Author's note: Going to see Kung Fu Panda 2 with the kiddies today, don't expect me to be on the ball with replies.

Chapter 6.

In general, guys don't dance.

If there's a chick around to impress, sure, we'll all go and bust a move. If we're dancing with our girl, yup, bring it on, as long as you don't mind us getting handsy around those swishing hips, maybe even cop a feel. In front of, or with a bunch of guys and it's not a competition, not a chance in hell.

Unless, of course, you happen to be Arsenal and Tempest, doing the leaning waltz around the room because you've drunk too much. Always fun. Especially when Tempest is wearing a feather boa, a bright pink one, and "You've lost that lovin' feelin'" is playing on the jukebox. Full of such splendorous teasing material like Tempest's, "I love you, man, I really, really, love you." And Arsenal's loving reply of throwing up on Tempest's shoes.

Of course, that was how the night ended.

How it began, is a totally different story.

It began with food. Well, no, first it began with decking Cyborg out in a ball and chain, the aforementioned feather boa, a "I'm the bride" sparkly tiara, and an XXXL shirt with a picture of the body of a girl in a bikini. Then food. Mainly because we have several large eaters, Cyborg included, and a night of alcohol is always better when you've got food in your belly. The two Flash's and the twins somehow refrained from going all out at the buffet until the rest of us had had our fill and placed bets on who could eat the most, then it was free for all for what was left.

It was close. It was. But the twins, nothing can stop them especially when they work together. Flash resorted to eating from the buffet itself and he still couldn't put away enough to compete with them. We all cheered them on, then helped the poor staff clean up the mess.

Beast Boy, surprisingly, was steering clear of the word 'dude'. No, it was the underagers that decided they'd have fun shouting it out every once in a while and watch the rest of us scramble for drinks. I let it go for a while, then had a quiet word to Robin. Most of us wanted to keep out wits about us; at least, I knew I did. So Robin and his friends played 'dude sniper' where they'd sneak into a group of us as we talked and would say 'dude!' then rush off again.

We played beer pong. Arsenal and I had to play blindfolded and we had to be on opposite teams. Then, when that wasn't working, we had to be turned three times, then pointed in a direction away from the table, before we were allowed to throw our ball. Then, when that didn't work, we were required to have a shot, be blindfolded, turn three times, turned away from the table, the ball had to bounce before it went into the cup, everyone shouted distractions and tried to swat the ball.

Eventually, we just gracefully bowed out and let them have their fun.

We started breaking off into little groups from there. Flash had fun catching all the helium balloons and making chipmunk voices. Arsenal was disqualified from playing darts early on; I had no interest in playing. A whole bunch of us cursed and created a ruckus when Superboy broke one of the pool tables, Cyborg promising the hotel it would be replaced.

Some idiot, I blame Flash, decided that it would be really funny to play the "Topple Nightwing," game, and brought out a huge exercise ball, grinning.

I shook my head. "I'm so not doing it."

Flash pouted at me. "Aww, c'mon, dude—" Opps, shot time.

Once we'd all shotted, Flash continued, "It'd be fun, Wingz. We'd all take bets on how long you can stay on."

I shook my head. "Not doing it. This night's about Cyborg, not me."

"If you can't do it, Wingz," Cyborg said, grinning.

Okay. In my defence. I'd had a few. More than a few. Things were down to that pleasantly, fuzzy numb stage. Reaction time was not the greatest, but still damn fantastic, if I do say so myself. I wouldn't get away with driving, nor would I try. But, being at that stage, I get a little boasty, boisterous. Braggy. "You just want to look at my ass," I complained.

"Sure, that's it," Flash teased.

I sighed. "Hands or feet."

Beast Boy's mouth dropped open, "Dude—" and another shot, "— you think you have the coordination to do hands right now?"

I waved my hands dramatically at them. "Place yer bets."

Rules were announced. Everyone had one shot to topple me, Cyborg had the luxury of two, the first shot and one later if I managed to stay up long. Names would be drawn at random from Arsenal's hat. Tables were cleared so I'd have a bit more space.

As I heard it, Bushido and Robin bet I'd last a while up there, greater than ten attempts to topple me. Flash was fairly certain he could knock me off pretty quick. Sarah's brother Chris, having never met me before, somewhat idealised me and bet high like Robin had. Superboy was pretty sure he could blow me off if he tried, but since the drawing was random, he bet that I'd last no more than five attempts. Tempest had plans to wet the floor and the ball so I'd slip. Herald was going to create a portal under the ball. Lightning was going to blow the ball up. Thunder was going to sound blast me into the wall. Hotspot was going to melt the ball.

