AN: This is my first attempt at this sort of thing, and for this I'm ignoring the end of season one.

Still working on Challenges and Multichaptered fics...

(Man-Eating Rabbit: *cough* Red Wings *cough* Blue Bird *cough* 22 Challenges *cough*)

...but I wanted to publishthis, so enjoy.


Her Lips

Her lips were hypnotic, so much so that he couldn't stop his eyes from tracing their gentle curve every time they pause for breath.
He is sure that before the night was out he'd be able to draw then from memory, in every detail, from the coy smirk lingering at one corner, to the tiniest trace of sadness in the other.
He doesn't like that she's sad, so he kisses her again, hoping to drive the misery away. He wants to tell her that, whatever it was, it didn't matter, but he can't, so he kisses her again.
She gets the message and kisses him back, the sadness replaced by a warm smile, marred by that smirk that says to him 'You shouldn't be doing this.'
He ignores the little warning, nagging at the back of his mind and knots his fingers into her dark mane of hair, pulling her closer, she doesn't fight back.
Her nails bite into the bare flesh of his shoulders as she returns the favour, reeling him in, while that smile still plays around her lips.
His breath hisses a little as it escaped his lips and he breaks the kiss, coming up for air.
She leans in closer, her fingers now splayed against his pale chest; "You're not scared, are you Roy?"
He pulls her in for another kiss by way of answer and breathes her in, the odour of metal and gunpowder at odds with the faint aroma of lilies that hung around her hair.
Unbidden, his thumb traces the edge of her ear and finds itself stopped by the telltale welt of a scar, hidden out of sight behind her earlobe.
"You never miss." she whispers in his ear.
"Ace Chemicals, Star City." he breathes back, and she nods, loose strands of hair tickling his nose.
"Your arrow hit that thief in more ways than one, didn't it?"
"It goes both ways, though, doesn't it?"
She laughs gently, a breathy girlish sound that catches him off guard, then he is reminded that the girl lying beside him isn't much older than he was.
She's turned pink, embarrassed by the noise that escaped her lips and he is caught again by the amount of grace and elegance captured in that tiny fraction of her face.
His fingers unknot themselves and encircle her face, pulling her still closer, until her eyelashes tickle his cheeks. It is now that she pushes him away slightly, and he let's her roll across the bed and adjust her position slightly, burrowing into his shoulder and drawing his arms around her.
He feels something wet on his skin and realises she is crying. He holds her close and pretends not to notice as she gropes for a corner of the sheets to wipe her eyes. Pretends not to notice the dampness on her cheeks as she leans in for another kiss, ending with the tiniest bite on his lower lip, he grins and returns the favour.
They go on like this for some time, and it's only as they are drifting off, a tangle of limbs under the covers, that he realises why she was crying.
He isn't surprised to find her gone in the morning, but he smiles when he notices her side of the bed, and how it's still warm.