Nobody could say he didn't have been trying. Well, they could but it wouldn't be true.

Even though Bruce had made sure Dick knew how to attract the female attention, nobody told him what to do when it didn't work as planned. Or how to stanch the wound.

Hell, Bruce made sure he could seduce anyone that could be seduced. "It is a very useful skill to have in your utility belt, Chum" he said then. But it didn't mean Dick didn't pray for the sweet release of death back then when he was being forced to have seduction lessons under Alfred's or worse, Selina's tutelage.

He should have payed more attention to when they broke up, not that he'd have learnt something useful. They always got back together. He and Kory on other hand…

Well, been taught how to seduce someone for ulterior motives didn't mean he knew what to do when his goal was not mission oriented. Usually in a mission, after the seduction part was over, even if he had to date the person for more than one night, he had a script and a clear goal. But what if there was no mission? What if he had hopes instead of goals? What to do without no script to follow? No set of rules to guide him?

And he was especially bad when he genuinely cared, never being able to judge if he was trying too hard or too little, usually finding himself overcome with anxiety which resulted into pushing the object of his affections away in the long run. That happened to Dawn, to Babs, hell, despite being a completely different kind of relationship it almost happened with Rachel and Gar too. Thank goodness his children were way more forgiving.

Since Dawn was gone for good and he and Babs had broke up again after deluding themselves for a whole five minutes that their childhood trauma bonded romance could have a last hurrah. He was back to reality. The depressing reality that he, to his absolute despair, cared for Kory, so much, too much, more than he had thought that he ever could for anyone.

Despite all his overthinking tendencies, all his overplanning, all his precautions, he really didn't see that coming. Of course, he was aware he was attracted to her from day one, it was nothing alarming back then, at least in the beginning. It hurt when she told him she needed to find out who she was before it got too serious, but he understood, and it was fine. They had time. And time they had, after their reunion, raising a household together, his physical attraction to her remained, and new set of feelings started breeding from their partnership. Something way more aggravating than the constant desire to fuck her brains off every time she entered the room, something deeper.

It took a while, because he was known for being stubborn as fuck, but he knew that a good detective can't cherry pick evidences, and eventually, he admitted to himself that he wanted to be with her forever. Which not only was a scary thought by itself, considering how much time he spent running from everything serious and true, but it made his insides twist in fear.

Because nothing that good could last. When the love of you life quite literally fell from heaven, heaven can take her back whenever. And the thought of losing her at any moment pushed his anxieties to the roof. Her behaviour haven't been exactly helping. Despite of not having anything substantial of proof, Dick could feel something was wrong with her, something that she wouldn't talk about no matter how many times he tried to approach her.

Maybe it was his fault, maybe he put himself in a position in which she felt responsible for his wellbeing but not trustworthy to be relied upon after the mess he had made with Slade and with Jason.

Besides, what claim did he have to demand any clarification from her? They weren't together.

But it still hurt. That feeling of uselessness, of having nothing to offer when she gave so much just being by his side.

They lived in the same house and were currently raising super powered teenagers together, everybody outside their tight circle assumed they were a couple, married even, hell, her sister thought they were together. And Kory hardly flinched when they dined out and the waiter called her "Mrs Grayson", she joked about it, that also hurt, because it wasn't true. Yes they used to have sex, and yes he was trying to make his grimaces of pain to look like smiles on regular basis to hide how much he wanted her, but they are not together.

But it wasn't by Dick's choice.

It was Kory's.

And the rejection hurt, especially when he didn't expect it.

From all his many faults, Dick wasn't that kind of guy, it wasn't as if he didn't think that her rejection was impossible or insulting due to some high opinion of himself. But it just didn't make sense. He wasn't deluding himself, although he sometimes had no choice but doubt, wanting to believe and respect her choice, but when it had such dissonance with her actions…

Because, as much as he sometimes wanted to take the easy way out that his internal self-hatred provided – that he was crazy, pathetic and there was no way in heaven or hell such woman would have feelings for him – Dick had also been trained in reading body language and micro expressions.

Everything about how Kory interacted with him felt like an invitation. Unless he had been suffering from a very serious case of psychosis (again), he couldn't have been imagining the longing in her gaze. Sometimes, even when he thought she wasn't in the room, he could feel her eyes in him. And it wasn't just the hot looks he was used to get from people that only thought he was attractive – even though Kory would give him plenty of those too, his skin had been reaping the benefits of all his ice cold showers. But, sometimes, especially when he was giving attention to their children, or just doing something mundane like reading or meditating, he could feel her watching. A gentle smile on her face, eyes like pools of warmth and endearment. Nobody ever looked at him like that, with such unadulterated fondness.

