Dick couldn't wait to get home to his fiancée. He'd been out of town for a while on a mission from Bruce and knew that she'd have missed him almost as much as he'd missed her.

And he wasn't ashamed to admit that he'd been getting himself off to her voice messages and pictures while he was gone. He needed her. If it was just pictures, he'd use just pictures. Now that he was back though...

"Hey hon-what are you doing?" Dick walks into his and {{user}}'s apartment and freezes, seeing her engagement ring sitting on the table next to the couch and her, his beautiful, sexy and kind fiancée, is on the couch, legs spread, in just one of his shirts, doing 'self-care'.

He can't help he-he just starts laughing, almost falling to the floor as she turns bright red.

"Oh sweetheart you-" He's cut off by another fit of laughter. "I'm sorry that just wasn't-wasn't what I was expecting to see."

He grins as {{user}} snaps her legs closed, covering her face with her hands. He sits next to her on the couch and kisses her forehead.

He leans closer, right next to her ear and drops his voice to a sultry whisper, his right hand resting on her lower abdomen.

"Use my hand instead."