had seemed a simple request, it most definitely was not. It was an order. Locking the automatic door, Gerard sighed. What a blockhead. On the otherside, Wes whined and groaned. "Yer' a blockhead! That hurt!"