Or the way she found excuses to touch him. He always loved the feeling of falling, doing unnecessary stunts so he could only feel that special kind of rush. With Kory around to catch him whenever he needed, he had been doing that even more often so he could feel her strong arms around him, and she never denied him.

When they fought enemies, or trained, she always found a way to make skin contact, throwing him at their mark to give him an extra boost, instead of shouting for him to clear away from danger, she'd physically pull him away in very unnecessary and unfortunately fast hugs.

She'd lean on his shoulder for no reason at all, even after her powers returned and she told everyone she was not feeling tired all the time anymore. In the mornings, while they washed the dishes together – since Gar banned them both from cooking – she'd bump him with her hip to make him move out of her way, and her hands always lingered when handing him an utensil.

Kory was always pressing away invisible wrinkles on his clothing, and picking things from his hair, so much he could hear muffled giggles from the children every time she did that.

And how could he have been imagining the way her face lit every time he entered the room, or when someone mentioned his name? He couldn't have made anything like that up. Didn't have the self-esteem necessary, or the self-hatred necessary to imagine such torture.

Dick did wonder, though, if living with a woman that looked like what poets sang about, that had the personality correspondent of the most golden of summer's day, and flirted with him mercilessly, but yet dismissed every attempt he made to turn their relationship into something romantic was just karma. In the past, he had abused his own good looks and knowledge. Hearts had been broken because of his folly, and now the universe was punishing him or something.

Yeah, right, as if the universe cared that much.

But then, when his bitterness and confusion were not settled at all, and he was getting ready for another night of delicious horrible dreams about the woman that did not want him, something weird happened.

Kory Anders, knocking on his door, with a bottle of tequila, just a few days after he finally asked her out and she destroyed his heart and made a mess of his head by saying no. Not only no, she said she didn't like him like that. That she loved him as a friend, and didn't want to make things more complicated.

What a bunch of garbage.

For a fraction of second he wondered what she'd do if he closed the door on her face. But he'd never be able to do that, so, wordlessly, he gave away the space she needed to enter his room.

"Can I help you?" he said when she just stood there, looking everywhere but him, as if his room were a great novelty.

Kory bit her lip and he wanted to die. He didn't want to believe she did those things out of malice, but sometimes one cannot help but being angry over such carelessness.

"Kory?" he asked in that bitchy impatient way of his.

"I lied," she finally said in a puff of breath.

"What you mean?" His heart was racing, it couldn't be. Was he asleep? Most of his dreams began with some sort of flashback of their first night. Terrible, terrible dreams that always ended too soon.

She looked away, searching for something, his heart shrank when swayed her body aside, thinking she was about to leave, but Kory placed the bottle and the cups on his dresser and turned back to him, the look she gave him making his throat feel raw. In two powerful strides she was all over him, firm elegant palms cradling his head as she tilted his face to the angle she wanted for their kiss. It was like if time went back.

He pulled her closer carefully, afraid she'd disappear in the smoke of his lust filled memory if he went too hard or too fast, but even when she remained solid, warm under his touch, her teeth pulling his bottom lip mercilessly, then spreading licks and soothing kisses, her perfume making him dizzy, he let her lead. It was easier, which considering his tendency for always taking the most tortuous path, added a layer of pleasure in a luxury hardly ever taken.

Kory's hands slid from Dick's head, massaging his temples and cheekbones, spreading little butterfly pecks around his face to let him breath between her hungry kisses. Then, her hands kept going down, kneading his broad shoulders, easing away any tension he might still have, he shivered as her long nails scratched his chest downwards until her fingers reached his trousers, popping the button of his fly.

"Kory, wait," he managed to say, using all his willpower to hold her hand from going further.

"Hmm," she made, her mouth was now sucking his earlobe, Jesus fucking Christ, that woman.

"Wha-" She somehow managed to step further into his personal space, her thigh rubbed against his crotch and Dick had to suck a breath in. "What do you mean?" he asked again voice trembling, not sure of how he was able to keep coherent.

His heart sunk when she sighed and pulled her hand from his, he was an idiot, she clearly didn't come to chat and he was ruining everything. But to his surprise, she didn't escape from their embrace, just pulled her face from the curve of his neck, her now freed hand grabbing his chin to make him look at her. God, she was so gorgeous, and the demanding way she handled his body made his skin sizzle.

