It was good that he didn't decide to add it to the list. With the way a number of people on Atlantis still felt about wraith in general at this point in time, such a move would undoubtedly be seen as an insult more than anything. Maybe in another few decades things might be different, but for now that was just how it was.

Giving massages like this had always been a favorite thing for Rogue, even when she'd had to do it wearing gloves, which was infinitely more difficult. She'd had a special, textured set made just for using with Remy, who tended to get banged up and bruised more than most people, but being able to use her bare hands changed everything. It was easier to feel that tension in the muscles, to focus the pressure on the knot until it began to ease and loosen, and that groan was exactly the sign she needed to know it was working as it should.

When she'd finished with the more noticeable spots, she finally moved to the top of his spine, just as she'd promised. Light, smooth strokes over those sensitive ridges, circling her fingertips over and around them, listening for his reaction so she'd know what method to continue with as she worked her way down to the base.