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The soft hum of Saw's workshop filled the air, the scent of paint and wood mingling comfortably. Gaty stood in the center of the room, shifting slightly as Saw prepared her supplies. It was time for a fresh coat of paint. Gaty's lavender and periwinkle hues had faded slightly from wear and tear. And though she could hold herself to high standards, she couldn’t reach every corner of her body without arms.
"Alright, babe, what's the damage?" Saw asked, tilting her head with a playful smirk as she grabbed a rag from her workbench.
Gaty huffed. "'Damage' makes it sound like I fell down a flight of stairs. It's just a little faded."
Saw chuckled, stepping closer to inspect her. "Mhm. 'A little faded.'" She ran her hand gently along Gaty's center picket, where the once vibrant periwinkle had dulled from time and wear. "Sweetheart, you look like someone left you in the sun for three years."
Gaty groaned. "That's dramatic."
"I'm an artist, Gaty," Saw teased, setting her hand on Gaty's cheek and giving it a little squeeze. "Let me do my work."
Gaty sighed, but a smile tugged at her lips. She'd never admit it outright, but she loved when Saw doted on her like this.
Saw stepped back, spinning the stool around before sitting down with a flourish. "Alright! Sanding first." She picked up the sanding block and waggled it in the air. "Now, just a warning-this might tickle. Or, y'know, sting like hell."
Gaty narrowed her eyes. "That's... reassuring."
"Just being honest." Saw grinned and tapped the seat next to her. "Come here, baby."
Gaty hesitated before stepping forward, positioning herself so Saw had full access to her pickets. She took a deep breath. "Okay. Do your worst."
Saw grinned. "Oh, I will."
The first stroke of the sanding block sent a jolt through Gaty's frame. She shivered, her pickets twitching involuntarily.
"Y-you weren't kidding," she stammered, her voice tight as the rough surface scraped against her.
Saw giggled. "Ticklish?"
"A little."
Saw smirked. "Cute."
Gaty huffed, but the slight heat in her fave betrayed her. Saw kept working, sanding gently but efficiently, smoothing out the faded paint. Every so often, Gaty would flinch, her body instinctively trying to escape the sensation.
Saw, ever the menace, took full advantage of this.
"Ohhh, love," she cooed, squeezing Gaty's cheek again. "You're so brave, sitting through this grueling process."
"Saw," Gaty whined, her face heating up.
"What? I think you're adorable." Saw squeezed her again, grinning. "All squirmy and flustered."
Gaty groaned, rolling her eyes, but her flustered face betrayed her. "Can you please just finish?"
"Mmm... Maybe." Saw ran the sanding block along the last edge of Gaty's frame, the rough texture making her jolt one last time. Saw giggled, giving Gaty a quick peck on her now-smooth cheek. "There. All fresh and ready for a new coat."
Gaty huffed, exhaling deeply. "Thank goodness."
Saw grabbed the paint cans and a brush, dipping it into the soft periwinkle. "You trust me, right?"
Gaty looked at her, watching as she twirled the brush between her fingers. "Always."
Saw beamed, pressing a quick kiss to Gaty's forehead before starting her work.
Each stroke of the brush was deliberate, careful. Saw worked with the precision of someone who cared, who wanted every detail to be perfect. Not just for the sake of the job, but for the person she was doing it for.
Gaty felt warm. Not just from the fresh coat of paint drying on her frame, but from the way Saw looked at her while she worked. The way she smiled every time she finished a section. The way she hummed under her breath, like she was painting a masterpiece rather than just refreshing an old coat.
When the final stroke was done, Saw leaned back, admiring her work. "Gorgeous."
Gaty blinked. "You mean the paint job?"
Saw grinned, tapping her blade against Gaty's cheek. "Nah. You."
Gaty chuckled nervously and looked away, but she couldn't hide the fond smile tugging at her lips.
"...Thanks, Saw."
Saw leaned in, pressing another soft kiss to Gaty's forehead. "Anytime, babe."