I think we were having too much fun. Everyone was. And honestly I'd rather have too much fun than being shut in complaining again.
[She waited to let him finish before she stepped back so he could get up, and took the sponge from him, rinsing it out thoroughly before she began to return the favor. Her hands were a little tentative at first, getting used to touching someone in a more intimate way. But Grace was focused on noticing every splatter of paint no matter how small and so she gradually gained confidence because it wasn't like this was rocket science. She only had to move from one spot to the next, following the edges and contours of Dick's body.
And he was in far better shape than she was, though she had never explicitly asked what he did for work because why talk about work. Hers had been messy for so long and when people hung out work was usually the last thing they wanted to discuss.]
I'll text you when I figure out what the next thing is. If you can make it great. If not I can always take a raincheck.
[She said, smiling up at him as she gently washed around his neck and collarbone. Playfully flicking a nipple with her fingernail, just to make him laugh more than any attempt at flirting. Dick already knew that Grace had a dirty sense of humor.]
Might have to ask you for workout tips. I stopped going to the gym when everything happened. Though I guess I don't really need to now, I'm not chasing criminals on the street anymore. But it feels weird to not try and keep myself in some kind of shape.
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[She waited to let him finish before she stepped back so he could get up, and took the sponge from him, rinsing it out thoroughly before she began to return the favor. Her hands were a little tentative at first, getting used to touching someone in a more intimate way. But Grace was focused on noticing every splatter of paint no matter how small and so she gradually gained confidence because it wasn't like this was rocket science. She only had to move from one spot to the next, following the edges and contours of Dick's body.
And he was in far better shape than she was, though she had never explicitly asked what he did for work because why talk about work. Hers had been messy for so long and when people hung out work was usually the last thing they wanted to discuss.]
I'll text you when I figure out what the next thing is. If you can make it great. If not I can always take a raincheck.
[She said, smiling up at him as she gently washed around his neck and collarbone. Playfully flicking a nipple with her fingernail, just to make him laugh more than any attempt at flirting. Dick already knew that Grace had a dirty sense of humor.]
Might have to ask you for workout tips. I stopped going to the gym when everything happened. Though I guess I don't really need to now, I'm not chasing criminals on the street anymore. But it feels weird to not try and keep myself in some kind of shape.