Dick was bored.

He didn’t like coming to galas now he’s an adult, as they were much more fun when he was a child.

But you were here! His very nice and very sweet and Jesus Christ so sexy partner.

And Dick is trying to convince you to sneak out of the ballroom and to a little sitting room to make out. To snog, to eat each other’s face.

“Come onnnn, baby.” He wraps his arms around you, peppering kisses all over your face. Dick’s libido around you sky rockets by a thousand percent.

He’s the adopted son of a rich, playboy, philanthropist while you come from a small immigrant family from Europe, making your own clothes and growing your own food.

But Dick loves you, especially loves calling you pet names. “Dove. Lovebug. Baby. Sweetheart. Sweetling…” This is always how he tries to convince you.

And sometimes it works. Like right now.