Yup. Sounded like fun. I smirked to myself, certain of my skills as I limbered up, then tested the buoyancy of the ball. Pretty firm. Nice.

Of course, the moment I went into a handstand, I promptly fell off, much to my friends delight. "Okay, okay," I said, chuckling. "Give me a sec." I tested the ball again, and went back into the handstand, then carefully lowered myself into the handstand scorpion yoga pose, my feet pointed toward my head, my head arched back so I could see what they were trying to do. The ball wobbled, but then, it was going to do that no matter what. "Go for it, Cy."

Cyborg stepped forward, activating his sonic cannon and fired off a shot directly at the ball.

Okay. So. The beauty about handstands on a ball, my fingers are all spread, I can grip it more. I have a wider surface area to grab, my hands were at like, ten and two on the ball, pushing toward each other, gave me more balance. Bad part. Not a lot of manoeuvrability. I'm top heavy. And half drunked. Nevertheless, I pushed down hard. Let my weight fall toward the ball, then lifted. The thing bounced, I somersaulted over the blast, ball in hand and back onto the ground.

Fuck me. I can't believe that actually worked. And I fucking held it too! I'm so awesome.

There was a chorus of whistling and jeers.

"Next?" I called, feeling rather cocky.

Hotspot was next, firing of a heated blast at the ball, which I somehow managed to crab walk the thing to the side. Tempest tried the water thing. Red Star tried blasting me, not the ball.

Then it was Flash's turn. He grinned at me, then vanished, returning a moment later to hold up a purple, sparkling looking piece of cloth, which he draped over my boot.

I blinked at him. "What's that going to do?"

Flash just smirked. "Wait for it."

Starfire burst into the room, growling and glowing furiously and completely bare-chested, although her hair was covering most of her breasts. Most. Leaving the rest just tantalising me. Hmmm... boobies...

I promptly went ass up as I fell off the ball.

"I win!" Flash crowed, and then ran for it as Starfire fired at him.

Starfire stalked over to me, untangled her top from my boot, which by the way was totally not all stuck straight up in the air because the ball was under my leg, turned her back on the gawking men, but not to me, and redressed herself, all the while muttering in Tamaranian about what she was going to do with Flash when she caught him next. She tilted her head at me curiously as she tied the single strap on her back. "Why are you on the floor?"

I stared rather stupidly at her. "They… he… um… we… ahh…" I gave her a slow grin. "Hi. How you doin'?"

Starfire giggled and held out her hand to me, pulling me back onto my feet. She looked at me, then the ball, then back at me and shook her head. "I do not think I wish to know." She gave me a kiss on the cheek, giggled at Cyborg's appearance and then vanished as quickly as she arrived.

I rounded on a laughing Flash. "You! That was totally uncalled for and unprofessional!"

"Not to mention totally hot," Arsenal mentioned.

"And you fell of the ball," Beast Boy noted.

"What'd I win?" Flash quipped.

I shook my head. "Flash, it was supposed to be good, clean fun. That wasn't nice. Go apologise to Starfire."

"Aww what?"

"Actually, I agree on that one," Cyborg included, stern. "I know how I'd feel if you'd done it to Sarah. Man, that wasn't nice. Go apologise."

Flash looked completely put out, but he really shouldn't have done that. There was a moment silence as he marched himself off to apologise before Arsenal piped up, "So, when do the strippers arrive?"

Cyborg shook his head. "Sarah said we could only get strippers if she gets strippers. I said 'no way in hell are you havin' naked dudes'—" More shots, "— 'dancin' all around, jigglin' their privates'. So no strippers for us."

I hesitated, by my brain to mouth filter wasn't working as good as I would have liked. "Starfire said Sarah's mom had insisted, or she wasn't coming."

Cyborg stared at me. "She what?"

Nick, Sarah's dad, laughed heartily. "She always says that. Don't worry, kiddo. I've organised us some entertainment."

Oh, the look on Cyborg's face, it was completely priceless. Sarah's father offering strippers. I was so glad that Kid Flash, who'd been manning the video camera for the night, managed to catch it on camera. I had plans to make a screen saver of it.

Another game was announced after that, a break dancing competition, since all the guys were all concerned about being upstaged by my display of awesome athleticism on the ball. As much as I would have liked to join in, my bladder was about to burst, so I staggered off looking for the men's room.

