Kiss (Or How to mess with Nightwing)

Starfire.

Again, countless people have asked for this. But, especially for SAT ;p. What?

My unmarried husband made through to that night before the curiosity peaked enough for him to question. "Okay, I can't stand this," Nightwing said, perched on the corner of a building, completely interrupting Gretchen's crime report.

I smothered a giggle and then turned him while maintaining a mildly interested expression. "What is wrong?"

He issued me with a 'Batglare'. "Control Freak. Really?"

"You did give me permission to obtain new languages."

"But… Control Freak?"

"Klingon is a perfectly valid language."

"I'm not debating that. It's Control Freak."

"So?"

"He's had a hard on for you for years. And you just… kissed him?"

"No."

He was surprised. "You didn't?"

"I simply pressed my lips to his and transferred language."

"Which is a kiss," he said flatly.

"You Earthlings do so complicate lip contact," I sighed dramatically.

He scowled at me. "You're enjoying this."

I smiled at him. "Immensely."

Nightwing shook his head. "I've put up with a lot for your career, but this takes the cake."

"What exactly have you put up with?" I asked sternly as I folded my arms on my chest and glared.

"Um… er…" he floundered, then waved his hand. "Well that's not the point. The point is you kissed Control Freak. Spill, woman. I want to know how hard I get to kick his ass. C'mon. That's just nasty."

I raised my eyebrows at him. "You would prefer I only engage in language transference with handsome young men?"

He chuckled. "Actually, I'd prefer hot girl on girl action that'd you let me watch, but, again, that's not the point." He forced his face to a stern expression. "Starfire. It's Control Freak!"

"I am aware."

"When?"

"When what?"

"When did this happen? Was it recently? Was I here? Or we were both still in Jump?"

"We were both still in Jump," I replied.

I could almost see him searching through his brain for all instances we fought Control Freak. "Were you alone? Or did we take him down as a team?"

"I was alone at the time, but you arrived shortly after I had captured him." I decided to allow him a little more information. "You were quite surprised at my efficiency in detaining him."

He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "I can't… place… um… what were we detaining him for?"

"Criminal activities."

"Starfire!" he snapped, exasperated.

I sighed. "You truly wish to know?"

"Yes!" he insisted.

I gave him a look. "Are you certain?"

He hesitated. "Is it bad? Was there tongue?"

"Mine or his?"

He covered his eyes with a hand. "Oh. Gross." He pulled a face, his mouth twisting as though he had tasted something bad. "Yuk…"

"What is wrong?" I asked, innocent.

"Bad images. Was it a long language transfer?"

I struggled to keep myself expressionless. "Define long."

"More than a peck."

"Language transfer takes longer the more complex a language is, or the more languages being received at once. Which is why our initial transference took so long."

"I see… I did wonder about that. So, it was shorter than ours? Klingon's not that difficult."

"He is also versed in Romulan and Vulcan."

"God. No. You got more than one language from him? How long did it last?"

I pretended to consider. "Longer than the peck, but not as long as you kiss me in greeting."

He was getting a little angry now. "Star, you're really milking this."

I smiled at him and fluttered my eyelashes. "I am currently not 'milking' anything. Perhaps when patrol is done."

He glowered. "Don't tempt me, woman. Just tell me? Please?"

"It was at a movie premiere."

He frowned as he thought about it. "That… doesn't really narrow it down. It's always a movie premier. Or a game release. Or a ComicCon…"

"Wicked Scary IV."

His frown deepened. "Oh… oh!"

I smiled.

He was connecting what he remembered now. "When he was trying to convince everyone that the movie wasn't showing so he'd have the whole cinema to himself? When that didn't work he made the popcorn machine come to life to scare everyone away?"

I nodded.

"And he and Beast Boy got into a fight over the best character in Wicked Scary III and why they shouldn't have died at the end?"

"The Zombie Invasion? Yes."

He scratched his head. "That can't be right. You went off to fight the popcorn machine. You were nowhere near Control Freak."

"You do remember how he disappeared into the cinema screen again?"

"Yeeeeah?" Nightwing asked slowly.

"His control forced me to enter the movie with him."

"You went into Wicked Scary IV?"

"No. I believe at he had transferred it to the romance movie that was on at the time." I tapped my lips. "I cannot recall the name."

"Mustn't have been important," Nightwing muttered.

"It was not the memorable kiss," I conceded.

He squinted at me. "I thought you said it was just a language transfer?"

"He did try to do the wooing of me first."

Nightwing stared at me, his mouth open in horror.

Concerned, I asked, "What is wrong?"

"He wooed a kiss from you?"

"I do enjoy being romanced," I teased.

Nightwing was aghast. "Starfire!"

"Yes?"

He covered his face with his hands. "Let me get this straight. He wooed a kiss from you, which lasted more than a few seconds, with tongue and you never told me?"

I tilted my head at him, my eyes wide and innocent. "Considering how you have reacted, is it any wonder?"

He uncovered his face and gave me a shrewd look. "You're messing with me."

"Not at all."

He flopped down on the ground, his back to the awning of the roof and put his head in his hands. "God damn it." He shook his head. "Damn my curiosity. I really didn't need these images."

I crossed to him and knelt in front of him. "Are you jealous?"

He peered at me through his finger stripes. "Immensely."

I placed my hand on his knee. "My apologies."

He took my hand and interlaced our fingers. "Can I have the truth now?"

"I have not lied to you, Dick."

He groaned.

"He told me that the only way out of the movie was for the 'romantic kiss clause' to complete. Since it was a romance movie, the audience were entitled to a kiss before it ended."

"He tricked you?" he asked in a dangerous voice.

I nodded. "In a sense. I did try kicking between the legs to convince him to release me, but, unfortunately, that did not work."

"He deserved it."

"Since that effort was futile, I picked him up while he was lying on the ground and conducted the language transfer. He could not tell the difference. He swooned and had the bleeding of the nose and fainted and we were released from the movie. Then you found us."

"Oh."

"It was fortunate he knew several fictional languages, so it was not an inane experience for me."

Nightwing considered me. "Is there a difference?"

I blinked. "In what?"

"In a kiss and language transfer?"

"You have never noticed?"

"Our language transfer was a long time ago."

I released his hand, grabbed the front of his uniform and yanked him forward, forcing our lips together. I did not move, open my mouth, or even close my eyes, remaining completely still for a long moment before I shoved him away. "That is language transfer."

He stared at me, stunned. "Oh."

I moved toward him, my fingers reaching for his face as I drew him back to me to attach our lips. Tilting my head, I ran the tip of my tongue against his lips invite him to play. His arms came up around me, his legs dropping flat to entice me closer to him as our lips engaged in the pleasurable human declaration of affection. Straddling his legs, I nibbled on his bottom lip, my tongue stroked his teeth and he opened his mouth further to play. Hands cupped my shoulder blades as I fisted the front of his uniform, pressing our bodies together. He moaned, deep in his throat, a sound which reverberated through me.

I drew back, my breath shaky. "That is a kiss."

He was just as breathless. "Still don't understand. Show me the kiss again."

I smiled and complied.

Author's Note:

Sorry, I couldn't do an actual kiss. I grossed myself out. Use your imagination =D