"I meant," she started, her thumb on his lower lip, "that, what I said the other time, I… I lied. I don't see you as a friend. Well," she smiled, that gorgeous smile of her, equal parts angelical and full of promises of exciting dirty things. "I do. But not just a friend-"

As much as her rambling added so much to her charm, since it was so rare to see Kory uncertain of her words, he had been holding all those feelings, for so long torturing himself with the reality in which she told him that she didn't feel like that for him back, and now, out of the nowhere... He just couldn't let it all go and enjoy. That was not him. It had to be a catch, something wrong. And if he was right about that, maybe he was right about the other stuff too. About how he had been carrying his fear of losing her at any second.

So, he had to ask again. Any bitter truth is better than a sweet lie.

"Why?"

"Why?" she chuckled and then kissed his jaw lovingly, ready to go back to where they were.

"Kor… Why did you lie?" He coached, his voice low, he was barely managing to keep it together, but he needed to know.

"Oh…" her eyes lowered, and she trembled, that helped him to emerge his attention from the pool of desire he was drowning.

"Kory, there's something happening, isn't it?" She closed her eyes, a guilty expression taking hold of her beautiful face, Dick held her firmer, he was starting to panic. That was his confirmation; her presence in his life had always been so good to be true. He always knew that. All this time he had been blaming his paranoia on the chip on his shoulder and his broken heart, but he had been correct. He this was a goodbye.

"Kory, please," he kissed her cheek, and pulled her for a full hug, desperate for her to prove him wrong once more. To laugh at his fatalistic ways and tell him to relax. "Talk to me."

"I'm going back to my planet," she said the phrase he feared the most, each word drilled into his heart, he didn't answer anything, just held her firmer, as if he could keep her forever like that "I can't stay here."

He sucked air in, and pulled apart just enough to see her beautiful face. Shiny tears stained her cheeks.

"But you and you sister agreed-"

Komand'r had left a month ago taking with her official proof that Kory was giving up her royal right to her sister and announcing that Earth was her new home.

"She sent me word from Tamaran. They still won't accept her. I have to go, wear the crown, do my duty."

"But-"

She was caressing his face again, the pads of her fingers softly following the lines on the surface of his skin, as if she was trying to learn every little part of him by heart…

"I've known for a while that would happen," her voice broke, she pressed her face on his chest, grabbing the fabric of his shirt with both hands. "That's why I lied to you" still horrified and confused, he caressed her hair, breathing in her scent, trying to make sure it was memorized, that no matter where she'd go, she'd still remain somehow within him.

"I didn't want to make this harder than it has to be…." She continued, wiping her tears away. "But I decided that my last selfish act would be you. I've wanted you for so long."

He couldn't resist the way she said that last phrase and smashed his lips against hers again, pulling her impossibly close. Kory made a needy surprised noise that alone was enough to make him hard again, and when he pressed her against his dresser he made sure she'd know.

She pushed his chest away, and turned around, Dick understood the message, pulling her hair to the side and spreading open mouth kisses down her neck. She caught his eyes through the mirror, and although her smile reflected pure bliss, the new tears persisted to fall.

That wouldn't do. He didn't want their last night to be so full of sorrow.

"You have no idea," but she continued, as his hands slid down her back, purposely ignoring the zipper of her dress. "When you went back together with Barbara" he answered the bitterness in her voice with a bite, she grabbed of his hands and pressed it against her breast. "I tried to convince me that it was alright," his free hand reached her hips, marvelling at their perfect roundness, he strummed the silky fabric of her dress, pulling the seam up until his hand lied flat of the skin of her bare thigh.

"I thought…" it was becoming hard for her to keep talking and although he felt a wave of pride for rendering her speechless, his inquisitive mind still wanted to understand, and he wanted her to find relief by dumping all the weight she had been carrying alone all this time "that it was how things s-should be. Oh Dick-" his fingers found the lacy edge of her underwear and Kory chocked. When he pulled his hand back to her inner thigh she let out a suffering sigh and continued with her explanation. "Even if I hurt. I thought… I thought things would be alright if you were happy."

He had no idea that she was hurting that much too. He held her closer, resting his forehead against her neck.

"I thought if there was someone else to look after you," instead of firm and needy, the grip on his hand on her breast became tender, "and help you with our kids... But then Rachel and Gar begged me to stay and you helped me to delude myself that there was a possibility…"

"Me?" One thing was she saying that she had feelings for him, another was she offering sex as a parting gift, and another completely different was she saying that what made her believe she could stay was him. Because that gave him hope, and hope is a very dangerous thing.

