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deviation on August 23rd, 2021 01:29 am (UTC)[ 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. ]
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. ]