Finch is returning home from the portal and his landing is less than graceful, John really needs to work on his landings. Now that he's back, he just wants to relax, in a hot tub, naked and wet…hmmm, so many ideas.
Maybe this time he can get a goodnight's sleep, heh?
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Finch flew up through the ground, passed through it like ghost. Then he landed in a nearby line of trashcans and nearly hit his head against bricks of building behind them. He struggled to get upright and rubbed his head, his bag clutched tightly in his other hand. He groaned at the pain in his tailbone and back.
He pulled out phone and disabled the alarms from it as he approached the front door of the bar, cursing John as his back winced and twinged. He needed a bath and a long hot soak with the jets going full blast, he would see where to go from there. Dante entered the bar and locked the door behind him again. The elevator took him up to his loft and he smiled happily, he had missed the place. He put the bag down by the door and turned the alarm to the elevator back on in case some idiot tried to surprise him. He was so not into surprises right now. He had gotten enough of those this week. He peeled off his clothes and was naked by the time he reached the bathroom door. His muscles flexing in his legs as he walked, he flexed his shoulders where they had struck the brick wall behind the line of trash cans. He was going to feel that soon if he didn't soak it immediately. His lower back growled in pain, he probably had slipped a disk when he had slammed into the cans. He was sore from the sudden re-entry to the world and he just needed a rest.
He ran the water and turned on the jets, and then let his long muscular body sink into it. The jets of water pulsed and massaged the aches and pains away. Dante let the warm water soak into his wet skin, his very sore and tired wet skin. He let himself slip under the water to soak his face and hair and the leaned into the built in head cushion behind him and turned up the temperature of the water until he was scorching from the hotness of it. He closed his eyes and let the sauna activity relax out the pain and kinks. He drifted off into a light nap and the water carried away his stress.
An hour later, he stepped out of the tub and the water ran in rivulets down his tanned muscular body, pooling at his chest and hips, and creating dips in the muscles on his shoulders, arms, and legs. His wet hair was tousled and drenched. He smiled as he felt much better. He took his time drying off his wet glistening skin and headed to the kitchen as he did so. He tied the towel around his waist, it was one of those big ones he could wrap around himself and still be fully covered. He picked up his phone and took the call that was coming in from one of his hotels. Apparently the Winchesters had taken him up on the offer to stay there free after all. His cousin, Claira Gray, had also taken a room at the same hotel. He told the concierge that they could stay as long as they liked and to charge it to his account, all expenses paid.
He sighed and walked toward the bedroom, removing the towel as he lay down on his bed and pulled the light sheet over him. He fell to sleep immediately, his hand touching the knife under his pillow as he did so. Moonlight shone through the living room windows and the kitchen skylight, giving the loft a soft white glow, an almost ephemeral appeal. Dante didn't even notice.
It had been a rough trip and he just wanted to sleep.
He would help Bobby do some research on Seberg, Iowa tomorrow. They had to be sure there was no second Devil's Gate there, if there was, he was going to melt the son of bitch shut before anyone got the bright idea to open it like they did it there in that world. He would be damned if he was going to let it get that far!
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Well, Finch just got back and is settling in. He had a bad landing there and I bet he's sore. I bet he could use a nice massage and someone to join him in the hot tub, just to keep him company, of course. *wags eyebrows and leers*
*Dante shoots me a look and a stream of fire in at me* maybe I'll settle for taking a picture of him sleeping when the sheet slips down instead, yeah, that will be safer.
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