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summary: it was supposed to be a meet cute. it was supposed to be easy. it was supposed to be Kori. it was supposed to, supposedtosupposedtosupposedto- you're beautiful. everyone always tells Dick not to stare directly at the sun. it's too bad he can't stop himself.
Wally lets out the loudest ‘hell yeah’ you have ever heard the second he sees you with Dick in the library, long after Dick had finished his meeting with Audra and James.
Dick groans, closing his eyes as his best friend bounds over to the table, but nothing hides the smile on his face. You laugh, hiding your own smile behind your palm before raising your finger to poke Dick’s pale pink cheeks.
“I knew this was coming.” Wally says excitedly when he finally reaches the table. “I knew it!”
Dick’s hand shoots out, smushing it into Wally’s cheek to get him to shut up, forcing him down into the seat next to him. “Oh my god, bro, you’re so loud.”
“I can’t help it!” Wally’s enthusiasm slowly rubs off on Dick, their laughter intermingling with one another. “I’ve been watching your lovesick ass for months–”
“Alright, alright.” Dick hastily interrupts him, casting a glance towards your surprised expression. “You need to shut up before you embarrass me even more.”
You lean into him, his hands automatically lifting your legs to let you rest them on his thighs. “So,” you wiggle your eyebrows, “months, huh?”
Dick twists his head away from you, suddenly interested in the art on the library wall. “I have no idea what he’s talking about.”
“You had a crush on me.” You sing, poking his cheek again. “You thought I was super cute and pretty, and you were all like ‘oh my gosh, i like her’”
Dick stifles his smile, the tips of his ears turning a dark red. He lets out a dramatic sigh, throwing his head back before he rolls his head over to peek at you. “You’re getting a big head right now, aren’t you?” He squints his eyes.
You tilt your head to bump your forehead against him. “If I had a big head, I bet you’d still have that super debilitating huge crush on me.”
He pauses for a moment, blue eyes seemingly swallow you whole before his lips stretch, soft and slow across his face, eyes hazy. “Yeah.” He whispers.
You swallow, your chest very warm.
“I’d still have that crush on you.” Dick finishes his sentence, his hand rubbing small circles on your knee.
From next to Dick, Wally pretends to throw up. You catch the redhead’s green eyes and pull back, smiling shyly.
The chair next to you scrapes on the library floor.
“Oh?” Roy’s teasing voice floats through the air to your ears as you turn around, the boy pulling out the chair next to you “Looks like Dick finally grew some balls?”
You turn to look at him over your shoulder. “I actually made the first move.”
Dick yelps, hurriedly covering your mouth with his hand. “That’s not– I thought we weren’t going to tell anyone about it!”
You laugh, sticking your tongue out to lick his palm. Donna appears from behind you with Kori in tow, the two of them pulling out the empty chairs across from you and Dick.
“What’s this I hear about Dick not making the first move?” Donna smiles teasingly, slipping her bag off her shoulder. She looks towards you, shaking her head with a smile on her face. “Always taking the lead, aren’t you?”
“Is that how you see me?” Dick asks Donna, who only winks and sits down.
Kori watches the both of you, a strained smile on her face as she pulls a chair out in between Wally and Donna. Her eyes dip to the hand Dick was using to brush away a strand of hair from your face and her chest tightens involuntarily.
She coughs. “I didn’t know Dick had a shy side– I mean, he made the first move with me.”
You blink. Dick goes very, very still, his eyes darting to Kori. His hand tightens over yours on his knee, hidden beneath the table, suddenly very scared of how you might react.
Wally shifts uncomfortably in his chair, holding his breath. Donna glances at Kori, an eyebrow raised but Kori continues to stare down at the table, her smile twitching from the effort. Roy crosses his arms, leaning back in his chair, his lips set in a thin line.
The entire table holds their breath.
For a second, you don’t move a muscle, frozen in place – and then you relax, shrugging as you reach for the strawberry lemonade refresher Dick had bought for you. “Well, we all know I’m the more assertive one in any relationship anyways.”
Dick’s shoulders droop slightly, his thumb making concentric circles on your knee again. Wally exhales loudly, exchanging a glance with Roy while Donna laughs along, careful to keep her voice light.
Kori finally looks up from the table, meeting your eyes.
You tilt your head, eyes soft at the corner with a small smile tugging at your lips. You carefully slide your drink towards her, the plastic cup leaving droplets of water in its wake. “Want some? It’s the strawberry lemonade drink from the cafe by McCombs Hall.”
Kori forces herself to nod, reaching for the drink and you finally look away, turning to grin at something Dick says.
She stares at her reflection in the darkened screen of her open laptop, her hand holding on to the cup you had given her, the sound of your voice floating through the peaceful library air and Dick’s laughter mixing with yours.
Her fingers tighten around the sweating plastic cup when she hears the way Dick holds your name in his mouth, the sweetness of the strawberry lemonade reminding her of afternoons that used to be uncomplicated.
She doesn’t look at Dick, but she doesn’t need to – some things have a way of staying with you, whether you ask them to or not.
x.
Dick hates the hallway outside your apartment door, specifically the space right outside your door.
In other words, he doesn’t want you to leave.
You hold your hands out expectantly, pink cat-eye nails shining underneath the fluorescent hallway lights. “My bag, please.”
