A/N: Because the discord was speculating.

"Alright, I'm calling it: it was way easier to find Kole and Gnaark than this guy," Beast Boy declared.

"At least Bucharest is warmer than the arctic," said Cyborg.

They were searching for a promising young superhero with air powers, Vântom. According to the news articles they'd found online, the teen wore a colorful sequined costume that was even gaudier than Robin's; he should have been easy to spot. But of course, he could disappear and fly, which made him difficult to follow.

They'd managed to track him this far—to the Piața Universității, where just hours ago Vântom had taken down Cinderblock's brick cousin—largely thanks to Raven's flawless (and Robin's very flawed) Romanian.

But now there were three roads leading out of the plaza, and they were out of leads.

"If only we had more people who could speak this language." Starfire looked meaningfully at Raven. "Then we could cover more of the land, yes?"

"... why are you looking at me like that."

"You told me to ask you the next time"—Raven's eyes widened—"before I kissed you."

"No, I told you to ask the next time you kiss somebody," Raven corrected.

"Well, you are somebody, and you speak the Romanian."

"So does Robin."

Cyborg snorted. "Yeah, like a four year old."

"Hey! I have the proficiency of an eight year old, at least."

"Whatever spikes your hair, man."

"Ask them!" Raven gestured at the crowded sidewalk.

"They do not know me and would be confused and upset," Starfire reasoned.

Out of habit, Raven looked to their leader. Robin coughed. "It would help speed things up, but you know you don't have to."

Raven was quiet for a moment. "Okay, fine, you can kiss me."

Starfire's face lit up. She started to lean in, but Raven recoiled. "Wait! Not in the middle of the street."

She glanced around, then grabbed Starfire's hand and dragged her over to the closest alley.

The boys waited at the entrance, blocking the view of the plaza. Raven swore she heard one of them whistling.

Raven stood very still as Starfire put a hand on her cheek. She stared determinedly at a chip in the brick wall and not at her beautiful teammate as she leaned in. She'd heard somewhere, probably from Beast Boy or one of his dumb movies, that it wasn't a real kiss if your eyes stayed open. Starfire's mouth was warm and sweet, like the rush of air when you opened an oven full of baking cookies. If she leaned too close, she would get burned.

Belatedly, Raven reminded herself to think Romanian thoughts.

Se 'ntorc acum. Ei Sunt aproape, copili vesnicului dor, atâtea văi atâtea dealuri au străbătut în mersul lor….

Star pulled away. Raven opened her eyes in time to see Beast Boy turn back towards the street.

"[Thank you, my friend]," Starfire beamed. She gave her a quick peck on the cheek and flew off.

Raven followed behind, feeling strangely like she'd swallowed hemlock instead of saliva.

"You ok?" Beast Boy asked quietly.

Raven shrugged, and walked in the opposite direction Star had gone.

Once, just once, she'd daydreamed that things were different.

She'd imagined that they were alone.

Starfire leaned in slowly.

Her kisses were as enthusiastic as her hugs, almost - but not quite - too much. Raven closed her eyes, and the world fell away beneath her feet. There was only Starfire and Raven and the joy of flight, the halo of Starfire's hair brushing her cheeks, a hand cradling her jaw...

Starfire pulled away from the kiss, but she didn't go far. She pressed their foreheads together, utterly speechless, and beamed at Raven like she'd personally hung the stars in the night sky.

But of course, there was a mission. Even imaginary kisses from Starfire were always just a means to an end. Raven supposed that was why it'd occurred to her to imagine kissing Starfire at all.

Her feet touched down again. It smelled like exhaust smoke and mold up here, on the roof of the decrepit old theatre building. That's all that could ever exist between them; a flimsy bit of theater of the mind. If she knew what was good for her, she'd strike the set and leave well enough alone.

"Very, very good!" Starfire, in Raven's body, clapped her hands together. "Tell me, what was your joyous thought?"

"You don't wanna know," said Raven. Already the "unbridled joy" of flight had soured in her throat. She pushed a stubborn lock of auburn hair out of her face and forced herself to focus on finding an entrance.

"Oh but I do, truly!"

Several sarcastic responses came to mind, and Raven chose the most biting one: "You not talking."

"Oh."

Starfire was quiet after that.

A/N:

Me: Alright, two non-romantic kisses is enough for these two, it's time to move on to friendship, linguistics, and fluff

The discord: oh ho ho, yeah Starfire, next time ask.

The discord: They're going to end up somewhere where Star needs to learn a language again ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Me: *uncorking a bottle of angst* well, if that's really what you want…