Sensitivity

"This body is..." Nightwing swallows nervously, a bright blush coming to her cheeks. "It's... much more sensitive than I'm used to."

Your eyebrows hike up a bit at that. You think you know what she's referring to, but... you don't want to make assumptions.

"You mean that you're, like, chafing?"

{if@ Nightwing thinks you're a pervert==true}"N-no, I mean..." her blush intensifies, and she scowls at you. "You... you just want to hear me say it! You disgusting, lecherous human!"

You put up your hands, your suspicions confirmed by her reaction. "You don’t have to say it - I just didn't want to make assumptions. Which of your clothes are causing an issue?"{endif}

Nightwing stares at you for a moment, before finally relaxing. After a bit of awkward silence, she continues.

"It's just... the shirt, it... it rubs, and..." She fidgets uncomfortably.

You hold up your hand to stop her. "It's okay - you don't need to say anything more. I think I may have a solution."

You light the lantern hanging from the top of the tent, so you can actually see what you're doing. You dig around in your bag, and finally find the first aid kit you packed. After rooting around in that, you find some of the adhesive bandages that Elves only recently made available for purchase by humans.

"If we put these on your...uh..." You swallow nervously, and hold up the bandages while pointing at her chest. "It should help quite a lot with your sensitivity issues."

"If you say so..."

She sits up, and you approach on your knees to undo the ties on her back. You help her remove it, your arms gently grazing along hers as you do. Her wings beat against your chest, and you worry that she's uncomfortable with the scenario, so you hurry things along a bit, placing her shirt on the floor of the tent next to her.

{if@ Nightwing thinks you're a pervert==true}You move around to her front, and despite your desire to make her comfortable, you can't help but stare at her bare breasts for a moment. They're so perfectly shaped - they look so firm, and also so delicate...

"Focus!" The dragon snaps at you, blushing.

"Sorry!" You exclaim, sporting a blush of your own. You wordlessly open one of the two bandages, and get ready to put it on her nipple.{else}You move around to her front, barely glancing at her breasts as you do, your cheeks already glowing a bright red. "This might feel a bit weird..."

"Just... hurry up and do it." She looks away from you, also blushing brightly.{endif}

You take a deep breath, and quickly but carefully place the bandage on her breast, covering her nipple as you do. Nightwing sucks in sharply as your hands make contact with her breast.

You're stunned by how soft her breast is, but you don't let yourself linger. Before she can say anything, you do the same with her other nipple.

"Okay - let's see how it is now," you announce, picking up her shirt again.

To your pleasant surprise, she puts her arms in herself - no need to awkwardly dress her this time.

You move back around behind her to tie the straps, but you're immediately distracted by what seems to be imprints on her back. They're especially prevalent above and below her wings, where the fabric was being pulled taught by her breasts.

You click your tongue, tracing along the imprints with your hand. "Oh, Nightwing - why didn't you tell me the shirt was too tight? I can see marks on your skin from the strips on the back - it must've been so uncomfortable..."

"It... it's fine," she mutters. "Just... tie up the back."

"No - there's no way in hell I'm letting you put up with these straps digging into your back again," you protest. "I'm going to fix this for you."

{if@ Nightwing thinks you're a pervert==true}"You're just trying to get my shirt off again! Just tie it, ****, before I castrate you!"

"Nope - I can do it with your shirt on." You completely ignore her threat - you've started to doubt that she would actually follow through with it.{else}"...Do I have to take the shirt off, again?"

"Nope - I can do it with your shirt on," you assure her.{endif}

After fetching the sewing kit and a pair of socks from your bag, you sit down behind Nightwing again.

You take some measurements, your hands barely grazing against her back as you do. She seems to flinch at every touch.

Once that's done, you cut the socks into strips of the correct size.

"Don't move, or I might stick you with the needle," you caution her as you begin to sew parts of the socks onto the four straps that have been digging into her upper back. Once that's done, you tie all of the straps up again, a bit looser this time, and double check your handiwork.

"That should add some extra padding," you explain. "It's not perfect, but it's something."

Nightwing moves her arms a bit, and you're pleased to see that the straps aren't digging into her skin with each movement, now that there's a cushion between her and the fabric.

"That is indeed better..."

"Good." You let out a yawn, the fatigue of the day finally catching up to you.

You start finding it a bit hard to focus - conflicting thoughts bounce around in your head, interrupting one another as they do.

"Man, I'm more tired than I thought," you mumble. "You good to go to sleep?"

"Yes, I am rather fatigued, as well." You nod, and stand to extinguish the lantern.

"Goodnight," you mumble, placing a gentle hand on Nightwing's shoulder for a short moment. The contact is short-lived, as you quickly slide into your own bed and immediately begin to fall asleep.

The last thing you see is the dim golden glow of Nightwing blushing, illuminating her face as she places her own hand on her shoulder with a puzzled expression.