[ from here. ]

[ yes, she's texting love very intentionally, just like she always is when she's letting dick know how important he is to her. which maybe sounds too serious after the handful of goofy texts she just sent him, but it's true. this whole- hooking up thing is new, but physical affection comes easy to her when it's with someone she trusts, and there's no one else in the cosmos she trusts as much as dick grayson.

but anyway.

the knock at her door pulls her out of her train of thought, and it takes her just a moment to convince herself to get up from where she was laying so comfortably on her couch instead of just calling out to tell him to let himself in, but it's - ]

Finally, c'mere.

[ - worth it, in that it lets her be a little dramatic about how she decides to pull him into her apartment with a tug on his shirt, then lifts on her toes to kiss him. it's brief, but makes it clear she really has been looking forward to his arrival. she's dressed pretty, ah, casually too - her loose t-shirt juuust barely long enough to cover what her cheeky boy shorts don't. and honestly, that's just what she was planning on wearing to bed, but she's hoping it'll inspire a little urgency, now that he's here. ]

So that's- what, forty minutes late? Your booty call etiquette needs some work, Grayson.

[ booty call. like that's all this is. ]

[ the wording is very much not lost on him, but... Dick's gotta Dick, and those are the kinds of words he sets aside for another day. Who says he's not his father's son? Emotionally stunted and whatever the hell else. At least Donna knows that, though.

And she knows that despite all that, Dick cares about her very much.

He doesn't mind someone else being dramatic for a change, especially when it's Donna, and the way she pulls him in for a kiss that he very eagerly follows, because hell if this isn't the nicest welcome he's ever had. Yeah, he could definitely get used to this.

He kisses her back, hands sliding to her hips, leaving them right where they are even as she pulls back a bit. He kicks the door shut and moves in closer, not letting her put too much space between them. ]

Tell me how to make it up to you, Troy.

[ He can't help the smirk, especially once he ducks his head down to kiss along the collar of that loose fitting t-shirt, hands sliding down to her ass. ]

[ she only manages to give him a look in response to that smirk before he leans down to kiss her neck, any smart comment she might have had getting lost because her time waiting for him absolutely put her in the kind of mood that makes it all too easy to ditch the whole talking thing when she has better things to focus on. her hands move to rest on his chest almost automatically, lightly bracing herself as she arches her back for him, already relaxed in a way she doesn't usually let herself get to most of the time. and her usual instinct is to get her hand in his hair while the other might twist a little tighter in his shirt, get a bit aggressive in her neediness and pulling him straight to bed, but she's not about to do anything that'll add more space between them now. and she's especially not about to get in the way of the path of his hands.

her head tips back just enough to let her hair fall behind her shoulders, and she makes a point to hum thoughtfully before answering him, eyes falling shut. ]

You're definitely on the right track. [ there's a pause as she sighs, fingers pressing into his chest. ] You can make it up to me by making sure I still feel you tomorrow. Your teeth, your hands. [ her turn to smirk, voice low ] I want to wake up thinking about how good you feel inside me.

[ That's the thing about the two of them. They know each other inside and out, and while at first Dick thought maybe this would be a bad idea- and maybe it still is- there's no one else he's able to relax with in the same way he does with Donna.

With her leaning into him like this, head falling back, he leaves a longer trail of nips and kisses up her neck, back to her lips. she doesn't have to move them towards the bedroom, because he's already on it, trying to keep them steady as he walks them backwards. ]

Oh yeah? Good thing that was already the plan for tonight.

[ it's a little bit slow-going, getting to her bedroom, but it helps that her loft apartment is pretty open concept, no area too crowded with furniture or anything. it's basically a straight shot to her bedroom, it's just a little ways away. still, she'd never admit out loud that dick's insistence that, even after all these years, they still train together as much as they do might actually be coming in handy right now the same way it does when they're out fighting crime, but. well. it totally is. it's a little bit like a dance, moving so languidly with him, barely a slow drift because she's focusing waaay way more on how nice it feels to just... have this.

easy affection, heated kisses. with dick grayson. god, it's risky. but she's never been the type to shy away from risky.

especially when risky is a really great kisser. ]

Well damn. Sounds like I need to get a little more creative then.

[ the words are spoken against his lips because she's not willing to totally break their kiss to get them out, and her small smile turns into another press of teeth a moment later.

also, the best part about being at her apartment is that she knows exactly how many steps it takes to get from her bedroom doorway to her bed, which is how she manages to turn them enough that the first point of contact with the end of her bed is the back of dick's legs. clearly all according to plan, seeing as her next move is to nudge him back to sit down right there, climbing onto his lap right after.

she gently tugs at his lower lip with her thumb once she's pausing to catch her breath, eyes on his mouth for a beat too long before she's meeting his eyes again. she's very clearly made up her mind, eyes bright even as her voice goes a quieter - bold, but still getting used to being this particular type of bold with him. ]

You should eat me out for a while.