Let's just say, my uniform is not the easiest thing to get out of when you're busting to go to the bathroom and half drunk and leave it at that, okay? Fucking one piece suits.

Business done, I wandered out of the men's bathroom, surprised to see a black band of power encasing the door to the woman's bathroom. There was no one else around, so I knocked on it. "Raven?"

The black band rippled, turned spiky in warning.

"It's Nightwing. Everything okay?"

"Go away," she said, sounding pretty weak. The spikes disappeared, but the band remained.

"Um… no…" I shifted closer to the door, hoping to be able to hear what was going on inside. I knew Beast Boy was still in with Cyborg, or at least he had been when I left, so it was unlikely the two of them had snuck off for a quickie in the bathroom. "Rae? Can I help?"

"Um… can… can you get Star?"

"Okay," I replied.

I hadn't expected to find Flash dancing on the table surrounded by most of the bachelorette party as an apology to Starfire, but then he was a womaniser, he liked the ladies. I hesitated at the door, then whistled for Starfire. She looked over at me from where she was clapping and laughing beside a blushing and thoroughly embarrassed Sarah… woah, Sarah's all covered in toilet paper. A woman who looked like Sarah, probably her mother, tried to tuck a wad of cash in Flash's suit. I gestured for Starfire, then slipped back outside.

She came out a few moments later, her face disapproving but curious. "I am not about to come out for the quickie—"

"Raven's in the bathroom, she's asking for you."

Starfire immediately looked concerned and brushed by me, heading for the bathroom. She knocked lightly on the barrier. "Raven?" she called. The barrier dropped long enough for Starfire to enter the bathroom, but snapped up behind her so I couldn't go too, so I was forced to sulk outside.

Not for the first time, I wished that my suit had pockets so I had something to do with my hands while I sulked.

Starfire came out a few minutes later, almost carrying a very grey looking and weak Raven. "I am taking her to her room," Starfire told me. "Can you inform Beast Boy she is unwell?"

"Had too much to drink?" I teased.

Raven scowled at me. Starfire glared. "Just tell Beast Boy."

"Sheesh," I muttered. "What's with the influx of grumpy ladies? Anyone would think you…" I paused. My jaw dropped. "No…"

Raven stabbed her finger at my chest. "Finish that thought and I will dismember you."

Holy crap on a stick. "You are, aren't you?"

Raven scowled again, looking very dark and angry while Starfire was disapproving. "Cyborg's night," Raven snapped. "Don't ruin it."

"I wouldn't dream of it… but wow… congrats."

"I'm serious," Raven snapped. "No one."

I nodded. "Okay."

Starfire helped Raven head to the elevators. "Please go tell Beast Boy."

"Tell him not to worry," Raven included. "I'll be fine.

"Okay. Get some rest, Rae."

She gave me a little wave and I turned to head back to the party, feeling a little stunned. Wow. Seriously.

Beast Boy was clapping and laughing as Tempest was busting a move, looking a lot like an octopus who'd lost most of its limbs. I wondered if it was an Atlantian form of dance.

I placed a hand on Beast Boy's shoulder and leant close to his ear. "Gar, Raven's not well. Star's taking her up to your room for a lie down."

Beast Boy turned his head to me, looking a little panicked, his hands frozen mid clap.

"She said not to worry."

"Yeah, as if," he muttered, then gave me a shrewd look. I could see he knew that I knew. "Cover for me, would ya? I'll just go check on her."

I nodded. He hurried off and I went and fetched myself a bottle of water, sat at one of the tables so I could watch the rest of them make a fool of themselves and put my feet up for a while.

It wasn't long before Cyborg joined me. "Hey, Rob," he said and clinked his bottle of water with mine. Even after all this time, he still calls me Rob.

"Heya, bud. Enjoying the party?"

"Yup. It's a blast." He sighed and put his feet up beside mine. The ball and chain dangled over the edge of the table, but its weight didn't seem to matter to Cyborg. "Hard to imagine this time next week, I'll be married."

I laughed. "Mr Simms, huh?"

"Oh, hell no. Sarah wants my last name. Mrs Sarah Stone. Nice ring, huh?" Cyborg grinned.

"Very nice. You excited?"

"Can't fuckin' wait."

I grinned, then frowned. "Hey, Cy, if you don't mind me asking… I mean… we've never talked about it—"

Cyborg laughed. "Takes you being mostly inebriated to ask about my junk, huh?"

"Ahh… sorry, if you'd rather not answer—"

"It's all still there. Mostly. I'm… enhanced. And I ain't never havin' biological kids, but then, neither is Sarah."

