Not in the way that he touches her, no. Not in the way he runs his strong, calloused hands all over her skin, or in the way his mouth explores her in a similar fashion - no, all of that she in fact enjoys. She's dreamed of letting him have her in this way far too many times not to.
But her heart is also twisting in her chest and her eyes stinging. It hurts so much. Because she is so foolishly in love with Dick Grayson, and in spite of what they're currently engaged in, she knows - he doesn't love her. In all likelihood... it doesn't even matter that it's her in his bed, tonight. She could be any other person (other than the one person Dick does love) and this could still be happening. He would still be kissing her fervently - and she would still kiss him back the way that she does in that moment, watching with baited breath as he begins to move down on her.
She's just a body, right now. Perhaps even less - a tool to be used.
As such, she follows his instruction as he leads her hand, offering no protest as she uses her fingers to spread herself open. She peers down, longing for eye contact that she knows she won't receive from behind his mask, and she bites her lip in another attempt to stifle herself as she watches him move in -
It doesn't work, though. Her lips part and a moan slips out all too easily as he begins to eat her out, back arching too easily, head angling back too easily, legs quivering all too easily.
This is a mistake. But god, she wants it so badly.
Hana is nineteen, edging on twenty by now. She's allowed to make mistakes, right? As long as she's not making them on the battlefield, where mistakes could cost her life. As long as she remains a perfect pilot, a stellar soldier in war, as long as D.Va does what she has to and wins -
she can be a pathetic, detestable person in her personal affairs. No one cares about Hana, anyway. Dick certainly doesn't. ]
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Not in the way that he touches her, no. Not in the way he runs his strong, calloused hands all over her skin, or in the way his mouth explores her in a similar fashion - no, all of that she in fact enjoys. She's dreamed of letting him have her in this way far too many times not to.
But her heart is also twisting in her chest and her eyes stinging. It hurts so much. Because she is so foolishly in love with Dick Grayson, and in spite of what they're currently engaged in, she knows - he doesn't love her. In all likelihood... it doesn't even matter that it's her in his bed, tonight. She could be any other person (other than the one person Dick does love) and this could still be happening. He would still be kissing her fervently - and she would still kiss him back the way that she does in that moment, watching with baited breath as he begins to move down on her.
She's just a body, right now. Perhaps even less - a tool to be used.
As such, she follows his instruction as he leads her hand, offering no protest as she uses her fingers to spread herself open. She peers down, longing for eye contact that she knows she won't receive from behind his mask, and she bites her lip in another attempt to stifle herself as she watches him move in -
It doesn't work, though. Her lips part and a moan slips out all too easily as he begins to eat her out, back arching too easily, head angling back too easily, legs quivering all too easily.
This is a mistake. But god, she wants it so badly.
Hana is nineteen, edging on twenty by now. She's allowed to make mistakes, right? As long as she's not making them on the battlefield, where mistakes could cost her life. As long as she remains a perfect pilot, a stellar soldier in war, as long as D.Va does what she has to and wins -
she can be a pathetic, detestable person in her personal affairs. No one cares about Hana, anyway. Dick certainly doesn't. ]