[ Whatever "thank you" Hana has in store, she'll detect nothing from Dick that suggests he feels entitled to something, expectant of some reward for his troubles, no matter how much he wants her. If anything can be thought of as a reward, it's her mere presence-- her mere proximity, as the two share space beneath the showerhead. ]
Humbled by who, exactly? Because that's difficult to imagine.
[ When Hana closes any distance between them to utterly press against him, Dick relents from all his fondling, instead holding her in a snug embrace. Though he catches her with his arms around her shoulders, wrapped around her upper back, he relaxes his hold to let his arms sink lower. Before long, Hana feels the comfort and security of his hands on the small of her back, Dick freeing her upper body so she can maneuver herself as needed: her hands, to frame his face or caress his chest, and her head, should she choose to tilt upward for a kiss.
Dick invites one as, conversely, he tips downward, lips first landing on her forehead before he plants a trail down to her mouth. He wants to smother her with affection, here, make up for lost time with cute little gestures-- gestures that culminate in a deeper, longer kiss. Lips meeting, sustaining contact as Dick lingers in the feeling, the intimacy, of a shared softness and warmth. All of it stuff that speaks less of any particular desire, but more of the simple delight that he takes in her presence.
Hence his mischievous smirk about it, despite her poutiness. A poutiness that doesn't seem to last, given her sudden question. It doesn't catch Dick off-guard to hear it-- he understands the importance of her words. In fact, he welcomes it just as he's welcomed Hana into his arms. A look of mischief softens into one of wistful reflection, of a man finally content when he imagines the future. ]
Next, we take down the Magistrate. You and me. With the Insurgency having our backs.
After that? I'm all for what's as long-term as we both want.
Because I don't need to think too far ahead to know... I want you around.
Whatever happens, I just want you back in my life. Figuring out the rest of it with you.
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Humbled by who, exactly? Because that's difficult to imagine.
[ When Hana closes any distance between them to utterly press against him, Dick relents from all his fondling, instead holding her in a snug embrace. Though he catches her with his arms around her shoulders, wrapped around her upper back, he relaxes his hold to let his arms sink lower. Before long, Hana feels the comfort and security of his hands on the small of her back, Dick freeing her upper body so she can maneuver herself as needed: her hands, to frame his face or caress his chest, and her head, should she choose to tilt upward for a kiss.
Dick invites one as, conversely, he tips downward, lips first landing on her forehead before he plants a trail down to her mouth. He wants to smother her with affection, here, make up for lost time with cute little gestures-- gestures that culminate in a deeper, longer kiss. Lips meeting, sustaining contact as Dick lingers in the feeling, the intimacy, of a shared softness and warmth. All of it stuff that speaks less of any particular desire, but more of the simple delight that he takes in her presence.
Hence his mischievous smirk about it, despite her poutiness. A poutiness that doesn't seem to last, given her sudden question. It doesn't catch Dick off-guard to hear it-- he understands the importance of her words. In fact, he welcomes it just as he's welcomed Hana into his arms. A look of mischief softens into one of wistful reflection, of a man finally content when he imagines the future. ]
Next, we take down the Magistrate. You and me. With the Insurgency having our backs.
After that? I'm all for what's as long-term as we both want.
Because I don't need to think too far ahead to know... I want you around.
Whatever happens, I just want you back in my life. Figuring out the rest of it with you.