Title: Years Young

Summary: n/a

Notes: AU

My lips were mere millimeters away from his, if not already touching them.

I could feel his hot breath beating softly against me.

He smelt of smoke and cinnamon and it was tempting as hell.

His arms were snaked around my waist while mine were looped around his neck.

He pulled me closer and our lips met.

I melted in his hands and he grinned into our kiss.

I pressed myself closer to him, begging for more, which he happily obliged to.

I felt myself being pushed onto my back as he slowly laid on top of me.

I plunged deeper and deeper into his sea of passion where he dove down to rescue me and we surfaced in a tight embrace.

Yet something throbbed in the back of my mind.

So I pulled away.

"What's wrong?" he asked in a husky voice.

"This is wrong," I replied in a whisper. He narrowed his eyes and moved from his position on top of me so I could sit up.

"What?" he asked quietly.

"I can't....this is wrong," I breathed. He leaned in a placed his mouth against mine softly. I pressed back gently.

"I have to go back," I told him.

"...I know."

"I love you," I said in a soft voice.

"I love you too," he said running a hand through my hair, "I don't want you to go back to them."

My throat began to tighten. I had to go back. They were my best friends and I wouldn't trade them for the world.

But he was my love. The one thing that made all the trouble worth while.

But I had made a promise to my friends. A promise I intended to keep.

"I have to go," I whispered again.

"Good bye."

I felt tears prick my eyes and I nodded and left.

Fifteen years later

I've been here before, I thought to myself, The lone woman, beautiful and mysterious, entering a well-known coffee shop and ordering a drink. Then the handsome stranger, or love interest from the past comes in a sweeps her off her feet.

I sighed. Sadly, that is not that part I get to play, my thoughts continued to wander as I poured a cup of tea for a customer, Instead, I am the one serving the drinks.

"That would be $1.67 please," I said simply. The woman handed me two dollars and I gave her 33 cents back, "have a nice day," I added pleasently before adding more to my secret sketch book I had hidden in my apron.

"Can I get a cinnamon latte?" A man asked me.

"Sure," I replied, writing his order on a cup. I was about to walk away and begin to make his drink when he stopped me. He pulled me back so we were face-to-face.

"I search for you for fifteen years and that's the greeting I get?" he murmured into my ear.

"Do you want your latte or not?" I asked. Then I kissed him swiftly, but passionatly.

"My break's in twenty minutes," I told him, "looks like you'll have to wait."

"It's only fair," he replied. I chuckled.

"Since when did you do fair?"

"Fifteen years versus twenty minutes. You do the math," he grinned, "I'll meet you outside." I nodded and he left, the little bell over the door tinkling as it closed.

I sighed contently and stared at his back as he pulled a magazine off the rack and flipped through the pages.

Then, for the first time in what felt like forever, I smiled and went back to work.

A/n: What did I just do? I honestly have no idea what motavated me to write that but okay...I'll go with it.

p.s. I honestly think Red-X/Starfire is one of the sexiest pairings in the whole series. But that's just me.

I'll shut up.

Now you may go read something else that wasn't written on a two second snap decision becuase the writer was bored and romantically high.

I'll be writing these oneshots steadily....maybe once a week or so.