"Oh?"

Cyborg shrugged. "That ain't none of your business. But when we're ready, we'll adopt. A lot of needy kids out there, y'know."

I nodded. "Considering I was one of them."

"Heaven help me if I adopt a brat like you were, man," Cyborg said, cheeky.

"Hey, I turned out okay."

Cyborg laughed. "Thanks to Starfire. I bet you wouldn't ended up like Batman if it weren't for her."

I chuckled. "Yeah. Probably."

"You ought to marry her one day," Cyborg said.

Maybe it was because I was drunk, the fuzzy numbness of a loosened tongue. "I'm scared shitless of that."

"Oh?"

"Well… look at the Titans. Of all the couples that started, only Raven and Beast Boy have gone the distance. Flash and Jinx broke up. Tempest and Pantha. You and Bumblebee. You and Jinx. Arsenal and Jinx. Red Star and Pantha. Hotspot and Argent. Flash and Pantha. Flash and Argent. Flash and… just Flash. None of that lasted."

"Argent and Hotspot are back together. And Bee and Herald are havin' babies."

"Yes, but…"

"And you and Star, you're not like the rest of them, y'know. You can't see it, but Starfire adores you. Tamaranians, they throw their heart and soul into a relationship."

"I know."

Cyborg gave me this look then. "Humans… they don't. Dick, I swear by everythin', you hurt my sister, I'll fuckin' kill you."

I choked on a mouthful of water, then stared at him.

"And I'm being a downer," Cyborg said. He raised his voice to a bellow, lifted his bottle of water. "DUDES!"

There was a general chorus of 'dude' in reply as people raised their beer glasses and headed for shots. Cyborg put his hand on my shoulder as he stood. "Sort yerself out, Dick, Star, she ain't gonna wait foreva. But I knows. It takes a weddin' to start seein' yer girl in that light, don't it? It was B's weddin' where I started havin' them sorts of questions 'bout Sarah. You'll get there." He belched then, loud and long. "Dudes, I am soooo drunked." And another shot.

I sighed and stared at my water. I knew Starfire wasn't going to wait around forever. And if she did, I'd just make her sad by not marrying her. I didn't like it when Starfire was sad, the whole world seemed grey then. Unbearable.

But the thought of setting her free from me to find a guy that would marry her in a heartbeat hurt more than the thought of confronting my own Bruce induced fear of marriage. It's not that I didn't love her. I do. I love her very much. I don't know.

I'm just…

Down about it all. Great, we've reached the alcohol downer part of the evening. I need more drinks.

Fucking cultural issues. Fucking Bruce. Fucking emotional ineptitude.

I need to talk to Starfire about it. That's what I need to do. Get her opinion. After all, it's a joint venture, and most couples actually talk about marriage before they pop the question.

Besides, I'm drunked. She wouldn't take anything I asked seriously right now. I could, if I remembered her answers in the morning, suss out what she wanted.

There was a red blur, then Flash was standing on the table I had my feet on. "Hey Wal," I muttered.

"Ooh, angry drunk time, huh?" he asked, then raised his voice. "Guys! You should check out the bachelorette party! They're all lonely over there!" He reached into the front of his uniform. "Check out the mullah! And all I had to do was shake my booteh!"

I chuckled. "You do that so well."

He started dancing on the table then. "Just had to give 'em some of this, and this and this and they were all over it."

"Don't you shake your ass at me, I don't wanna see that."

He deliberately did it again, right in my face. "You know you want me, bro," he said, grinning at me over his shoulder.

"Take it off!" Arsenal yelled, cheeky. "Give us a show, Flash, we all know how fast you are!"

"Dude, I could rock your world!"

Seriously, this dude thing was getting old. Sooooo many shots.

"I bet you're like a vibrator," Tempest called.

Flash smacked his rump. "Wanna find out?"

I rolled my eyes. "Seriously, give me a break."

"So you can be all dark and broody? Not a chance. Come dance with me."

"No."

"Wasn't a request," he said as I suddenly found myself hoisted out of my seat and onto the table. He put his hand on my back and stretched out my other hand in a tango pose. He started singing the tango music under his breath and dipped me.

My hands flailed as I unbalanced and I had to grab onto him. "Fuck, Flash, you're drunk!"

"So are you. Go with it." He jerked me back upright and he bounded on top of another table, dragging me with him. Cyborg laughed up at me as Flash twirled me under his arm.

"Wal, this is like, so fucking gay," I said, laughing as we jumped to the next table, dancing for Red Star, Wilderbeest, Herald and Bushido next.

