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[the moment for whatever it was worth, a million stars on a lonely night cast across a galaxy held within the arms of infinity, or maybe only the lone sound of a saxaphone playing through a dirty crime filled city to minions that will never care-- whatever it was worth, it lingered and bred a seed of something deeper within Dick, a something he didn't care to look at or really even want. And yet, it curled like the steam around them as lip tasted lip in that soft, sympathetic touch.

Inhaling deeply, Dick curled his fingers around Bruce's hips and held him near while their foreheads met in quiet contemplation. It settled, and Dick tipped his head forward, brushing their lips together again, and once more, measuring a compassion he hadn't thought to offer before when his mouth parted this time. It wasn't as needy or desperate, merely warm and inviting.

It was as if the spray of water that surrounded them had opened up another set of arms, and recreated it in the form of a body that tenderly wrapped itself around Bruce inch by inch, in a terribly slow fashion. Nothing was hurried, and nothing gained momentum other than the sighs and weighted feelings that came undone in that small glass cage that held them in a tenuous exchange as the physical evidence of their earlier pleasures washed away.