[ There's a certain relief that comes to her as he lets her remove his mask. She tosses it aside, but the fact that still she can't meet his gaze is just another painful reminder of how foolish and selfish she's being.
To hear I can learn to love you back should make Hana feel elated, almost as much as hearing an impossible I love you, too would, but - she knows.
Dick, you liar, she thinks, and she's got half a mind to say it, too, but the words die in her mouth and instead another moan comes out as he resumes sucking on her breast and thrusting his hand into her now with more force. Even if his words didn't bring the relief that he meant for them to, his actions are enough to send her over the edge. Her back arches even more now, bringing her body as flush against his as can be, and this, all of this - the heat of his mouth around her breast, the deftness of his fingers as he hits her sweet spot over and over, the feeling of his skin against hers, his strength - have reduced her to an awful, shameful mess underneath him.
And so Hana comes, one hand of her finding purchase on Dick's shoulder, fingers clamping down on them and nails digging into his skin as the other claps over her mouth. She cries out as her body trembles and shakes with her release, voice muffled behind her hand and stifling what otherwise would have been a pathetic call of his name.
Dick will find, though, that if he even bothers to look at her once she's completely finished, that the hand of hers that had been covering her mouth is now covering her eyes again. Her lips are parted as she's panting, trying to catch her breath, but there's a gasp in between that almost sounds like something else.
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To hear I can learn to love you back should make Hana feel elated, almost as much as hearing an impossible I love you, too would, but - she knows.
Dick, you liar, she thinks, and she's got half a mind to say it, too, but the words die in her mouth and instead another moan comes out as he resumes sucking on her breast and thrusting his hand into her now with more force. Even if his words didn't bring the relief that he meant for them to, his actions are enough to send her over the edge. Her back arches even more now, bringing her body as flush against his as can be, and this, all of this - the heat of his mouth around her breast, the deftness of his fingers as he hits her sweet spot over and over, the feeling of his skin against hers, his strength - have reduced her to an awful, shameful mess underneath him.
And so Hana comes, one hand of her finding purchase on Dick's shoulder, fingers clamping down on them and nails digging into his skin as the other claps over her mouth. She cries out as her body trembles and shakes with her release, voice muffled behind her hand and stifling what otherwise would have been a pathetic call of his name.
Dick will find, though, that if he even bothers to look at her once she's completely finished, that the hand of hers that had been covering her mouth is now covering her eyes again. Her lips are parted as she's panting, trying to catch her breath, but there's a gasp in between that almost sounds like something else.
Don't cry. ]