"You lovers me, Dick, I know you does!"

I shoved at his face as he puckered up his lips at me. "I'm so not kissing you. Gross." So I got dipped instead. "How'd I end up the woman?"

"You bend more than I do."

"Dude! Get your leg outta there!" I exclaimed.

"You don't wanna end up on your ass, do you?" Flash crooned as he spun me around in a circle again.

Next table, Arsenal, Hotspot and Tempest, laughing heartily at us. "Ass up is preferable right now! I'm so not drunk enough for this!"

"Ass up, huh, Wingz?" Arsenal called.

"Vibrating ass too!" Tempest called.

"That's Flash!" I complained to them. "Not me!"

"Yes, but you're the girl right now!" Hotspot included.

I was pulled into another jump and we landed on the underagers table, Kid Flash beaming up at me with his ever-present video camera. Flash was so very kind enough to dip me again, right in front of Kid Flash.

"If this ever sees the light of day," I snarled, then yelped. "Dude! Did you just lick me?"

"All in the name of a good bachelor party video!"

He lifted me back up and twirled me under his arm. "If Starfire ever sees this, I am so dead!"

"Meow!"

Cyborg was laughing so hard he was almost falling over. "Jeez, Wingz, I've never seen a straight guy spend so much time with his hands on another dude and his ass in the air."

"Can we stop staying dude!" I yelled. "I'm, like, down four drinks already!"

"Five now!"

"Woah!" Beast Boy called from the door. "Did I walk into the right party? Since when did we have a gay prom here?"

Flash flounced us back over to Cyborg's table and dipped me in front of Cyborg. "Can I borrow this?" he asked, stealing Cyborg's feather boa.

"Oh, hell no," I protested as the feathered monstrosity was wound around my neck by super speed. "Okay, enough," I said, shifting my grip on Flash. "My turn to lead."

"Oh, Wingz," Flash said, making kissy faces at me and curled his hand around my shoulder. "Lead me, big boy."

I stretched out our joined hands and pressed out cheeks together in proper tango form. We stalked to the edge of the table, oh so serious now, even among the laugher of our friends, and I dipped Flash this time, rotating his body at the hips while I stayed straight. Flash laughed and stretched his hands above his head and waved them at Superboy.

I jerked him back up so we were nose to nose and together we jumped off the table, going straight into a spinning waltz around the room. We crashed into chairs and deliberately bumped into the back of people, spinning past Cyborg to pluck him up off his chair and force him into a three-way waltz.

I really hoped I was drunk enough that I wouldn't remember this in the morning. That no one would remember this. I don't think we could live it down. I was laughing and Flash looked decidedly green as we spun around and in among all the laughter, I heard a delicate, feminine giggle.

I just happened to be dipping Flash again, so he was immediately dumped on the floor. How the fuck did Starfire, Sarah, Claire and Bumblebee manage to slip through the room and get up on the stage, without me knowing about it?

I must be drunker than I thought not to notice that. "Oh… fuck me."

"Ow," Flash groaned from the floor. "What'd ya do that for?"

"Um…" I just pointed numbly at the stage. Why were they in short silk robes, and what's with the laced up sandal things? Oh, God, Starfire's having hysterics, all curled up in the air clutching her belly. She'd seen me dancing with Flash.

"Sarah!" Cyborg called, happily as he turned around to see what I was pointing at. "What are you doin' here?"

"Well, we came to give you a show, but it seems that you really don't need it." Sarah was grinning madly too, while Claire was giggling and Bumblebee was just shaking her head at our antics.

"A show?" Cyborg blurted.

Sarah twirled the tie of her silk robe. "Well. Mom wanted a stripper, but I promised you I wouldn't. But seeing as she's in there all drooling over him right now, I figured you'd be all lonesome."

"You're gonna strip for us?" Arsenal blurted.

"No," Sarah said sternly. "I'm gonna strip for Cyborg."

Starfire floated down from the stage, grabbed a chair and placed it back on the stage, fetched a stunned looking Cyborg and placed him on the chair. Then Clair, Bumblebee and Starfire all got down from the stage and walked toward the door, standing beside the other girls, all of Sarah's other friends attending the bachelorette party, all of them clad in little silk robes and high heeled shoes.

I could see what they were doing, all their posing and smiling at us. Cyborg'd get his private lap dance, while the rest of us were entertained by the rest of the girls. I just… I never… they were really going to strip? Or just dance? And what the hell where they all wearing?

