He leaned in close, his gloved hands holding the sides of her face...
She was too plain, he decided.
It was not a vindictive thought, nor was it a careless one, but rather a conclusion drawn up from weeks of study and observation, as were all of his conclusions.
She reached up to his face, lightly touching his mask. He pulled her arms away roughly, using them as leverage as he shoved her against the wall. His body burned with a passion that he could not contain, a passion he could feel echoed in her quiet gasp. He could feel her body pressed tightly against his, as though she was trying to merge with him, to become one...
Her body was lean and stringy, all harsh angles and flat planes. Her body lacked the feminine curves that graced Starfire or Raven, composed instead of jutting bone and hard muscle; features more common to a boy than the young woman he knew her to be.
Her hair brushed against his face, a tingling, distracting whisp of sensation that for some reason annoyed him. He pushed it aside irritably, pulling off his gloves the next instant as his hands began their exploration of her body, touching her face, her arms, her chest, anything they could reach...
Her skin was too rough, coarse and dry as the very element that she controlled. He had once idly thought that embracing her was like embracing a pile of sand, leaving you scratched, irritated, and ultimately dirty.
She moaned deep in her throat as he kissed her collarbone, gripping his head tightly as her hair fell around him, creating a veil to hide him away from the rest of the world...
Her hair was an unappealing yellow, like a stack of hay. It was dry and brittle, making him feel as though he could put a strand of it between his fingers and snap it, if he ever tried. Not only that, but it was a tangled mess, full of knots and tangles, as though she had never used a conditioner in her life.
He kissed her eyes, her lips, her hair, feeling feverish with desire...
No, there was absolutely nothing appealing about Terra.