Dick scrunches his nose, his hand tightening on the brown leather straps digging into his shoulder. “And if I said no?”
“You want to get my degree for me?” You say jokingly, taking a step forward to hook your finger into his belt loop, tugging him forward. He lets himself get pulled in, your hips fitting snugly against his.
He shakes his head, a smile on his face.
You narrow your eyes playfully. “You just want to spend more time with me, don’t you?”
Dick rolls his eyes, falling forward to rest his head on your shoulder. “Oh no, you caught me.”
“You are so dramatic.” You giggle, tangling your fingers with the soft hairs at the base of his neck. You gently tug, pulling his head up until he meets your gaze. “Do you want to just come inside? We’ll have dinner together?”
Dick stares up at you through his lashes, blinking slowly before exhaling, One hand lets go from where he’s gripping onto your handbag straps to wrap around your waist. “Can I?” He whispers, fingers tightening on your waist slightly. “Please?”
“Of course you can, handsome.”
The words slide out of your mouth so easily, it makes his chest ache – like he was always going to be a part of your life.
He looks away, cheeks warm as he straightens. “Then inside we go.”
You pinch his cheek lightly before turning the doorknob, the two of you slowly falling inside the warmth of your cozy apartment.
x.
The light of your lamp shines bright in the dim apartment, the soft golden glow making his shadow dance along the walls.
Dick folds his legs underneath him, carefully raising a hand to rest on the leg that you’ve draped over his thighs, your back leaning against the armrest of the couch. The TV in front of you flickers as a re-run of ‘Roman Holiday’ ’ continues to play on the giant screen.
He takes a breath, his chest falling as he exhales slowly.
You glance up.
“Are you nervous?”
He looks over towards you, hands clammy. “What? Why would I be nervous?”
You sit up, untangling your legs from his. “You tell me.” You slide your hand across his shirt, right above where his heart lay before tapping twice above it. His pulse jumps with every touch. You tilt your head, leaning forward to rest your chin on his shoulder. “Why are you so jumpy?”
“Did something happen?”
He shakes his head. “No, nothing at all.” Dick’s eyes dip to the curve of your lips before he clears his throat again, hurriedly looking away. “Nothing at all.”
You frown. “Clearly not.” You turn him to face you properly and press your palm flatter against your chest. “Your heart is beating like crazy and you can’t meet my eyes– oh.”
You pause, suddenly understanding what he’s been looking at. You pull your hand away, a sly smile on your lips. You raise an eyebrow, leaning in close, “You want to kiss?”
Dick scoffs, doing his best to keep his gaze steady on the TV screen like Audrey Hepburn was the most interesting thing in the world. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Are you sure?” You shuffle closer, practically in his lap now. Dick wiggles his arm out, wrapping it around your waist to steady you. His thumb brushes soft against the sliver of skin as your shirt rides up slightly.
“C’mon Dickie.” Your eyes glance down to his lips before flicking back up to his eyes. Dick exhales slowly, keeping his gaze trained on the TV despite seeing nothing.
You grin teasingly, your cheeks aching from how badly you wanted to laugh. “Baby.”
Dick finally drops his gaze on you, blue eyes darting across your face as he watches your lashes brush across the top of your cheeks every time you blink. He flexes his hand around your waist once before relaxing, pulling you in closer.
“You’re being unfair.” He whispers, resting his forehead against yours.
“How am I being unfair?” Your breath caresses his mouth, the skin of his lips tingling. You hum softly, your hand reaching up to tangle themselves in his shirt. “I’m just asking if you want to kiss.”
You look up at him through your lashes. “I don’t know if you can tell, but I’d really liked to be kissed by my boyfriend.”
He can’t hold back his smile. “You know exactly what you’re doing to me.”
“No I don’t.” You shake your head. “Why don’t you show me?”
Dick doesn’t move.
The sounds of the Roman Holiday continue to play around the two of you, wrapping you in your own little bubble, He looks at you – really looks – committing every little inhale you took, the warmth of your skin against the palm of his hand and the smell of your perfume intoxicating him, to memory.
Like he was afraid you would disappear if he blinked.
Dick gives you the tiniest nod, his shoulders drooping.
Your eyes flutter shut.
You lean in closer, slow and unhurried, waiting. Dick’s eyes trace over the curve of your lip once more before he meets you halfway, his lips soft against yours before he curls his arm tighter around your waist, pressing harder. You sigh into the kiss, eagerly pulling him in. The bell on your bracelet rings softly, a low chime that reverberates in his chest, when you clutch his shirt a little tighter.
You hum against his lips before pulling apart, gently biting down on his bottom lip before letting go.
Dick shudders against you, his eyes fluttering open.
“Oh.” He murmurs, mostly to himself.
You smile, brushing your nose against his. “Am I that good of a kisser?”
A quiet laugh slips out of him and he nods. “Yeah. Really, really, really good. The best I’ve ever had.”
“Oh?” You raise an eyebrow. “So you’ve kissed other girls?”
“Oh hush.”
Dick dips his head again, pressing another kiss to your lips, slower this time. There’s no stopping the fireworks that explode under his eyelids with every touch.
“Seriously,” Dick whispers when he finally pulls away, “the best I ever will have.”
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