[ This is why Dick's Nightwing suit was always a two-piece. While he's flexible enough to unzip a onesie with a zipper on the back, it's a pain in the ass during a rush. Hana, however, doesn't quite have the same secret identity to negotiate. Hers is a whole 'nother ensemble of concerns that now, are neither here nor there. Not while she "struggles" to pull the jumpsuit down her backside, as if this wasn't a deliberate invitation. So here he is accepting the challenge, bending down to "help" Hana get free from her costume, each hand snatching either side of where the suit collects above her hips. ]
True. Less achievements out of easy mode, though.
[ With little effort, Dick compels the rest of her jumpsuit to fall down her legs, piling at her feet. He won't mind Hana kicking away the jumpsuit or anything, but he tugs at the crook of her elbow to suggest she stand upright again. Because then, he moves to continue kissing the back of her neck, his lips planting a trail on the space between her neck and shoulder, this area where he leaves deeper, more substantial kisses. His hands reach around her from behind to begin cupping each breast, palms pressing and fingers grasping with equal diligence. ]
Does this "help?"
[ He broke away from just above her shoulder to whisper that in her ear. Committing, instead, to nibbling it shortly thereafter. And where one hand remains on one of her breasts, the other ventures south, caressing her side along the way. Ghostly touches follow across her abdomen, down to her inner thighs, and back. His explorations represent a delicate appraisal of her curves, one that eventually leads him between her legs. There, he fingertips meet waiting folds that he then brushes ever so slightly. It's there that he doesn't commit, barely slipping his fingers into her slit before returning his hand to a neglected breast. ]
Damn.
[ He says it like he's actually disappointed to realize something, when in reality... he relishes in his effect on Hana. A familiar sense of satisfaction that coincided with their past, but now heralds their future. ]
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True. Less achievements out of easy mode, though.
[ With little effort, Dick compels the rest of her jumpsuit to fall down her legs, piling at her feet. He won't mind Hana kicking away the jumpsuit or anything, but he tugs at the crook of her elbow to suggest she stand upright again. Because then, he moves to continue kissing the back of her neck, his lips planting a trail on the space between her neck and shoulder, this area where he leaves deeper, more substantial kisses. His hands reach around her from behind to begin cupping each breast, palms pressing and fingers grasping with equal diligence. ]
Does this "help?"
[ He broke away from just above her shoulder to whisper that in her ear. Committing, instead, to nibbling it shortly thereafter. And where one hand remains on one of her breasts, the other ventures south, caressing her side along the way. Ghostly touches follow across her abdomen, down to her inner thighs, and back. His explorations represent a delicate appraisal of her curves, one that eventually leads him between her legs. There, he fingertips meet waiting folds that he then brushes ever so slightly. It's there that he doesn't commit, barely slipping his fingers into her slit before returning his hand to a neglected breast. ]
Damn.
[ He says it like he's actually disappointed to realize something, when in reality... he relishes in his effect on Hana. A familiar sense of satisfaction that coincided with their past, but now heralds their future. ]
Can't forget to actually hit the showers.