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[versigny]

[ she's often wondered how much of his story - and Bruce's - is embellished. most of the public knowledge probably is, aside from the fact that he's an adopted son, because the media truly can't resist when they're presented with a one-in-a-billion story. Margaery's never thought to ask Dick about any of it, because she believes the personal details will follow naturally, just as he'll learn about her family if she ever does bring him around to their celebrations.

some things are better experienced, not just learned, and the very best people tend to be one of them.

her eyes flutter, syrupy slow, as his hand cups her jaw, and when he leans in close, she's tilting her face up to meet him, pleased that they're both smiling. and he gives her what very few others have given her before - a genuine compliment that's more than just reflections of her face or lineage or status. a compliment about her, as she is. ]

I know exactly what you mean.

[ it should feel almost cringe, with how she's just reiterating everything he's saying, but it's the truth and they could both use more of it. ]

I never used to get it when they said the right person should make you feel at peace, not all up in flustered feelings and nervous excitement, but I think I'm starting to get it now.

[ peace, as in safe enough to feel vulnerable and let someone take her home after the first date just so they can cuddle and exist in their own world for a night. her hand finds his arm under the blankets, and her thumb gently caresses over the bare skin of his forearm. ]

We don't need to be anything but ourselves with each other. I think that's what it is.

forever later.. sorry, hectic days :((

[farcry]

I'd really like that. I wanna get to know you, Margaery. The real you.

[ that's what she's telling him, he thinks, that he's more than what the media decides to paint him as that day, not simply an extension of Bruce and the Wayne industries, but he's him. and he can be that with her.

her thumb draws an invisible doodle on his arm and sends a tiny shiver through his body, and he can easily see how he could get hooked to her. her words, her kiss, her touch, the way the warm press of her body sends so much yearning through him it should be laughable. except it's not, because very few people have touched this part of him, the damning tendency to connect physicality with emotions because everything he does with his body is an expression of his deepest desires: to fight, to protect, to keep safe, to love. a version of him in the past had thought he could separate the two, but he's since learned enough about himself to come to terms with it.

so it doesn't surprise him that he presses into another kiss and lets that all pour out, what he can't say to her because it's too early, because they just met, and he'd be stupid to tell her he's falling for her hard. yet he can't help the way his fingers slide into her hair as his hand finds the nape of her neck, his eyes sliding shut to fit their mouths closer together.

his tongue traces out the seam of her soft lips, slow and intentional. he wants so bad to taste her, to sink into this sweet molasses that's wrapping all around them like the warmth of the blanket. ]

no need to apologize!!! :(( I HOPE YOU'RE HANGING IN THERE OK

[versigny]

[ Margaery's historically balked at this part - letting someone get to know the real her - because it's not just access, or vulnerability. it's also giving them implicit permission to touch her identity, and have direct influence in all the ways she thinks and feels. but then again, she's probably past that point. Dick is already there, coaxing the softest part of her even before their lips are meeting again, her heart loud but slow in her eardrums as she closes her eyes and surrenders to him.

this kiss travels deep, almost like a hot drink on a cold day, except it reverberates through her entire body, releasing her from everything else but the feeling of his fingers against her hair, the softness of his lips and the intentional way they move against hers, earning a quiet moan of satisfaction that could almost pass for a sigh. her hand moves too, snaking up to cup his jaw first, before moving up to curl around his neck, just where it meets his shoulder.

she's so, so warm.

distantly, she realizes that she's never been kissed like this before; kissed for the sake of it and nothing else. no expectations for more, no showboating, or manipulation. Dick Grayson kisses her like he'd be happy to do only this for the rest of his life, learning her through the way her mouth parts and her tongue presses against his, confident and still ever so playful even as she rises to the occasion to meet his intention and enjoys herself in the moment.

her eyes stay closed even when the kiss comes to a natural end for air, Margaery chasing his mouth to follow up with one, two, three more chaste kisses before she opens her eyes and smiles, crooked and pleased. ]

The first thing you should know about the real me is that you're welcome to kiss me like that anytime you want.

so i saw a photo of a bb cow and now here i am...

[farcry]

[ Dick shouldn't be surprised that they connect without missing a beat, the same way they the rest of the night. it's so easy, and the chemistry feels like they might as well have done this before. she moves like she reads his mind, meeting every tip of his head, every slick slide of tongue, curling her own with something like a promise beneath the tip of it in a way that speeds up his heartbeat and strings heat through his body. the little sound in the back of her throat only further descends his mind away from rational thought.

he has to work to remind himself that there's no need to rush here, except he wants nothing more but to linger and chase after those sweet kisses, yearning for more. she's giving him way too much credit if she thinks he wants just this, that he'd be happy with it for the rest of his life.

how could he not want more, when her eyes are so warm, her smile so pleased when he opens his eyes and sees her there? his gaze drops to her mouth, taking in the way it looks like this, kiss-reddened and glossy, their delicate shape curled with so much quirk punctuated by that adorable little dimple.

he breathes a quiet laugh. ]

Yeah? Can I kiss you like... [ he trails off playfully, his voice taking on a husky edge to rise just above the hum of traffic beneath them. he leans in closer, and gently kisses her again before drawing her lower lip between his to nip along the plushness he finds there, tugging it just slightly. ] this?

[ he murmurs the syllable against her mouth before licking apologetically after the sharpness of his teeth. ]