[ although he wants to pretend he is as hard and immovable as stone, her hands on his torso make him suck in his chest and his muscles twitch. dick grayson is ticklish and even the gentlest of touches can make him squirm.
luckily for him—or perhaps unluckily, given he could pull away from her easily—she begins to push against him to roll them over.
and he goes easily, rolling onto his back. he shifts to get comfortable. his legs frame hers as he lifts himself up so she can pull his shirt off his head. this is the one thing he doesn't wish to be stubborn over. the less clothes they have on, the better, he thinks.
smiling up at her, he licks his lips. ] I definitely think the flower's going to look better from this angle, yeah.
[ Izzy lets out a quiet, happy sound when she pulls his shirt off, tossing it behind her without a care as to where it ends up. Her hands drift back to his abdomen, touching him with enough pressure to hopefully keep it from tickling him too much. Though it could be fun, her goal right now is not to make him squirm.
At least from that. ]
I know a way it might look even better. [ Giving Dick a smile in return, she leans down to trail kisses over his collar bone. As with her hands, she tries to add enough pressure to make it enjoyable, especially as she starts moving down his sternum.
Her hands settle along the waist of his pants, thumbs trailing over the patch of hair beneath his navel. ]
[ he hums, smiling. it's hard not to smile when izzy's around. sometimes, he thinks that this is what being happy feels like—and he knows that being happy is a dangerous, dangerous thing to feel. happiness is easier to lose than sadness.
he shifts beneath her, sucking in his stomach. he's a little ticklish—just a little, nothing to write home about or inform the villains of—and he grips the bedsheets before tilting his head to peer down at her. ]
I'm not ticklish.
[ he shakes his head, scrunching up his face. best to address it now so that she doesn't think to use it to her advantage in the future. ]
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luckily for him—or perhaps unluckily, given he could pull away from her easily—she begins to push against him to roll them over.
and he goes easily, rolling onto his back. he shifts to get comfortable. his legs frame hers as he lifts himself up so she can pull his shirt off his head. this is the one thing he doesn't wish to be stubborn over. the less clothes they have on, the better, he thinks.
smiling up at her, he licks his lips. ] I definitely think the flower's going to look better from this angle, yeah.
[ he's hopeless. ]
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At least from that. ]
I know a way it might look even better. [ Giving Dick a smile in return, she leans down to trail kisses over his collar bone. As with her hands, she tries to add enough pressure to make it enjoyable, especially as she starts moving down his sternum.
Her hands settle along the waist of his pants, thumbs trailing over the patch of hair beneath his navel. ]
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he shifts beneath her, sucking in his stomach. he's a little ticklish—just a little, nothing to write home about or inform the villains of—and he grips the bedsheets before tilting his head to peer down at her. ]
I'm not ticklish.
[ he shakes his head, scrunching up his face. best to address it now so that she doesn't think to use it to her advantage in the future. ]
But you have very beautiful.
[ jsyk. ]