deadbeat valentine | nightwing [COMPLETED]

thirteen

(time skip-six months)
"Do you, Richard Grayson, take Paxton Al Ghul to be your wife?"

"I do." The words brought tears to my eyes.

"And do you, Paxton Al Ghul, take Richard Grayson to be your husband?"

"I do."

"I now pronounce you husband and wife."

Dick kissed me long and slow, and it was the most passionate thing he'd ever done.

"Bruce would've loved to be here," I whispered.

"He wouldn't miss it for the world, Paxton. Dead or alive."
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We laid in bed in his apartment that night.

"Are you sure, Princess?"

"Yeah. I'm sure."

"Okay."

"Dick-"

"Yes?"

"Go slow."

"I will. I promise."

His hips rolled into mine, and I cried out.

"Sorry. I'm sorry. Tell me when you're ready."

I nodded, and steadied my breathing.

"Ready."
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I woke up remembering the intimacy of the night.

He was gentle and sweet, throwing in "I love you"s every now and then. We didn't have sex. We made love. And that was that.
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a/n: usually i would say something like this kind of writing coming from me would be gross but like it's pretty cute okay bye
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I traced the marks I'd left on his back. Some scratches, some burns.

He winced when I touched a particularly burned spot.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"It's okay. I'm okay. Just wasn't expecting it," he said rolling over.

His eyes teared up looking at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing. It's just that you're my wife now."

My heart lurched.

"I love you, Dick."

"I love you, Pax."
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a/n: sorry for it being so short. sadly this is the second to last chapter.