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Saving Grace	By : PiratesWench Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time In Mexico Views: 3176 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Grace returned ten minutes later, Sands� new trunks, a few other items
of clothing, and several plastic bags in hand. Sands was sitting at the
table that was next to the room�s kitchenette. �Ready to suit up?�
�You�re really gonna make me wear a
bathing suit?�
Grace laughed. �I really don�t want to be introduced to
your �friend.��
�You just keep telling yourself that, Gracie.�
She shook her head and turned him
around. �Come on, you.� After guiding him to the bathroom, she
handed him the trunks. �O.K., I�ll go outside and you put those on, all
right? And no telling me that you have them on and�and being naked
instead.�
�Think you know me so well already,
huh?�
�Uh huh.�
�And it appears you do.�
�You�re not exactly hard to figure out�at least the perverse side
of you.�
�That part of me�s always been an open book, Gracie.�
�Yeah well, I tend to like dust
covers myself.�
Sands laughed. �Witty too. O.K., I�ll be good
and put them on.�
�Thank you.� She left and Sands, after a bit of difficulty,
changed into the trunks.
�All right,� he groaned. Grace walked into the bathroom and
couldn�t say much. His physique was�very appealing to the eye. His
body was well toned and tanned�she found herself fighting to speak.
�What�s the matter, Gracie?�
�Uh�nothing. Better than pink that�s all.�
�Oh? And what color did you put
me in?�
She smiled. �Yellow � bright
yellow.�
�Yellow? So I can look like a banana when I�m out on the beach?�
�Who said anything about the beach?�
�You are going to take me out there, aren�t you? You can�t
keep me in here for a week!�
She laughed. �Easy Tonto, I�ll take you out as long as you
behave yourself?�
�Tonto?�
�Eh, it just came out. Come here.�
Grace put the lid on the toilet down and sat him on it. She looked at his thighs. God, I could just lick�Whoa! No, no, no!
Stupid! Bad, Grace, bad! �Uh, I�ll be really gentle. I promise.�
�I like it rough.�
�So I should squeeze really hard
around these wounds?�
�Funny, Gracie.�
�I try. I�m going to wrap your
arm first, O.K.?� He nodded. Leaving the gauze in tact, she wrapped
the plastic bag around his arm, tying it very carefully. �That wasn�t so
bad, huh?�
�You seem to be good with your hands.�
Grace rolled her eyes. �Do you ever stop?�
�Nope. Hey, can we get some grub up here when we�re done?�
She laughed. �I guess I should feed you, huh?� She looked at his legs again. God, I have to push up his trunks. There�s not underwear�under there. �Um�O.K., I have to touch�No horny comments,
all right?�
�Just be easy on the goods, Gracie.�
�Are you deaf too?�
�Hey, all I said was��
Grace grunted, then pushed up the right leg of his trunks. Her
hands got dangerously close to his �goods� and he flinched. �Oh, did I
hurt you?�
She honestly didn�t�it wasn�t on purpose. Ofrse rse it wasn�t�not yet anyway. �Um,
no. I�m just a bit sore.�
�Sorry.� Her voice was genuinely apologetic.
�It�s all right.�
After a few minutes, his legs were wrapped and Grace was filling
the tub. Once that was done, she took S� ha� hand and helped him into the
water. He sat and sighed when his aching body hit the warm relief.
Grace dipped a washcloth into the water, lathered it, and began to wash his
back. More satisfied sounds escaped from his lips. Grace was gentle,
fully aware of how sore he must have been. She washed his back, neck, and
arms, then handed him the washcloth.
�You�re stopping?� he said, not sounding cocky, but disappointed.
�You can handle your chest and legs, can�t you?�
He cleared his throat. �Yeah.� He washed his chest and
legs, then froze for a moment. Grace had begun to wet down his
hair. �What are you doing?�
�You shouldn�t strain that arm. Hope you don�t mind girly
shampoo.�
�You�re gonna wash my hair?�
Grace laughed. �Yeah � it�s looking rather greasy.� She
worked a lather through his hair, massaging his scalp as she did so.
�Jesus, Grace��
She smiled. �You�re just a puppy dog aren�t you?�
�Not fair � you have me temporarily�uh��
�Even at a loss for words, huh?� She grabbed the showerhead
and detached it from the wall so she could rinse out the shampoo. �I
think I washed out a few layers of Mexico.�
�Uh, Gracie?�
�Hm?�
�Could you, um�scat for a minute?�
�Why?�
�I wanna wash�the boys.� The hesitation in his voice told Grace
that there was more to it than that.
�I�m fine, I�I dropped my glasses in the tub.�
�Oh. Let me get them for you.�
�No, you can�� But her hand was
already in the tub, picking them up. She dried them off, and handed them
back to him. �Thanks.�
�Do you me me to go again?�
�Could you just turn around for a sec?�

Understanding, she did as he asked. �Sure.�

He put his glasses on and said, �All right. Help me out?�
�You know, you�re being really good all of a sudden.�

He forced a smile. �Don�t get used to it. Pills are wearing off and
I�m feelin� the burn.�

�Well, I�d er her have you obnoxious thn pan pain.� She helped him out of
the tub and cautiously dried around his wounds. �I got some, uh, looser
clothes downstairs. You can�t really run around in tight jeans with those
stitches.�

Sands smiled. �Careful, Gracie, you�re really losing your edge.�
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Author�s
Note: Yup, I went away from the humor for a little bit�I�m actually
taking this a bit more seriously now�but don�t worry, the comments will fly
again!
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