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[Remy opened his mouth, ready to say something along the lines of the catch phrase from the 'show' Remy had recognized Kirk from originally, but was quick to bite his tongue and find a replacement. As funny as it was in his mind to make a joke about 'where no man had gone before'.] Almost diplomatic, non? Be the right thing to do, not that I do that often.

[Fishing out his share of the currency he had on him (really, couldn't they make an easier to carry money system?), Remy allowed James to barter their entry and privacy price, handing over a handful of money as required to help their plea.]

Very diplomatic. And it helps when writing up reports later. We wouldn't want to disseminate false information, would we?

_{[ Between them they had enough for a sufficient bribe to get one of
the smaller pools to themselves for an hour. It wasn't very long, but it
would be long enough. Kirk went straight to the room rather than stopping
off in the changing area, stripping down clinically rather than trying to
be sexy - their time would be better spent in the water, yes? He stretched
in the nude and went to slip into the water, turning to Remy. ]}

Come on in, the water's great ~

[Remy made sure the door was closed behind them before he shrugged off his coat, it joined by his shirt after pulling it off over his head. Toeing off his shoes he smiled over at Kirk.] Good to hear, would hate to end up boilin' ourselves in there. [The rest of his clothing quickly joined that he already took off before stepping into the pool and moving to take a seat.]

Ok, gotta admit, that real nice. [It certainly helped the aches he had gained from taking on labor jobs while on the planet, relaxing back and letting the water do its work on his muscles.]

_{[ Kirk watched the other undress out of the corner of his eye, though the steam made it a bit hard to see. But that added to the appeal, he thought. Especially when he heard the other get in and he moved closer, reaching out to run his hands across slick skin. ]}

How about we do a trade, eh? I give you a rub down and then you do me?

That what the kids be callin' it now days? [Remy had leaned his head back against the edge of the pool, closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling of the water and being able to relax, but as Kirk spoke he turned his head enough to peer open an eye at him.] I think I can tolerate ya hands on moi, barely though. [It followed up with a smile to cancel out the tone to those words.]

Only barely? Well, you'll have to tell me when I've done to much then.

_{[ He clucked his tongue, playing along with him as his hands slid down beneath the water to caress the hard lines of his stomach, tracing them with the tips before moving around to his ribs, squeezing and massaging - edging slowly, slowly downwards. ]}

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