[ She did. She also expected him to get a little more distracted by the fact that she's topless (well, nearly topless, as there's still a bra in the way).
Izzy's laugh is breathless as his kisses travel further up, her head tilting slightly to give him easier access. Hands settling on his arms, she shifts somewhat above him, hips bumping and pressing in closer to his. ]
And what angle would you like to see it from, Dick? [ Because he has yet to move, although she's finding it quite difficult to be bothered by that fact. ]
[ give him a moment, he's busy trying to give her a hickey at the top of her neck. he's not usually someone who's blessed with time, so he lets himself have a few minutes. while he's very, very determined, he figures he can leave his mark a little later. she's invited him to see her from an angle and who is he to deny either of them?
pulling away from her, he lowers himself back down onto the bed and smiles up at her. ]
From this angle. [ he says it with a furrow of his brows, as if he's been contemplating the thought. he lets his gaze trail up the length of her and up to her flower that actually looks nice from this angle. ]
You look pretty good from here. [ he reaches up to brush his fingers against her torso, tracing over bare skin and then the shape of her shadowhunter marks. ]
[ Izzy would've been perfectly content with a verbal answer if it meant he continued teasing her neck like that, but she's not about to complain when he lays back instead. The view from where she's at is pretty great, too. And not just because she gets to see clearly the way he's looking at her, desire obvious in his eyes. ]
Mmmh. I'm glad we finally found a position that works. [ She grins, suggesting it's not just the placement of the flower she's talking about.
Her fingers trail over his outstretched arms, starting at the wrist and working their way down to his elbows. ] Though you are awfully far away now. [ To remedy that, Izzy moves one hand to the bed near his head, supporting her as she leans down, her hair falling over her shoulders.
The other hand settles as his side, perhaps bunching the fabric of shirt a bit so her fingers can dip beneath it and touch his skin. With her lips hovering over Dick's she murmurs, ] How's this?
[ he does his best not to shift or squirm at her hands on his stomach, but he can't help it. deep down beneath all those scars and callouses, dick's a boy who is ticklish.
and he realises how dangerous it is to remind izzy of this fact, but he trusts her to use that knowledge against him when she's not half-naked and on top of him.
stretching slightly, he tries to elongate his chest and get her fingers shifting against his skin. her fingertips feel warm. he keeps his light on her waist, tapping his fingers against her skin as he tries his best to feign being contemplative. ]
And still a little far away. [ scrunching up his face playfully, he shakes his head. ] Angle's still not working. You might need to try something else, like… [ he shrugs. ] coming closer?
[ Though tempting to use how ticklish Dick is against him, Izzy's got much better things in mind right now, including taking the invitation the stretch of his body offers to explore the skin beneath his shirt a bit more. Her palm trails up his side, bunching his shirt further until her thumb can pass over the underside of his ribs. Her other fingers curl around his side, spread across his skin as though she's desperate to touch as much of him as possible.
Which, truth be told, she is. ]
How's this? [ Closing the distance between them, Izzy presses a slow, languid kiss to his lips, a grin still playing at the corners of her own. She shifts her weight to her elbow so their bodies are closer as well, her knees pressing into his hips. If that's still not good enough, they'll have to remove a few more articles of clothing. ]
[ it doesn't take much to distract dick, but hands in the right places tend to do the trick. despite the fact he's slightly ticklish, she easily distracts him from it by the press of her mouth. he inhales heavily through his nose in a successful bid to relax and doesn't respond to her hands lightly caressing his chest. he arches up slightly into her hands and doesn't care at the fact he moans low in his throat.
he's distracted from answering her. opening his lips beneath hers, he doesn't answer her immediately. perhaps that's all she needs to know? his hands slide up her back and wrap gently in her hair, and he pushes himself up into her rather than her down into him.
he hums and doesn't bother to pull away from near mouth. ] Better.
[ there could still be improvements, of course, but he's too busy kissing the corner of her mouth and her bottom lip. ]
[ Izzy will happily take a delayed answer if it means more time spent kissing him. Actually, she'll postpone or give up any number of things in favor of this right here: his hands in her hair, his lips teasing hers, her hands able to freely explore his torso and feel the defined muscles flexing as he moves.
A pleased sound falls from her lips as they part for him, her hands exploring down his stomach. They settle just above the waist of his pants, palms pressed to the bit of the 'V' his hips make that peeks out from beneath the fabric. But they only stay there for a moment before sliding underneath him, pulling him with her as she rolls them over.
Her bent knees stay pressed to his hips while her fingers grasp his shirt, aiming to break apart just long enough to get it off him. ]
[ 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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Izzy's laugh is breathless as his kisses travel further up, her head tilting slightly to give him easier access. Hands settling on his arms, she shifts somewhat above him, hips bumping and pressing in closer to his. ]
And what angle would you like to see it from, Dick? [ Because he has yet to move, although she's finding it quite difficult to be bothered by that fact. ]
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pulling away from her, he lowers himself back down onto the bed and smiles up at her. ]
From this angle. [ he says it with a furrow of his brows, as if he's been contemplating the thought. he lets his gaze trail up the length of her and up to her flower that actually looks nice from this angle. ]
You look pretty good from here. [ he reaches up to brush his fingers against her torso, tracing over bare skin and then the shape of her shadowhunter marks. ]
Very good from here.
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Mmmh. I'm glad we finally found a position that works. [ She grins, suggesting it's not just the placement of the flower she's talking about.
Her fingers trail over his outstretched arms, starting at the wrist and working their way down to his elbows. ] Though you are awfully far away now. [ To remedy that, Izzy moves one hand to the bed near his head, supporting her as she leans down, her hair falling over her shoulders.
The other hand settles as his side, perhaps bunching the fabric of shirt a bit so her fingers can dip beneath it and touch his skin. With her lips hovering over Dick's she murmurs, ] How's this?
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[ he does his best not to shift or squirm at her hands on his stomach, but he can't help it. deep down beneath all those scars and callouses, dick's a boy who is ticklish.
and he realises how dangerous it is to remind izzy of this fact, but he trusts her to use that knowledge against him when she's not half-naked and on top of him.
stretching slightly, he tries to elongate his chest and get her fingers shifting against his skin. her fingertips feel warm. he keeps his light on her waist, tapping his fingers against her skin as he tries his best to feign being contemplative. ]
And still a little far away. [ scrunching up his face playfully, he shakes his head. ] Angle's still not working. You might need to try something else, like… [ he shrugs. ] coming closer?
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Which, truth be told, she is. ]
How's this? [ Closing the distance between them, Izzy presses a slow, languid kiss to his lips, a grin still playing at the corners of her own. She shifts her weight to her elbow so their bodies are closer as well, her knees pressing into his hips. If that's still not good enough, they'll have to remove a few more articles of clothing. ]
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he's distracted from answering her. opening his lips beneath hers, he doesn't answer her immediately. perhaps that's all she needs to know? his hands slide up her back and wrap gently in her hair, and he pushes himself up into her rather than her down into him.
he hums and doesn't bother to pull away from near mouth. ] Better.
[ there could still be improvements, of course, but he's too busy kissing the corner of her mouth and her bottom lip. ]
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A pleased sound falls from her lips as they part for him, her hands exploring down his stomach. They settle just above the waist of his pants, palms pressed to the bit of the 'V' his hips make that peeks out from beneath the fabric. But they only stay there for a moment before sliding underneath him, pulling him with her as she rolls them over.
Her bent knees stay pressed to his hips while her fingers grasp his shirt, aiming to break apart just long enough to get it off him. ]
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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. ]