[ Dick can see that. He'll never be one to complain about pockets when he's got more storage compartments than he knows what to do with (short of being a Rob Liefeld monstrosity, of course). And right now, he knows he's got even less reason to complain, as nothing protects Hana from exposure any longer. Here she is without her suit, though not completely bare. Not with Dick close behind her, offering his warmth, holding her in his arms having already begun touching her. Feeling not only the swell of her breasts, but the curves of her hips, the smoothness of her sides-- though it's all occasionally interrupted by some scars of her own. Like his, there's nothing to put on a pedestal. Just mere reminders of what they've survived, and what they can survive.
For once, though, Dick's lost a little too much focus. This is him getting overly handsy, getting carried away with how far his hands can roam. Fortunately, he's snapped back to reality once Hana escapes his arms, only to pull him down for a kiss. Yes, it's rough, and yes, it's abrupt... but Dick so desperately wants to kiss back, to prolong the softness of her lips. Something so familiar yet once, so utterly distant. It's rain after a long drought, almost, to find himself receiving what he'd been yearning for for so long-- what he labored to repress into believing he no longer wanted. He no longer plans on hesitating, though... to show her what he wants. ]
You make a good point. We do still stink.
Can you get the water running? I just need a second.
[ If Hana proceeds to the shower stall, Dick looks down to ensure the floor's now dry, he having showered the previous evening (...obviously). With that certainty, he carefully removes his boots and sets them aside near one of the tables. Then, after a moment's mental preparation, he performs a backflip and effectively flings both his boxers and pants into a nearby wall in the process. That seemed more efficient in his mind than just pulling them down and kicking them aside, apparently. ]
After some of that Denny's, I'm glad I could pull that off without getting a cramp!
[ And with that, he moseys on into the shower stall, where he joins Hana to become a wet, naked Dick.
Under the shower, the two of them drenched in its refreshing warmth, Dick catches Hana in another kiss. Returning the favor, it seems, for the way she left him. His own approach represents a similar longing, lips pressing against hers with a distinct eagerness, like seeking another kiss becomes no different from gasping for air. He's almost relentless in his passion, but stops short of suffocating Hana. He soon relinquishes himself to give her some breathing room, though he kisses her cheek before doing so. ]
We can afford to be a little messy.
[ Though not really, because then he turns to press on the foaming soap dispenser. ]
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For once, though, Dick's lost a little too much focus. This is him getting overly handsy, getting carried away with how far his hands can roam. Fortunately, he's snapped back to reality once Hana escapes his arms, only to pull him down for a kiss. Yes, it's rough, and yes, it's abrupt... but Dick so desperately wants to kiss back, to prolong the softness of her lips. Something so familiar yet once, so utterly distant. It's rain after a long drought, almost, to find himself receiving what he'd been yearning for for so long-- what he labored to repress into believing he no longer wanted. He no longer plans on hesitating, though... to show her what he wants. ]
You make a good point. We do still stink.
Can you get the water running? I just need a second.
[ If Hana proceeds to the shower stall, Dick looks down to ensure the floor's now dry, he having showered the previous evening (...obviously). With that certainty, he carefully removes his boots and sets them aside near one of the tables. Then, after a moment's mental preparation, he performs a backflip and effectively flings both his boxers and pants into a nearby wall in the process. That seemed more efficient in his mind than just pulling them down and kicking them aside, apparently. ]
After some of that Denny's, I'm glad I could pull that off without getting a cramp!
[ And with that, he moseys on into the shower stall, where he joins Hana to become a wet, naked Dick.
Under the shower, the two of them drenched in its refreshing warmth, Dick catches Hana in another kiss. Returning the favor, it seems, for the way she left him. His own approach represents a similar longing, lips pressing against hers with a distinct eagerness, like seeking another kiss becomes no different from gasping for air. He's almost relentless in his passion, but stops short of suffocating Hana. He soon relinquishes himself to give her some breathing room, though he kisses her cheek before doing so. ]
We can afford to be a little messy.
[ Though not really, because then he turns to press on the foaming soap dispenser. ]