It had been a long while since John had been intimate with anyone, and earnestly the man had been a little worried that he was rusty when it came to anything physical. Still all such concerns had long since faded away after having heard and seen just how much the Doc enjoyed herself. Hell the sound of his name on her lips, being uttered over and over, was more then enough to get his pulse racing. Yet it was the sight of her finally relaxing as she laid there on the couch that really brought a warm smile to his lips.
A few minutes was all it took for the Marine to wrap things up in the kitchen. With the fish cooked and plated atop a bed of rice, and the salad nestled beside the main dish, Grimm finally finished cleaning up and made his way out to join her. Carrying two plates, and two sets of utensils.
Seeing her clothed again had a hint of a frown crossing his smile, but the sight of her now missing both socks was more than enough to get a genuine chuckle out of Reaper. "Couldn't find the other one? Or just decided to say to hell with socks altogether?"
After moving to the couch he carefully sat beside her; handing over the plate meant for the Doctor, along with the silverware too. Once comfy on the sofa next to her John took a bite from his own dish, and after nodding to himself the man chimed in again. "Hope it's alright, Doc. I don't have much in the way of seasoning stuff, but if you wanted more pepper or something on it just say the word."