She looked shy for a woman who was just seconds before rubbing against his hard-on when she turned in his embrace again.

"You just had broken up with Barbara, and I couldn't deny you anything because I was…" she swallowed, his heart was beating so hard he could almost hear it. Kory said a string of fast tamaranean words.

"Kory?"

"I can't say it. Please don't make me. This is bad enough, if I say it… I am… I… I fooled myself. This, us, it was too good to be true. Our little family, never in my life, I thought I'd ever get something like this. I never thought I even wanted it. But, after everything, when we came home, I knew you still had feelings for me… And X'hal…" she trailed off and looked away for a moment, but then raised her chin defiantly, a fierce expression in her face, green eyes shining with something akin to fury. "I wanted to accept them. I wanted to say fuck my duty, our family is better than that. I'd much better to be obligated to the you and Rach and Gar. Fuck the all our differences, I'd take the little I had with you over eternity with people that would kill children and their own daughter for power. I love my family and Tamaran. But that's not enough anymore. I was afraid this would happen, but I didn't want to believe it would be this soon, and now… Now…"

"Now what?"

She held his face between her hands again.

"Now this is all I can offer you. This night."

"We'll find a way," he begged, picking one of her hands and kissing her palm.

Dick had never seen her smile turn up so sad.

"Please don't this. I don't want to pretend. I'm so tired of lying to you and I'll have to pretend to the rest of my life. This might be the last night I will ever have to be myself, to be with you. I need this to be real."

What else could he do? She wanted real. He'd give her real.

Dick pulled her up as his lips claimed hers again, her powerful legs crossed around his hips. He held her up like that for a while, just enjoying the feel of her body pressed flush against his. His hands giving her support by moulding her round butt with his palms. Kory took one of the hands off his hair, bending her arm backwards so she could rub him through his trousers. Dick let out a moan and she used the opportunity to make a wet path of kisses across his cheekbones, until she reached his ear. She whispered something in her native language and licked his earlobe.

Dick he walked backwards until his chins hit the bed and he fell sitting with Kory on his lap. She stopped her ministrations to pull her hair from her face and look down at him.

"Hey," she said, her eyelashes were still wet, but her tears had stopped falling, she looked so… No wonder she belonged to the heavens, no being on planet Earth could be so perfect.

"Hello," he answered.

Kory leaned her forehead against his, and Dick's hands slid upwards through her back, searching for the metallic pull tab of the zipper, but his hands kept getting trapped by her voluminous curly hair.

"Kory, some help, please?"

She let out that hearty laugh of hers, deeply amused by his lack of skill, and pulled her hair up, the smile never leaving her lips.

"You are so gorgeous," he vowed against her lips as he reached for the fastening of her dress again, this time having success in his endeavour.

"You are very pretty yourself, Mr Grayson," she teased between kisses, with the back of her dress open, he started, kissing her shoulders as he pulled the straps of her dress down.

"I should have known that day, when I first saw you in that arcade, that you couldn't be from this world."

She laughed again and recoiled when he hit a ticklish path on her neck.

"You were so mad at me," she giggled.

He forced his lips away from her skin so he could look at her.

"You stole my car!"

Kory pulled his locks away from his eyes with the tip of her fingers.

"I was very rude to you," her fingers lowered from this forehead to the valley of his eyebrows to the tip of his nose.

"I fell in love right there," he said, very serious, maybe just realising it.

"Don't be silly."

"I mean it."

And she believed him. Kory kissed him again, rocking in his lap. Then she pushed him, making Dick fall on the bed, Kory looming over his body like a big cat.

"Oh, all the things I want to do to with you Dick Grayson…" she said in a husky tone.

"Please," he whispered.

"Please what?"

"Whatever you want."

She giggled and leaned towards his face, Dick moved to meet her in the middle, but in the last moment, Kory kissed his throat instead, making him let out an disappointed whine. She smiled against his skin, going downwards, making him sigh. Dick caressed her soft hair, sliding his hands through the newfound naked skin of her back, smirking when he felt her shiver. As nice as it was to go so slow, he just couldn't turn off the part of his brain that knew the only reason why they were trying to stretch that night as long as possible, was because they wouldn't have another.

He found his hands under her dress again, and pulled the shimmering fabric all the way up this time. Kory stopped her work on the buttons of his shirt to raise her hands up to help him. The golden tones of her dark skin glowed under the penumbra of his room, like she was her own source of light, and maybe she was. There was so much he didn't know about her. So much that he'd never be able to find out now.

