Almost, Not Quite
Astrael
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The first kiss had been unemotional and cold. An awkward jamming together of lips, and a painful presence of teeth (Robin's mouth being open, as he'd been mid-sentence). The first kiss is supposed to be memorable. And it was. But, not for the reasons a first kiss is supposed to be remembered.
There had been no fireworks, no spark passed between them. After all, there'd been no love behind it. Once it was done, Starfire's eyes had flashed emerald and Robin's face burned red.
Though her lips had been cracked and dried from the treatment of the Gordanians she'd just escaped, Starfire's lips had been oddly soft. And regardless of it only being her way of learning their language, she was still experienced compared to Robin, who'd never even thought of kissing a girl, let alone actually done it.
The second kiss had been what the first kiss should have. A shy brush of their mouths against each other, guided by Starfire's hands after Robin had missed the first time. When the fireworks faded, and the spark had been passed, Starfire's eyes had sparkled emerald, and Robin's face had glowed red. His breath had been warm, and her touch had been gentle, and they seemed almost embarrassed of each other afterwards.
But then, his voice almost shaking, Robin asked if he could kiss her again, promising that this time he wouldn't miss, because now he'd actually done it.
