Tenderly and selflessly (canon)

You close your eyes for a moment, and let the compulsion wash over you.

You take a deep breath to settle your nerves, and place your hands firmly on her shoulders. You look deep into her eyes, and you give her a sultry smile.

"As you command."

Her cheeks flush, and you wordlessly pull her close to you, gently pressing your lips to hers. She releases a small squeak of surprise, her hands tightening on your shoulders for a moment as if to push you away.

The push never comes, however. You continue your gentle, soft kissing, your lips barely interlocking.

"This is a kiss," you softly explain to her. You move your hands from her shoulders to her hips, and gently guide her to straddle you, pushing your lips back onto hers as you do. Her breasts pressing against your chest causes your heart to flutter.

Your growing, hardening bulge presses against her crotch, and she can't help but shiver at the sensation.

"Are... are you going to..." Nightwing's question hangs in the wind, but it doesn't need to be asked - you think that penetration of any kind would be too much for her right now. It would also be selfish - this is supposed to be about her. Your pleasure is taking a second seat to her catharsis.

"No," you whisper. "Not yet."

Nightwing seems satisfied with that answer, as her hands move to your cheeks, and she initiates the kiss this time.

You let her take the lead, wanting to let her experiment with these new sensations. It's sloppy and uncoordinated, but you can feel the passion behind each motion - she's been starved for affection her entire life, and now she's getting a very, very heavy dose of it.

You let your hands slowly wander, exploring her exquisitely toned midriff and inching towards her back. As your hands approach her wings, you feel her stiffen in apprehension.

So, she's sensitive between her wings... good to know.

Before you let your hands go between her wings, you fumble about with the straps, undoing each knot in turn. Once they're all undone, you begin to gently pull her shirt off.

She moans slightly as your hands slide down her arms, and she eagerly pulls her hands through the sleeves. You toss the shirt aside, and gaze longingly at the breasts before you.

Nightwing surprises you by reaching up and removing the two adhesive bandages, on her own. You tenderly reach out, firmly but gently grasping the bountiful breasts. She gasps in response, and you begin to very gently massage her breasts, your fingers barely moving as you do.

You return to kissing her, still playing with her tits as you do. After a few moments, you gently touch each of her nipples with a thumb.

She gasps in pleasure, and you take advantage of that to slip your tongue into her mouth. She hums in initial surprise, but her entire body shudders as she feels your tongue against hers.

You slowly play with her nipples using your thumbs, and after a few seconds of that, she's started to gently grind her hips against you. She pulls her lips away from yours with a gasp.

"Why... why are my hips..."

You remove one hand from her breasts to place a finger to her lips. You gently shush her - her eyes briefly light with anger, but it fades as you cup her cheek and whisper to her.

"It's okay, Nightwing - don't worry about it. It's natural. I promise."

She nods. You slowly move your hand to the back of her neck, before lightly tracing down her back, until you reach the area between her wings. You gently stroke the area, alternating between your fingers and your palm.

The reaction is immediate. Her wings beat, her tail begins to thump the ground, and her eyes roll up a little and flutter momentarily.

You pull your lips from hers, and she seems disappointed for a moment - until your lips find a new home on her nipple. Her head rolls back, and she starts to grind against you even harder.

For a moment, you're tempted to pull the pants off of both of you, and shove yourself into her. But you know that's not what she needs right now. She needs less penetration, and more ministration.

"Lay down, sweetheart," you whisper to her. She lets loose a whimper at the pet name.

She obliges, and you begin to undo her pants. "I...I thought you said..."

"I did," you whisper as you pull her pants and underwear down. You lunge forward and kiss her, interlacing your fingers with hers.

You move to kiss her cheek, and then down to her jawline. You move your hand to her breast, gently fondling her before moving your hand down. You keep kissing her neck as your hand dips between her legs. She releases a high-pitched moan as you gently run your fingers along her labia.

You push your middle finger between her labia, running it up from just near her vagina to her clitoris.

"Ohh...it...it feels..."

You kiss a bit lower on her neck, continuing your inexorable trip downwards.

Her moans are music to your ears as you kiss the crest of her breasts. You gently nibble on each nipple, causing her to shudder and moan in delight.

"Wh...where are you going...I liked the kissing..."

You smirk up at her. "You'll like this more, babe."

The new term of affection earns you yet another shiver and a whimper. She definitely seems to enjoy affection.

As you kiss just between her breasts, enjoying the sensation of having your face between the brilliant pillows, you slowly push your finger into her vagina. She takes quick, shuddering breaths as you do.

You kiss your way down her belly, and just before you get to your ultimate destination, you divert and start to kiss her thighs.

You move closer and closer, and when you're finally there, you fully remove your finger, and press your hands against her thighs, spreading her legs open as you focus on your destination.

You look up at her, and watch her lean up on her elbows so she can see your face approach her sensitive lips. Her eyes are glazed over, and she's panting heavily.

You stick out your tongue, gently parting her folds, pushing your tongue directly into her vagina. She moans rapturously, and you withdraw your tongue to focus on her clitoris. Your finger replaces your tongue in her vagina, earning a light mewling cry from her.

"Mmmmmmm...ohhhh, that's, that's...Mmmmmmnnnnhh..."

You can't help but grin at her response, squeezing the hand you're still holding as you continue. Her free hand moves to your head, her fingers clenching your hair as she pushes you further into her crotch.

Your jaw starts to hurt, but you don't care. You've almost dislocated your jaw once when going down on a woman that was particularly enthusiastic - you're not one to shy away from a challenge.

Your tongue flicks across her clitoris, circling and prodding it in turn. At the same time, you thrust your finger in and out of her sopping wet pussy.

You feel her vaginal walls clench around your finger. Her moans reach a crescendo as she cums, and you hear her fall back onto the floor of the tent.

You slow your ministrations, letting her come down slowly from her orgasm. After a few moments, you slowly remove your finger, and plant a gentle kiss on her vagina before making your way up.

After wiping her juices off on the back of the sleeve of your shirt, you gently press your lips to hers as she cools down.

"So? How was it?"

"It...it was..." she smiles, looking into your eyes with a blissful expression. "Amazing..."

You grin at her, and immediately launch into an explanation on what should be done to avoid a UTI after an orgasm. Upon hearing the potential effects of a UTI, Nightwing is quick to rush out of the tent and take care of that.

You follow her out, and rub one out behind the tent. The last thing you want is for Nightwing to feel obligated to help you. Not that she would, but still - tonight was about her.

When she returns, you motion for her to follow you into the tent. "Come to bed with me - this is my favorite part."

Nightwing's eyes betray her confusion and excitement. You lead her over to one of the beds, and slide in, holding the blanket up for her to join you.

She lies on her back next to you, and rather than attempt to make her assume the role of little spoon, you have her wrap your arm around you as you cuddle into her. She instinctively pulls you closer.

Given your dynamic, you honestly feel more comfortable as the little spoon.

"What's this called?"

"Cuddling."

She hums in content to herself. You place a hand on her bare chest, and she places her own hand on yours.

"Goodnight," you whisper, stretching to plant a kiss on her cheek.

"Goodnight," she echoes, sleepily.

You hear her breathing slow, and you can tell that she's pretty much immediately fallen asleep.

You soon follow suit, drifting off in her surprisingly gentle embrace.