I saw Beast Boy slip out behind the girls and guessed he must be going to check on Raven again. Starfire and Bumblebee stood to the side, well I figured Bee wouldn't dance, not heavily pregnant like she was, but why was Starfire standing separate?

The music started.

Buttons, by the Pussy Cat Dolls. A gyrating, sexual song. Deep breathing and oooh and ahhs… Good god.

The girls all just started dancing with each other, just dancing by themselves, swinging their hips to the music, their hands stroking against their bodies. There wasn't any real coordination to it, they just danced. They giggled madly to each other, just having fun. After all, I'm sure some of them had boyfriends that hadn't come. Or were married.

Actually, you could tell the blatantly single ones, they were all eyeing us off, beckoning with a finger as they separated from the pack, Clair paired up with Flash almost immediately. Arsenal approached one who seemed quite happy to dance with him. Red Star was approached by another, who he started dancing with, but Hotspot turned down a girl, saying he was attached. A few of Sarah's younger cousins went for Kid Flash, Superboy and Robin, not the suggestive dancing, just the fun sort of dancing.

Bumblebee giggled, grabbed her gaping husband and took him off a little way, dancing with him.

Little Sarah was up on the stage, her back to us as she danced just for Cyborg. She flicked open her silk robe, just so he could see. His eye was getting bigger and lustier as she danced, his hands going to her swaying hips inside the robe and I could hear her little giggles.

Starfire wasn't moving, not like the other girls, just sort of swaying there, smiling to herself as she watched them dance. I regarded her, wondering why she wasn't dancing too. I couldn't wait 'til she did, I love watching her dance.

One of Sarah's friends approached me, doing one of those dips where they stick their asses out as they lift upward but I shook my head at her. "Sorry, attached." She smiled and moved on.

The song was halfway through when Starfire decided to dance, most of the girls were paired up or just dancing together. Now I knew why Starfire'd remained standing still for so long. When she moved… all my attention focussed right on her. On those swaying hips. On her half lidded eyes. On the way she dipped and rose again, her hands trailing along the length of her leg, then slipped up her sides until they were raised in the air.

She dipped again, stuck out her ass and placed a hand against her knee and stroked it up her body as she looked at me.

Oh… oh…

My brain melted.

It was like she'd taken her dance moves straight out of the music video.

She supermodel stalked toward me, legs crossed over in front of the other, the swinging of her hips exaggerated as she walked. She kept her eyes locked on mine, this smug little smile on her face. Oozing sex. Smouldering and mouth-wateringly lustful.

Remember when I said I didn't want to remember this in the morning? I lied. I needed to remember this. Needed to. She'd done nothing but walk and dance and I was already painfully aroused. I wanted to feel her, touch her, taste her. Make her mine. Again and again.

I was aware of other heads turning to watch her, some of the girls even. Mostly, I couldn't move, caught up in an alcohol induced haze of pure lust.

The feather boa around my neck was dragged off and tossed before she placed her fingers tips on my chest and pushed me backward. I went, willingly, staggering back until she seated me in a chair too. She stroked her hands down my chest then, her knee resting on the seat of the chair between my legs. She leant in close, pressed our bodies together, gripped my hair to pull my head back. My hands went for the knot, determined to see what she was wearing beneath the robe. "Not yet," she whispered in Tamaranian and released me. Hands grabbed my wrists, forcing them down until they were beside my legs. "No touching."

She turned, ran her ass up my body and my hands itched to slip beneath the silk to discover what lay beneath, especially as it bunched up on her back from her movements and I caught a flash of her perfectly rounded cheek peeking out the bottom. She dipped back down, curving her back now, aligning perfectly her body with him as she sat in my lap and swished her hips.

My hands gripped at my thighs. "Oh… fuck me."

Her eyes flashed green beneath the lids. "Later," she whispered.

Couldn't help myself. Had to touch. Had to taste. I lifted my hands-

Hey! Where are you going? Come back here!

She waved over her shoulder as I was forced to watch her perfect ass slip away from me and stalk back toward the other girls who were regrouping. Starfire slipped in behind them, hiding at the back. She smiled at me over their heads.

In what I could only describe as a perfectly choreographed move, all the girls yanked the slip knots of their silken robes at once, shrugged their shoulders and allowed the silk to flutter to the floor.

Swimsuits. Bikinis. Drooling, tantalising, barely covered skin. They all giggled and began tossing water balloons at us, then fled the room.

Flash whooped, the quickest of us to catch up with what the hell just happened. "Pool party!"