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Carol was so very glad for the sensoriums. They were marvelous, to say the least. Which is probably why, the moment she found them, she kept coming back for longer and longer periods of time. She'd been flying over New York City, during Wanda's little House of M world. She'd been surfing in Hawaii, went hiking through a rain forest, and even visited with her brother. The last one had been a bit creepy for her, but it was nice to see him again. She'd even fought some AIM guys as she worked out. All in good fun, but now it was time to rest and relax. And this place was perfect for that.

"Beach. Bright white sand, clear blue sky, and the ocean gently crashing on the shore. Make sure I have a comfortable lounge chair.. and some fruit drink." She smiled as the room flicked into view around her and she relaxed back on the pillow topped lounge chair. She looked down at her outfit, the plant suit, and then looked up. "Black bikini. String. Oh and I'll need sunglasses." She let herself smile as the things she asked for appeared.

"Now if you could just bring me a pretty boy to tend to my every whim, this would be paradise."

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"Only one who really used any "mecha" or armor, or robot form... was Tony. Iron Man. I didn't need it. Naturally super strong. Well not naturally, but it works none the less." She sighs softly. It'd been a long time since she was able to relax like this. It was good, and she was fighting the urge to pass out.

Luly bites her lip. She's not sure whether to be impressed or a little freaked out by the idea... but, regardless, she keeps massaging Carol's legs. Well, more calves now, and she's making her way to the woman's feet—

"You know, you'll really have to return the favor sometime," Luly says, voice tinged by the faint fear-excitement of getting the treatment in return from someone with the strength Carol has claimed to have.

"Wouldn't want to have that debt hanging over me for long." She laughed slightly. "Whenever you need it darling. I'm rather good with my hands."

"Oh, tell me more," Luly says as she squeezes at Carol's feet, having slid down to perch at the edge of the woman's lounge chair next to them. She's edged her voice right into that mischievous territory between 'clean' and 'full of subtext'.

"No lover of mine has ever complained." She smiled at that.

"Now that sounds like a challenge," Luly murmurs, sliding a little up the chair closer to Carol. She's quite intrigued, really—there's that tinge of faint fear in her voice, but it's outweighed by the interest...

She tilted her head slightly to look at Luly and smiled sweetly. "Mmmhmm." Her eyes looked a bit tired. The massage had nearly put her to sleep, and now that Luly had stopped, she was fighting the urge to pass out.

"But right now you look a little sleepy." Luly slinks her way up further, leaning against Carol's back. "I guess that's a sign that I'm good at this. Here, mm, move over a little," she says, trying to claim a little bit of space to stretch out up next to Carol.

Carol does as she's told and moves over. She lets out a small yawn into the palm of her hand and tilts her head to look up at Luly.

"You really are good at it. I haven't felt this relaxed in a long long time."

Meluly presses in a little against Carol's side, herself laying halfway on her side, and her smile stretches a little farther at the touches of warm skin. One of her arms slides over to gently trace against Carol's back.

"I could take a nap myself," she says. There's something about her that's really quite catlike, basking in the sun and heat, and so languidly dextrous.

Carol nodded her head and didn't resist the urge to nuzzle into the warm body beside her. When was the last time she had just laid with someone beside her? Simon? But no, she'd left him in bed when she ran off. So it had been even longer.

So much in fact, she couldn't remember.

Luly lets out a softly contented noise, wiggling in a little tighter against Carol. Her hand slides under the back string of Carol's bikini top, not to undo it but just to be able to touch against the middle of the other woman's back uninterrupted.