Dick pressed his hand against her belly, and looked up to her through his lashes, she was smiling again, observing his reaction. When he noticed that, he gave her a puzzled look and Kory shook her head.

"Come up here."

He obeyed, catching her lips again, Kory rocked against him, and this time Dick rocked back against her, seeking that so desired friction. His hand slid between then, finding her core.

Oh Lord, he broke the kiss, breathing hard.

"Fuck, Kory, you have a pool here."

"Yeah?" She said, trying to rub against his hand. "What you're gonna do about it?"

Dick pressed his fingers against the fabric of her underwear, god she felt so hot, his fingers slid easily over the drenched lace, testing up and down, side to side and round motions to see what she liked best. He decided he found the one when Kory moaned loudly, and her hips started moving, assisting his own movements, her arms wrapped around his neck for dear life. When he felt she was getting, close, he, pulled the fabric aside and inserted two fingers, his thumb continuing to rub her clit and Kory screamed, her nails breaking the skin of his neck. Her other hand grabbing her own breast as Dick continued his onslaught, refusing to kiss her only so he would lose each blissful expression his ministrations created on her face.

He chuckled when her orgasm hit and she seemed to lose control of her movements to a fit of spasms. Dick kissed her temple as she calmed herself.

"Kor?"

"I'm fine."

"Better than fine I hope."

She let out a hoarse laugh.

"I can be better."

"I hope for that too, we've barely started."

She took a deep breath and raised her head from the curve of his neck.

"My turn!" She looked down at him. "How come you are still fully dressed?"

"I have a greedy princess for lover, you see."

She rolled her eyes and made a quick work of his shirt that was already half-opened.

"Hmmm we have a problem."

"What?"

"I can't take off your pants and stay on your lap at the same time."

"You'll have to climb off first," he suggested in a breathy voice.

She just gave him a look as if he said some absurd nonsense.

And then Kory's eyebrows raised, her expression clearing as she quite clearly had an idea, Dick licked his lips and waited as one of her hands snaked down and ripped the fabric of her own thong. He was breathing incredibly heavy already for someone who did cardio sessions twice a day when her other hand grabbed his neck. His Adam's apple bobbing against her palm. Looking straight into his eyes, Kory reached into his trousers and pulled his penis off its enclosure. She gave him a couple feeling pumps and Dick closed his eyes hard.

"Look at me," she demanded.

Dick drew a shaky breath before blinking his eyes open, obeying. She smiled so, so sweetly before pushing her wet folds against his cock, stimulating both of them without penetration.

"Don't!" she warned in a tight voice when threatened closing his eyes again.

Dick grabbed the sheets of his bed trying to hold himself together for her while Kory mercilessly rubbed her juicy sex against him, until was too much and he pushed her aggressively against the bed making Kory cry out in surprise and frustration. He didn't let her down, thought, kneeling on the carpet and worshiping her dark smooth thighs. God, he haven't even noticed before, but she was wearing those translucent knee high nylons. He had spent so much freaking time fantasising about that particular garment when she first appeared wearing them. How he had survived so long without having a hornyness-induced stroke living with Kory was beyond him.

He licked clean the juices dripping from her vulva first, holding his laughter as she let out a string of words he new were curses until he finally decided to take her off her misery giving the attention she so craved to her pussy. Dick fucked her with his tongue, using his thumb to keep flicking her clit at the same time.

He rose his head alarmed when she reached her climax again and he heard a loud crash. His lamp, once on his nightstand, was on the floor across the room, on fire.

Kory started to move to fix it, guilt mixed with tendrils of the pleasure of the mind numbing orgasm she had, but Dick just raised a hand to her. In no time he had put out the fire with a towel from his en suite.

Then he sat beside of her on the bed, and they exchanged a look before laughing together.

"That was pretty dangerous," he stated after the worst of laughing subdued.

"Shut up and take off your pants already, Grayson."

He did, well aware of her eyes on him as he worked. His feet were already bare he was about to take his night shower and get ready to sleep when she appeared at his door. Dick noticed she moving towards her own boots, but he stopped her.

"Let me."

"Really? Last time you couldn't take them off."

"Nah, I just wanted to see you come while they were still on."

"Kinky."

He grinned and pulled the zipper of the first boot down, unwrapping her leg as if it was a rare fragile antique instead of the powerful murder weapon it could be. Not that he would mind dying between her legs. He actually couldn't think of a better death.

