Infinity Smashed: Shaved
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lb_leeTitle: Shaved
Series: Infinity Smashed
Summary: Bob spent the latter half of the seventies shaving everything, and he still remembers what a pain it was. He can't imagine it's any less obnoxious for Grace, but he CAN imagine it's one of the only ways she can be herself at work. NSFW.
Word Count: 777
Notes: Takes place after Forever, Right Now. Happy consensual shaving kink.
With one thing and another, Bob starts staying the night at Grey’s place more often. It’s easier, especially since Jenny knows and doesn’t require excuses. (Though she does seem horrified at the idea that Grey is a sexual being and not a killer government robot.)
Bob hasn’t had to share a bathroom in a while, but they build a morning routine. Grey gets up, puts on the coffee, and leaves the paper for him. Once the Liquid of Life rouses him, he drags into the bathroom and showers and shaves because once Grey returns, she’s in it til they leave. Sometimes he reads the paper to her but always through the bathroom door, and he has to brush his teeth over the kitchen sink. It works until he gets a bad breakfast burrito one morning and bursts in while Grey’s showering, apologizing profusely.
There’s no hiding the amount of shaving cream everywhere. Grey mostly shows concern for Bob’s health (he’s fine, once the burrito’s out of him), but she also seems shamefaced, like he caught her at something.
They rush on to work and don’t talk about it. Bob doesn’t know what to say, because he’s not sure what she’s ashamed of. If she’s not happy with her body, why remind her? If she doesn’t like him seeing her, how to reassure her?
Then he gets an idea. He packs a bag, stays the night, and come Saturday, forces himself up early to chug his coffee. When Grey comes back from her run, flushed and smelling delicious, Bob is alert and holding a straight razor.
“I could do that for you, if you want.”
Her eyes are wide, but she says, “Okay.”
The shaving kit was a well-meaning gift from an old coworker—tasteful, butch, and hilariously kinky. It’d taken all his self-control to say with a straight face, “Thanks Marv, I’ll treasure it always,” before forgetting it in a closet. Bob can use a straight razor (Papa insisted), but he’s never wanted to wave a lethal weapon around before coffee. Well, not for fun, not until now.
With kink, his mind slows down and everything drops away. A daily chore like shaving becomes ceremonial, meditative… and hot. Usually, they fuck with Grey still dressed. He’s seen her naked before, but never for long. This time, though, she holds still, lets him build up a rich, creamy lather with the badger brush, soap her up, and razor her clean. It’s a lot of skin.
When he feels Grey’s eyes on him, he looks up to find that worshipful look on her face again. Bob’s got enough of an ego to like the stroking. He smiles at her, and she turns pink and averts her eyes, which just ices the cake. Half the department is scared of her, but he makes her blush like a schoolgirl.
So when he finishes her legs, he tosses the towel over his shoulder and asks, “want me to go higher?”
That, he can tell, Grey doesn’t shave, at least not regularly, but Bob can’t resist the look on her face. She swallows, opens her thighs to the razor, and this, this is what he’s kinky for, that perfect moment when she bends for him because she wants to, wants him to. Because he’s just that good.
Bob kisses her hip by the weld job scar, and she sucks in her breath.
“Twenty?” he asks.
“Sensitive.”
“Oh? In a good way?”
She nods.
He grins. “Good.” He goes back to work.
He likes the idea of her going to work with all this under her uniform. Part of him wants someone to notice. To want, though nobody in the PIN will ever admit that old Specialist Ironass is hot as hell.
Then he catches himself, shoves that thought (and its possessiveness) away. Stop it; down, boy. Don’t ruin a good thing. Leave it in the scene.
But when he finishes and she runs her hands over herself, feeling the difference with a wondering expression, Bob has to busy himself with putting things away. He’s never been good at hiding his feelings, and seeing this beautiful girl covered in signs of him—hickeys fading on her neck, skin razored smooth… seeing her like it…
“Thank you,” she says.
Bob isn’t sure why she’s thanking him, but he also never wants her to stop, so he says, “you’re welcome,” and kisses her hip again.
She squirms, and for a moment, he thinks she’s going to pull away, but then her hands come down on his shoulders. Her eyes are questioning.
“Please?” she asks.
Bob has never been able to resist a sub with good manners.
