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The Golden Phoenix Spa
Feb. 17th, 2006 12:07 pm"Your room, taijin, reifujin. With a nod, the attendant leaves them be after Spike presses a W1,000 note into his palm. The room is kind of breathtaking in its simplicity: it's a Japanese-style traditional room, the bed on a platform with a fireplace nearby. It's bigger than their room at the bar, that's for sure. A statue of Buddha graces one corner; the tile floors are heated and the two chairs and small table are near the room's kitchenette.
Not that Spike plans on cooking. He turns to Beth, and the smile is all in his eyes: it's a hell of a lot nicer than he remembers. Taking her bag he sets it aside, along with his own. It's heavier now with a dozen new insta-cameras and vitamins; he insisted on getting a 7-month supply of those for Beth. A little fatalistic, but he doesn't know when they'll be back on Mars to buy more. And he's never been a plan-ahead guy. Always just takes things as they come, but this isn't about him, or at least not just about him.
Hell, it's been an adjustment enough thinking about two, never mind three. That one? He'll take it as it comes. For now they have a beautiful room, and he's reserved them a private soaking tub that's unique in that the water's at body temperature: the information said ideal for pregnant women. No risk of harming that baby, nothing to worry about. There are other tubs, the communal ones he remembers from the other time he was here, where the water's hotter and they can soak in those too as much as they want... with suits optional and he did bring one, no matter what he told her. Somehow, though, the idea of alone and naked in the water with Beth is just that much more appealing than dressed or not in a communal tub with however many other people might be around. He thinks they can probably heat up the tub they've reserved just by being in it together.
Hell, he knows they can: Beth's all kinds of steamy.
"What do you think?" He's pretty damn pleased to be here.
Not that Spike plans on cooking. He turns to Beth, and the smile is all in his eyes: it's a hell of a lot nicer than he remembers. Taking her bag he sets it aside, along with his own. It's heavier now with a dozen new insta-cameras and vitamins; he insisted on getting a 7-month supply of those for Beth. A little fatalistic, but he doesn't know when they'll be back on Mars to buy more. And he's never been a plan-ahead guy. Always just takes things as they come, but this isn't about him, or at least not just about him.
Hell, it's been an adjustment enough thinking about two, never mind three. That one? He'll take it as it comes. For now they have a beautiful room, and he's reserved them a private soaking tub that's unique in that the water's at body temperature: the information said ideal for pregnant women. No risk of harming that baby, nothing to worry about. There are other tubs, the communal ones he remembers from the other time he was here, where the water's hotter and they can soak in those too as much as they want... with suits optional and he did bring one, no matter what he told her. Somehow, though, the idea of alone and naked in the water with Beth is just that much more appealing than dressed or not in a communal tub with however many other people might be around. He thinks they can probably heat up the tub they've reserved just by being in it together.
Hell, he knows they can: Beth's all kinds of steamy.
"What do you think?" He's pretty damn pleased to be here.
