Warmth on a Cold Night (TriniMad)

It didn't take long before the upper half of the suit was complete and ready in pieces, even still slightly warm after having been worked on in the equipment. For Cassandra, this was comparable to a kid being let loose in a candy store with her hands greedily running over the material, practically mesmerized by the combined flexibility and durability of said material. These were things she could only have dreamed of as a kid, yet here she was...

She was so intrigued and fascinated by the chest plate that would mold almost exactly to her body that her attention was certainly distracted from the other person in the room until he had called out to her. To that, Cassandra quickly clutched the chest plate to her and turned her head around sharply, only relaxing when she realized it was just Dick - and looking nicer than ever if that could be said for someone like him. The towel around his waist seemed like a tantalizing invitation to her, and she caught herself staring at his body for perhaps a few moments too long. "You too. You are handsome, after all," she replied with a slightly cheeky smile, more or less unashamed at the fact that he had just seen her shirtless as the ex-assassin turned around, holding out the chest piece already embossed with the outline of the Bat on it. She would rather not go with the fully colored in golden Bat; she was, after all, the Black Bat and deserved to have her own slight tweak to the symbol too.

Coming closer to Dick, Cassandra allowed for him to take it from her hands, tilting her head intently to fixate on his expression for the moment - a worthy distraction from wanting to look and admire his body instead. "How does it look? I modified one of Batman's lighter designs," she explained, her arms crossing over her admittedly lean chest as her eyes subconsciously wandered downwards to gaze at the wet sheen that only made Dick's muscles that much more defined. She honestly really couldn't keep her eyes off of him now, but at least she was still trying to keep a relatively decent conversation going on instead of going awkwardly quiet in her inexperience, "I could make the lower half. And try on both later."
 
Dick waited for her to approach, all while quietly mulling the 'handsome' compliment over in his head. Once she was close he took the chestpiece up and surveyed it, admiring the way the printer had moulded the plates and alternated between the different materials and textures without a hint of effort. It was one of Wayne Enterprises newest inventions, and was already making waves in a few different sectors of industry.

"I can dig it. Not too heavy so it won't hamper your speed, plating is flexible so you can move unimpeded, and the plate will be immune to most small arms fire." He nodded and set the piece up on a nearby rack, just to hold it in place for the time being. Leg guards would take longer, but the added protection would more than make them worth the wait. He couldn't even recall how many times some asshole had tried to shoot him in the leg.

Now though he was aware that the two of them were quite alone and isolated, both in a relative state of undress. No shame in having a little fun, he supposed. "So..." he smiled wryly and set a strong hand against the small of Cass' back, stroking up the smooth skin slowly. "You think I'm handsome huh?" Dick inquired.
 
"Thanks." It was strange, but pleasantly nice to have a second opinion, an approval of her deeds - or at least, another person to reply comfortably to her questions. After all, the last person she could truly remember asking without an overwhelming sense of wariness was her father, and that was far into the past. It should be something to put aside, but like her skills and the burden of the guilt she carried, it would always be part of her.

Cassandra was going to say that she might as well try out the chest plate right now... But that was hardly the wisest thing to do, not when there was literally a practically naked Dick right in front of her. So even if her gaze followed the plate as it was placed aside, her attention was truly on the male in front of her - no distractions, nothing. His hand was warm as like the first touch now against her bare skin, and even though it was instinctive for her to tense slightly, she only moved closer to him.

There was a slight ghost of a smile dancing across her lips as Cassandra tilted her head at him. "Yes. You know you are handsome already," she pointedly stated, then raised a slender if calloused hand to place on his chest, repeating the touch she had given him earlier while Dick was still in costume. Her fingers flattened out against his damp skin, also sliding up his torso and feeling the defined muscles underneath; a god-like physique that most men would die to have without any of the dedication the vigilante had to put himself through. She subconsciously leaned closer and higher towards him, her voice still firm but more quiet now with a good hint of curiosity in her tone, "And you know what to do next, yes?"
 
He couldn't help but smile as her hand met his chest, applying just a touch of gentility in her motions while strong fingers fondled him enticingly. "Mm... Oh do I? Well I think I might actually know what you want... but then again I can be such a scatterbrain these days. You know, with how crazy things have been these days, it's just in one ear and then back out the other," Dick joked, keeping Cass hanging on the edge.

His hand pulled her in closer, until her bosom was pressing against his strong chest, sharp blue eyes examining her closely. She was wanting ths, he could tell. If that wasn't the case, well Dick was sure that Cass would be... firm in telling him as much. For now though the raven-haired male leaned down, their lips meeting firmly and fiercely. In that instant he knew at once how much he had missed the intimate touch of a woman.

Strong hands started to knead her backside through her trousers, squeezing nice and tight through the material while he felt his impressive cock rise steadily to attention under the damp material of his towel.
 
Cassandra had to admit that it was pleasant to have someone support her for once, just for once to not have to watch her own back and let her guard down temporarily. It was true that she had only met Dick for less than a few hours, but did that really matter if she had committed to joining him and the others as a Bat now? Not really, and especially not when she felt herself press against his firm warm torso, a slight curl of a smile growing larger over her face.

"You wouldn't be Nightwing if you didn't know what you were doing," she pointedly replied, only to have her words be stuck in her throat at the intensity of the kiss between them. It was figuratively enough to take her breath away, and Cassandra couldn't help a soft gasp as she leaned into the touch, letting her hands slide up to Dick's shoulders and loop loosely around his neck. While their heights weren't too disparagingly, it was still enough to make her lean up against the male, and even more when she felt his hands squeeze her firm ass.

That got another gasp from Cassandra as she could feel something else pressing against her... And she had a reckoning that it was what she was suspecting it was, which was impressive on its own at the moment. In a flash of mischief, the ex-assassin suddenly pulled her lips away, only to leap up and wrap her legs firmly around Dick's waist, allowing for her to lean down and kiss him even more. "This is nice," she breathed against his lips, unable to really explain how she felt any other way verbally before she was kissing him again, letting her fingers run through his damp hair.
 
It seemed that Cass wasn't one to give him the upper hand for too long, leaping up abruptly and forcing him to take on her weight on his strong frame. She was lighter than him, as one would imagine, but certainly heavier than a man would initially expect her to be. For as slim as she was, she had a fair bit of muscle wound tight inside her body, and the Asian beauty seemed to be actively pressing into him for the sake of making it a little harder.

Dick smirked against her lips. "Better than nice," he replied simply. After a moment he decided to reach one arm down, undoing the knot of his towel so it could fall to his feet and free his cock into view. One thing was for sure, Dick's... namesake was quite long and thick, beyond that of most average men, and he had certainly learned how to use it. Screwing an alien princess could help build quite a bit of skill, that was for sure.

That same hand quickly moved back up and worked to tug the waistband of Cass' trousers, tugging them as far as he could given the current position. "Mm... maybe I'm wrong but..." his lips met her neck, teeth teasing any bundles of nerves he could find "But I'm gonna take a stab and say a hot assassin doesn't have much free time in which to get laid?" he asked while briefly meeting her gaze.
 
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