Series: Infinity Smashed
Summary: Bob spent the latter half of the seventies shaving everything, and he still remembers what a pain it was. He can't imagine it's any less obnoxious for Grace, but he CAN imagine it's one of the only ways she can be herself at work. NSFW.
Word Count: 777
Notes: Takes place after Forever, Right Now. Happy consensual shaving kink.
With one thing and another, Bob starts staying the night at Grey’s place more often. It’s easier, especially since Jenny knows and doesn’t require excuses. (Though she does seem horrified at the idea that Grey is a sexual being and not a killer government robot.)
Bob hasn’t had to share a bathroom in a while, but they build a morning routine. Grey gets up, puts on the coffee, and leaves the paper for him. Once the Liquid of Life rouses him, he drags into the bathroom and showers and shaves because once Grey returns, she’s in it til they leave. Sometimes he reads the paper to her but always through the bathroom door, and he has to brush his teeth over the kitchen sink. It works until he gets a bad breakfast burrito one morning and bursts in while Grey’s showering, apologizing profusely.
There’s no hiding the amount of shaving cream everywhere. Grey mostly shows concern for Bob’s health (he’s fine, once the burrito’s out of him), but she also seems shamefaced, like he caught her at something.
They rush on to work and don’t talk about it. Bob doesn’t know what to say, because he’s not sure what she’s ashamed of. If she’s not happy with her body, why remind her? If she doesn’t like him seeing her, how to reassure her?
Then he gets an idea. He packs a bag, stays the night, and come Saturday, forces himself up early to chug his coffee. When Grey comes back from her run, flushed and smelling delicious, Bob is alert and holding a straight razor.
“I could do that for you, if you want.”
Her eyes are wide, but she says, “Okay.”
The shaving kit was a well-meaning gift from an old coworker—tasteful, butch, and hilariously kinky. It’d taken all his self-control to say with a straight face, “Thanks Marv, I’ll treasure it always,” before forgetting it in a closet. Bob can use a straight razor (Papa insisted), but he’s never wanted to wave a lethal weapon around before coffee. Well, not for fun, not until now.
With kink, his mind slows down and everything drops away. A daily chore like shaving becomes ceremonial, meditative… and hot. Usually, they fuck with Grey still dressed. He’s seen her naked before, but never for long. This time, though, she holds still, lets him build up a rich, creamy lather with the badger brush, soap her up, and razor her clean. It’s a lot of skin.
When he feels Grey’s eyes on him, he looks up to find that worshipful look on her face again. Bob’s got enough of an ego to like the stroking. He smiles at her, and she turns pink and averts her eyes, which just ices the cake. Half the department is scared of her, but he makes her blush like a schoolgirl.
So when he finishes her legs, he tosses the towel over his shoulder and asks, “want me to go higher?”
That, he can tell, Grey doesn’t shave, at least not regularly, but Bob can’t resist the look on her face. She swallows, opens her thighs to the razor, and this, this is what he’s kinky for, that perfect moment when she bends for him because she wants to, wants him to. Because he’s just that good.
Bob kisses her hip by the weld job scar, and she sucks in her breath.
“Twenty?” he asks.
“Sensitive.”
“Oh? In a good way?”
She nods.
He grins. “Good.” He goes back to work.
He likes the idea of her going to work with all this under her uniform. Part of him wants someone to notice. To want, though nobody in the PIN will ever admit that old Specialist Ironass is hot as hell.
Then he catches himself, shoves that thought (and its possessiveness) away. Stop it; down, boy. Don’t ruin a good thing. Leave it in the scene.
But when he finishes and she runs her hands over herself, feeling the difference with a wondering expression, Bob has to busy himself with putting things away. He’s never been good at hiding his feelings, and seeing this beautiful girl covered in signs of him—hickeys fading on her neck, skin razored smooth… seeing her like it…
“Thank you,” she says.
Bob isn’t sure why she’s thanking him, but he also never wants her to stop, so he says, “you’re welcome,” and kisses her hip again.
She squirms, and for a moment, he thinks she’s going to pull away, but then her hands come down on his shoulders. Her eyes are questioning.
“Please?” she asks.
Bob has never been able to resist a sub with good manners.
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Date: 2021-02-22 06:36 am (UTC)