To be fair, she's been restraining herself (mostly) until permission is granted to do things. She tries not to plow through people's lives without consideration. She gives and takes and tries to find a balance. See? She can take that kiss and give one back and it's all very fair. "Glad to hear people haven't been giving you the idea I'm gorgeous," she retorts with a smirk. Her lips stray down to his chin; his jaw is next.

She never knew Foggy had so much poetry in his soul.

They get sticky together on a regular basis. The swimming would be a new addition to the routine. (Not that there's anything routine about it.) Holding each other like this is worth all the extra sunscreen in the world. It's worth considerably worse things. She's so lucky. "Mmm, okay. So long as we've got the important part right."