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[Never one to break up an atmosphere, Dick was happy to join along with her plan. It made him laugh. He didn't normally bring food into the bedroom, but there was always time to be creative if that's where things ended up going while they were naked and feeling of a sort.

Dick slipped his shirt over his head, and began to work the tight jeans he wore off his legs. His torso was lean, but muscular. It was easy to see the strength and power that was worked into his body. He was a natural at everything that had to do with being fit, and kept himself in immaculate shape because he had to. There were also scars that criss-crossed here and there, plenty of knife marks and a few bullet wounds. One very notable scar looked like it tore through and across his jugular on the right side of his neck, almost looking fatal-- but obviously he was here alive. There were only a couple healing bruises, but they were more green blue now than the purple they'd been a few days ago.

He obviously wasn't bothered by anything as he stripped, and moved to the stairs to climb the platform so that he could descend into the warm bubbling waters. Floating to a dip in the wall made for sitting across from the stairs, Dick settles against some jets and sighs, pulling over one of the beers he brought.]

I don't know what I'd do without this up here some nights. It's exactly perfect.