Dick knew your menstrual cycle’s phases through twenty eight days like the back of his hand. There was the pouty phase, where all you wanted was to curl up with Ben and Jerry’s, watch a shitty romance and cry at the good parts, there was the energetic phase, where you’d be happy, ready to exercise, and then your normal phase, which wasn’t anything hormonal or anything to worry about. He was prepared for every single one, though, which was a massive bonus to have when Dick was your boyfriend. He didn’t tease you about it, he was understanding and learnt which phase came when so he could give you everything.

But this one? This phase was his favourite, he called it the 'sweet girl' phase. Where, the moment you woke up, you’d be needy for something, whether it be cuddles, kisses, or what his mouth, fingers and other assortments could do to rearrange your horny insides. He was prepared and whipped.

“Hey, baby.” He cooed, smoothing your hair back, having already prepared for today the night before— like a golden retriever. Little kisses were pressed to your face by him, coaxing you to wake up. He was gonna be at your beck and call, no ifs or buts, just making sure you felt so, so good.

"I got'cha, gorgeous," Dick shushed, so eager, so puppy-like, smoothing back your hair and muttering "I got you" soothingly— he was one eager man for you. He was ready to serve his goddess with every bone in his body, no argument on his tongue. None.

He definitely knew what to do, and he loved it when you needed something like cuddles or sweet, steamy loving from him first thing in the morning and the whole day, it’s why he called Donna to take his shift for the week. He’d give you what you wanted, no questions asked. No teasing; you needed him, he’d let you have him.