[ Dick's not even relieved that Hana returned the kiss. He's not even sure how to feel, except...
...that he feels guilty. And he can feel it in his core. But it's the fact that he doesn't want to want this that makes him want it more.
So when he feels Hana kissing back, he presses onward, holding her close as his kisses venture beyond her lips. He quickly leaves a trail of kisses on her cheek and her neck, freely exploring any exposed skin with his mouth. Even now, he's not shy when it comes to sucking on the skin a bit, or even biting the skin of her neck - as if the heat of the moment could bring out his playfulness, even in all this grief.
Any smile he wears doesn't last, though. However hard he tries to distract himself from his own melancholy, it just comes back stronger, more forceful - like the energy expended to resist it only makes its power grow.
Dick doesn't seem to realize this as he continues attempting to distract himself. He starts by briefly distancing himself from Hana to properly discard the top of his suit. Though he has yet to remove his mask, Dick remains clad in Nightwing gear from the waist down.
He's thoroughly intent on kissing Hana, on touching her, feeling her all over him. Intellectually, he knows that it's her and it's her that urges him onward... but it's not necessarily Hana that he's thinking about.
Not completely.
Still, it's nothing she needs to know. Not when she already seems so... preoccupied.
It's not long before she loses the jacket. And the sweater. The hat had already fallen off in all their kissing.
Before Hana knows it, Dick's already cradled her onto the bed. He's on top of her, all over her, kissing her and being kissed back endlessly. Yet he doesn't seem to ever look her in the eye... not even once. Though it's her face he's cupping in his hands every so often, her lips he's lavishing with his own, and her body that he can't get enough of touching...
Dick seems to be looking past her.
As if all he can see - all he wants to see - is someone else. ]
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...that he feels guilty. And he can feel it in his core. But it's the fact that he doesn't want to want this that makes him want it more.
So when he feels Hana kissing back, he presses onward, holding her close as his kisses venture beyond her lips. He quickly leaves a trail of kisses on her cheek and her neck, freely exploring any exposed skin with his mouth. Even now, he's not shy when it comes to sucking on the skin a bit, or even biting the skin of her neck - as if the heat of the moment could bring out his playfulness, even in all this grief.
Any smile he wears doesn't last, though. However hard he tries to distract himself from his own melancholy, it just comes back stronger, more forceful - like the energy expended to resist it only makes its power grow.
Dick doesn't seem to realize this as he continues attempting to distract himself. He starts by briefly distancing himself from Hana to properly discard the top of his suit. Though he has yet to remove his mask, Dick remains clad in Nightwing gear from the waist down.
He's thoroughly intent on kissing Hana, on touching her, feeling her all over him. Intellectually, he knows that it's her and it's her that urges him onward... but it's not necessarily Hana that he's thinking about.
Not completely.
Still, it's nothing she needs to know. Not when she already seems so... preoccupied.
It's not long before she loses the jacket. And the sweater. The hat had already fallen off in all their kissing.
Before Hana knows it, Dick's already cradled her onto the bed. He's on top of her, all over her, kissing her and being kissed back endlessly. Yet he doesn't seem to ever look her in the eye... not even once. Though it's her face he's cupping in his hands every so often, her lips he's lavishing with his own, and her body that he can't get enough of touching...
Dick seems to be looking past her.
As if all he can see - all he wants to see - is someone else. ]