He came out of the shower in Monteriggioni, a towel wrapped around his waist, his muscle tee on, partially soaked from all the water. He had to thank Rebecca for setting up a makeshift shower. It tapped into the main water lines, and he had no idea how she got hot water flowing through a hose, but he was grateful, and it had felt wonderful. As he paced near, he heard a song play over the radio.

"Rebecca, this is a terrible song."

Actually, it wasn't. Desmond could feel the beat in his feet as he started moving his hips to the tune. He was nodding his head in short, fluid little nods as he moved to the beat. When he got to the other side of the Sanctuary, he recognized it as Def Leppard. He grabbed the hem of his shirt, sticking to him like a second skin as he moved to the beat. The moves were as good as he could get, years of working at a bar and not being able to go to the dance floor save for a select few hours before his shift. He pulled his shirt off, struggling to get it off as it clung to his shoulders.

When it finally came off, he twirled it in his hands, his eyes closing briefly. It had been so long since he had been able to just dance. He missed this music. Without a second thought, to the beat and vocals of the music, he pulled the towel off and snapped it in one fluid motion, giving a flourish of hips and footwork as he pressed the towel to his head and rubbed vigorously, hips still moving and feet still itching for a club.

He grabbed his boxers and glanced over his shoulder when someone cleared her throat. Lucy was a bright red. He looked at Shaun, who looked uncomfortable, shifting in his seat every so often. Rebecca was holding a camcorder, a wicked grin on her face.

"You're not gonna stop there, are you?" she asked. "You've got an extremely attentive audience. Even Shaun's affected."

Desmond blinked, taking a minute to register what Rebecca was saying, then he smirked and began moving his whole body in time with the beat, putting on a show for the others. As his hands trailed up his sides and followed into the air, he grinned.

"Guess that workout regime is working great, huh?"

"If Shaun's bulge and Lucy's wet panties are anything to go by, I'd say yes," Rebecca said, giving him a mischievous look.

He gave her bedroom eyes, and she grinned, setting down the camcorder and rising to go to him.

"You just doing this to the others is great."

"Why don't they come and join us, hm?"

He pulled her close and kissed her roughly, his hands on her hips and all ready working at her pants.

"They're pussies, Des."

He chuckled as he slipped a hand down her pants and touched her, earning a surprised gasp. Her hands faltered as she undid her top, and he bit down on her collarbone, the music still playing in the background as he pulled his hand out and ground against her, working on her shirt and bra. He slipped her shirt and bra off with haste, groaning obscenely loud and lewd when she grabbed his dick.

"One of the assassins thought they had a video of you strip teasing."

"You'd better link this to them and prove them damn wrong," he growled as he saw Shaun get up, followed shortly after by Lucy as he pulled Rebecca's pants off.