[ She huffs softly, amused, as her fingers smooth over his shoulders, muscles tense under her hands. It doesn't surprise her at all, knowing Tim, but under the circumstances he could afford to unwind a little...
He's been standing in the water long enough that it's no trouble wiping off most of the paint with fingertips and nails. He's clean before long - still partially clothed, which she thinks is a little unfair, but she'll bring it up in time. For the moment, she skims her hands back up and over his shoulders, steps forward a little and presses herself against him. She drops a kiss against his shoulder. ]
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He's been standing in the water long enough that it's no trouble wiping off most of the paint with fingertips and nails. He's clean before long - still partially clothed, which she thinks is a little unfair, but she'll bring it up in time. For the moment, she skims her hands back up and over his shoulders, steps forward a little and presses herself against him. She drops a kiss against his shoulder. ]
You're good.