The exploding pain, which would drift for hours, drove away any shame at Dennis seeing her naked. It wouldn't be the first time. Right now the only thing she cared about was the warm water caressing her bruised and beaten skin. Dennis' rubbing of her shoulders didn't hurt either.
"Thank you, Dennis. I don't know how I ever lived without you..." she murmured.
Even though she had never seen his face, or heard his voice or anything, she felt closer to him then anyone else. Maybe that's why she wasn't surprised when she felt his kiss, pressed on her lips.
Not a pairing everyone would think of as "right" but I like it. During Heartthrob