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Anissa sighed happily as she watched her girlfriend labor over the heavy desk she was building. Grace wiped beads of sweat from her forehead and let out a long breath before hammering a nail in place, attaching the top of the desk to one of the legs. She looked at Anissa and raised a brow.
“You’re really just gonna lay there and watch me? This desk is for you,” Grace said, adjusting her grip on the hammer. Anissa shrugged from her position on the couch.
“You’re doing a great job, you don’t need my help,” she smirked. Grace rolled her eyes and smiled. She took off her gloves and stood up.
“Well can you at least open a window? It's hot in here,” Grace sighed, putting her hands on her hips.
“Open a window? It’s fifty degrees outside!” Anissa exclaimed. “Just take off your shirt.”
“Anissa,” Grace said in a low voice. Anissa smiled and sat up.
“If I open a window, then I’ll be cold,” Anissa said with a frown. Grace sighed loudly.
“Fine,” she said before reaching behind her and grabbing her t shirt. She pulled the dusty grey shirt over her head and tossed it at Anissa. She now stood in only her bra, blue jeans and Doc Martens. “But I’m not building this desk naked. If I’m still hot after this, you’re opening that window.” Anissa folded the shirt and placed it on the coffee table before leaning back and looking up at her girlfriend.
“Okay, but you’ll always be hot to me,” Anissa said, smiling sweetly at her now shirtless girlfriend. Grace shook her head and picked up her gloves, sliding them back onto her hands.
“Where is this going by the way,” she grunted as she flipped the desk over and stuck a nail between her teeth.
“In the corner by the kitchen,” Anissa said. Grace lined the leg up with the top of the heavy desk, and dropped the nail into her hand. “Are you sure your legs aren’t hot too? Because those pants can go as well.” Grace gave Anissa a look and hammered in the final nail. Anissa’s eyes scanned Grace’s bicep as she lifted the hammer for the last time, sealing the nail into the desk. Her eyes drifted down Grace’s body to her ass as she leaned over the desk. She dropped the hammer and looked the desk over, checking each leg to make sure it was secure.
“I’m gonna sand it one more time,” she muttered, grabbing a stack of sand paper from the floor. She took one piece of the paper and sat the rest in front of her as she crouched down, and began to sand a leg of the desk.
“Oh yeah, sand that desk baby,” Anissa said playfully. Grace grinned at her as she slid the paper across the dark wood.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” she asked. Anissa nodded. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Hey, do you wanna build us a new coffee table too? Because I wouldn’t mind wasting a Sunday watching you do that either,” Anissa said as she pretended to fan herself. Grace laughed.
“I bet, but I’m not gonna build all new furniture for this apartment just so you can watch and swoon over me, as much as I do enjoy it,” Grace said, turning the desk slightly to focus on sanding another leg. “I will, however, put together your desk chair when it gets delivered.”
“I can’t wait,” Anissa said as she stared at Grace hungrily. “Mmm, baby when you’re done I’m gonna fuck you so good.”
“Well damn, can I take a shower first?” Grace laughed as she stood up and began to lightly sand the top of the desk.
“I don’t know. I might fuck you on the damn desk when you’re finished,” Anissa said seriously. Grace looked at her and crumpled the sandpaper in her hand.
“Baby, no. I just put it together. Don’t do this poor desk like that,” Grace said as she grabbed another piece to finish off the corners. “Besides, it needs to be cleaned.”
“You need to be cleaned. With my tongue.” Anissa said, standing from the couch.
“All right,” Grace chuckled. She tossed the used sandpaper in the garbage can next to her and pulled her gloves off again. “You’re doing the most.” Anissa walked up to Grace and pulled her toward her by her belt loops.
“Baby. Do you know how much it turns me on to see you build things?” Anissa asked quietly. Grace rested her arms on Anissa’s shoulders.
“Everything I do turns you on,” Grace said with a smile. “Me checking the mail turns you on.”
“Well, you’re hot. What do you want me to do,” Anissa laughed, pulling Grace to the bedroom.
“Babe wait,” Grace protested. “You’re really not gonna let me shower first? I’m covered in dust, I’m sweaty-“
“I do not care,” Anissa growled, pushing Grace onto the bed. She untied her boots and yanked them off before going for her belt buckle.
“Well can I at least wash my hands?” Grace asked as Anissa tugged her jeans off. Anissa shook her head.
“For what? What do you need your hands for?” Anissa asked, climbing onto the bed. “All you need to do is lay there and enjoy your reward for building me that desk.”