There would always bet he desert for Bruce,and the warm-fuzzies that he got when thinking of it even twenty years later.. for everything within that tent seemed magical to him. Then again, Bruce allowed himself to be much more idealistic in those days, lost in the desert.

Talia's voice calling out was a lovely sound to his ears, although there came a time that he swallowed her cries with more kisses as they beget the beast with two backs. Even in that though, he was gentle and careful. And why wouldn't he be? It was his wedding night, of sorts, and his bride was already quite precious to him.