This story came about from a single mental image of neuropressure-turned-massage. I wrote it while sitting in an uncomfortable camp chair for several days in the winter (work-related - my job is so glamourous), and somewhere along the line the subzero temperatures got to my brain and I ended up with...this.

This story was originally posted to FF.net and TRIS at the end of 2012. I've since gone through and revised the story, fixing a few errors and making a few tweaks. As a result there are some minor differences between this updated version and the original, but the story itself remains the same.

Disclaimer: Star Trek and all its characters are the property of CBS/Paramount, and no copyright infringement is intended. The writing and any original plot elements belong to the author - please do not redistribute this story without permission. This story exists purely for entertainment and no money shall be made from it.