The warm water swirled around us, reflecting the scattered stars above Dick’s balcony. A ridiculous, inflatable hot tub, courtesy of Alfred. Still, it was perfect.
“I still can’t believe Alfred actually set this up,” I said, a laugh bubbling up. “An inflatable hot tub? Really?”
Dick grinned, leaning back against the plastic rim. “What can I say? I’m his favorite.”
I flipped him the middle finger, watching the smug expression on his face falter.
“How *dare* you,” he protested, hand dramatically clutching his chest. “The audacity!”
He grabbed me before I could retort, pulling me closer until I was practically straddling him, legs braced on either side. His arms snaked around my waist, a slow, deliberate movement. It wasn't a grab, it was a claim.
“Yeah?” I teased, knowing exactly what he wanted. The heat of his body pressed against mine, the bubbles tickling my skin.
“You know what,” he murmured, his hand finding its way to my hip.
A surprised yelp escaped me. I turned, locking eyes with his, a flush creeping up my neck. The desire was a tangible thing, crackling between us.
We wanted the same thing, a shared, unspoken urgency.
My hands found his cheeks, pulling him closer. I felt his warm breath on my lips, tasted the faint salt of his skin. We met, a slow, deliberate kiss, a silent promise of more. But after a few seconds, I pulled back, a playful smirk tugging at my lips. I glanced down at the swirling bubbles, then back at him, letting him know I felt it—the electricity, the anticipation.
The steam rising around us felt less like water vapor and more like a shared secret. It hung in the air between us. A silent invitation.