[ It's only slow-going because as much as he wants to undress her right the hell now, and get her into bed, he also likes this dance of theirs. Dick could navigate pretty much anything with his eyes closed, and he knows she knows that, but Donna can navigate him too.

It's good in a way he never thought it could be. He's had such a shitshow of failed... everything. But maybe that's the difference between those times, and this. He was trying so damn hard with everything else. With Donna? It's easy. It's like this thing they've been doing all their lives, yet only tapped into recently to this level.

Risky is what they do. It's how they live. Is it so bad if it's how they love, too? ]

You're the artsy one. I know you can do it.

[ He smirks into another kiss, letting it deepen to the point where he feels like he can taste every last bit of her. He doesn't stop until his legs hit the bed and he's seated, Donna firmly in his lap. He slides his hands under her shirt, chin tilted slightly up as he sucks his lower lip into his mouth. ]

Oh yeah? That what you want?

[ A coy look, before he flips them quickly, letting Donna fall onto her back as he moves on top of her, dipping down for another deep, wanting kiss. The kiss slowly dissolves into Dick kissing along her jaw, down her neck, his hands pushing her shirt up in the meanwhile as they slide over her breasts. With her shirt up, he keeps kissing down her middle, thumbs dragging over her nipples- just light, teasing touches for now as he moves down her body. ]

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[ donna only has enough time to give him an enthusiastic nod and an amused mhmm that turns into a mmHM! when he catches her off guard and uses it to roll them over. she kisses him back instantly, even if it takes her a split second to match that hunger, simply because it's still something she's getting used to. donna's seen so many sides of dick grayson, every angle and every edge, and she knows that he knows her just as well- but this? this is still new. she knows full well just how, ah, ardent he can be when it comes to certain things, but sometimes she's still surprised by how that translates here, in these intimate moments they've shared. it's exciting, and sometimes close to overwhelming, but they've always been that way. challenging each other to push towards something better for themselves, both as titans and as people, raising the bar for each other. why would this be any different?

so yeah, she might be overwhelmed, her skin flushing pink when his hands smooth up her stomach and his lips kiss that path down her neck, but it's a feeling she's chasing down willingly. he's setting a pace that's not quite a sprint - he might have been quick to push her shirt up, but there's no rushing the way he's touching her after, her body slowly rolling just enough to chase a little more friction from his hands - but she still has to work to stay focused enough to keep up, for the moment. her breasts are actually incredibly sensitive, nipples peaking for him with even just that soft touch. it's taking every ounce of self control not to cover his hands with hers and arch into his palms more solidly, guide him to squeeze just shy of what might be too hard for some people, but she's manages to resist. she'll let him set the pace, for now. ]

Kinda seems like that's what you want, too.

[ she grins, wide and bright, as she sits up just enough to tug her shirt the rest of the way off, absently dropping it somewhere off to the side, hopefully out of the way. she slowly starts inching back, just enough to move them a little further up the bed, her hand sinking into his hair to guide him to follow her. not pulling or tugging ( not yet ) but enough to make her intentions clear, at least. she hums another quiet sound for him once she's settled again, nails lightly scratching through his hair now as she moves her legs to loosely bracket his sides, suddenly very aware of the fact that she still hasn't gotten him anywhere close to as undressed as she is, now that she's only left in her boy shorts. ]

-- So eager for it.

[ like she isn't already struggling not to flip the script on him, get him under her so she can tease him just the same. but to be fair, he did keep her waiting. she's been thinking about what she'd do to him once he got here for way longer than she'd like to admit, before he got here. ]

[ from here ]

Oh! Right. Not Robin. Nightwing.
I'm still getting used to that one.
If Jason's Robin has any admirers, it's only because he's riding your coattails.
Cape-tails.
Anyway.

... Seriously?
Because there's a few vague answers I could give you - like anyone you decide to smile at when you hold a door open for them, or any other basic gesture of politeness.
And anyone who happens to be around when you stop along your morning run to wipe your face with your shirt.

But more specifically?
The early-morning barista with the nose ring at our coffee shop is the first person that comes to mind.
Do you think she sizes up our drinks for free just out of the goodness of her heart? And the way she laughs around you... You're funny, but you're not that funny.
It's very sweet.
Actually, the late-night barista that's always there when we stop in after midnight might have it worse. The one with the dark hair?
I think she might actually be twice our age, but I've seen her pretty literally talk herself out of giving you her number, twice now.

Gods, and that poor guy who works at the pool!

Maybe.
Maybe I'm still coming to terms with there being a "new Robin".
Plus it's still really weird seeing him in your old costume.

That's cute. You're cute.
Next time we go I'm going to stand a little too close to be casual, with my hand in your back pocket and everything, just so you can clock her reaction.

[ also maybe donna's been wanting to do things like that for a little while now, and she's not above being opportunistic ]

No, you should definitely say hi.
That should ruin the mystery enough to free him from his giant crush.😘