[ Wren was very good at denying themself something they wanted, no matter how badly. This was no different, it fell squarely into something they could reason they didn't deserve to have, and honestly? They were braced for it. Braced for Dick to admit that this was about Jason, to call it off, to go home. Or stay and help talk Dick through some of it. Romantic disappointment was all too familiar for them.
But he doesn't. Dick meets their eyes and even if there's so much baggage there, it's full speed ahead all over again that has Wren almost dropping the flowers. They gasp again at the mouth on their neck, pulse racing. A roll of their shoulders helps get the jacket and flannel off, needing to shift the flowers from one hand to the other-]
Think you need that reminder too - fuck - need to put these down somewhere-
[ Especially because, well. They hadn't been certain this was where this was going to go, but unlike their normal day to day? They'd left off the compression top before coming over, so it was just bare skin under the t-shirt. ]
[ The baggage didn't typically spill out for no good reason. Usually, it only did if it somehow, through Dick's twisted reasoning, benefitted the listener, or once someone was allowed into his circle of trusted fuckbuddies. ]
Yeah, okay, here--
[ So Wren only needed to be patient, which neither of them seemed to want to be right now, as Dick's hand found the bouquet of flowers to lay them down on the entry console. They could survive for a little longer, he was pretty sure, because his priority was in kissing all the newly revealed, practically flawless warm skin. Across, along their clavicle, down their sternum, the flutter of a pulse beneath his lips, lower still, until he was quietly groaning while his tongue darted out to encircle a nipple. His hand roamed what skin he couldn't reach, touching greedily as he looked up at Wren and gently scraped his teeth along the nub in his mouth. ]
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But he doesn't. Dick meets their eyes and even if there's so much baggage there, it's full speed ahead all over again that has Wren almost dropping the flowers. They gasp again at the mouth on their neck, pulse racing. A roll of their shoulders helps get the jacket and flannel off, needing to shift the flowers from one hand to the other-]
Think you need that reminder too - fuck - need to put these down somewhere-
[ Especially because, well. They hadn't been certain this was where this was going to go, but unlike their normal day to day? They'd left off the compression top before coming over, so it was just bare skin under the t-shirt. ]
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Yeah, okay, here--
[ So Wren only needed to be patient, which neither of them seemed to want to be right now, as Dick's hand found the bouquet of flowers to lay them down on the entry console. They could survive for a little longer, he was pretty sure, because his priority was in kissing all the newly revealed, practically flawless warm skin. Across, along their clavicle, down their sternum, the flutter of a pulse beneath his lips, lower still, until he was quietly groaning while his tongue darted out to encircle a nipple. His hand roamed what skin he couldn't reach, touching greedily as he looked up at Wren and gently scraped his teeth along the nub in his mouth. ]