Dick climbed back on the bed, lying beside Kory, she lazily turned her body towards his.

"Ready to go again?" he asked, one hand under his chin and the other playing with her beautiful curls. When they met they were to bright, he kind of missed it, lately it had been getting redder, he wanted to know what colour they would turn next, but he never would.

"What is it?" she asked, noticing the shadow on his face?

He could tell her and make her sad, he could lie, but she'd know and she asked him to be true. So, he dove for another kiss, covering her body with his and pulling her legs apart to fit better between them.

Her hands travelled across his back as they kissed, her still encased in the high socks feet slid from his calf to his butt pressing against it. When he was getting used of the feeling of her all putty and languid under him, Kory seemed to get over her afterglow stupor and pushed him.

"Up!"

He looked down.

"Has been for a while now."

She snorted. She loved how free he felt to be silly when there was only the two of them. Kory wished he was more carefree like that regularly, but also felt a bubble of pride for how comfortable she made him feel.

"Dork. Come on, you're not going to regret it."

She let him give her another lazy kiss before he pulled off her, standing up, waiting with his hands on his waist. Kory pushed her body up with her forearms and sat down. She gave him an enigmatic smile before falling forward in fours. He was already moaning before her lips even touched him. Kory used one of her hands to hold her upper body horizontally and with the other she grabbed Dick's hips and pulled him towards her in a powerful motion. She kissed his navel and licked downwards. He held his breath when the nails of the hand holding his hips scratched their way toward his balls, cradling them before she grabbed the base of his impossibly hard penis and sucked the tip.

"Fuuuuuck," he moaned as she started swirling her tongue down, spreading kisses through the entire length. "Kory, oh my god-" he chocked as her hand slid down, stimulating his balls again as she sucked restlessly, until the tip of her fingers rimmed him and pleasure was blinding, his ears were actually buzzing.

"Kor, Kor Kor, stop," he begged unable to physically pull away. "Jesus, please, stop or I-"

Luckily, she did, he took a few breaths before opening his eyes again, afraid that even looking at her would make him come too soon. He tried to think about Krypto's disgusting food to calm himself until he was allowed to contemplate actual sex goddess Koriand'r again. Dick could hear her giggling, that siren. But he'd show her.

When he decided it was safe enough, Dick opened his eyes to find Kory kneeing on the edge of the bed, looking at him with so much love – because as much as he understood her unwillingness to say it, he knew, oh he knew – his eyes stung.

"Come here," he said opening his arms, and she hugged his neck, kissing him as Dick finally unfastened her bra. Hey threw the garment over his shoulder after freeing her, and leaned down to give attention to her breast. Just like everything about her, they were perfect, and he was more than happy to suck one of her black nipples as she caressed his hair lovingly. He gave equal treatment to the other one, but as he could feel her becoming restless, Dick pulled Kory up again. She snaked her hand between them, positioning his cock, and with one swift motion, let her weight descend over him. Dick let her ride him like that, standing up. She cried out, her hips moving against his frenetically, her arms and legs locked against his waist and neck for dear life, he tried to give her support by holding her butt cheeks, but she didn't seem to need it, it was almost if she was flying.

She came again, almost bringing him with her, but thankfully without setting anything on fire. Dick took advantage of her high to pull her up, rising her to his shoulder and licking her again, overstimulating her until Kory lost all remaining control.

Dick lied her on the bed again, kissing her neck softly as she returned, his hands sliding up and down her thigs. Kory sighed.

"I don't think I can come again," she said, one of her thumbs was caressing the new bullet wound scar on his shoulder, the one Babs gave him. Kory was so mad. He wanted to kiss her so hard that day. If only Gar wasn't there too…

"I'll try my best," he picked the hand on his scar and kissed it.

"Aren't you so hardworking?"

He chuckled and entered her again, this time going slowly. The sun was rising through the horizon, reminding them that even that night had to end too. She held his face, smiling, but the tears were falling again. He kissed her cheeks, cleaning them with his love. And then, when the morning sun hit her hair, creating an purple aura around her hair, he came.

She was still under him when he opened his eyes again, she didn't seem no more willing to let him go than he felt of leaving her body.

"I'm fighting for you," he said, very serious.

Kory sighed, and turned her face away.

"You can't."

"Kory-"

"Please, don't talk, I want to enjoy this just a little longer."

Dick climbed off her, but pulled Kory's body for a hug, she lied her head over his heart, fitting, for even universes apart, she was its rightful owner and always would be.

Where is my clown make up? This thing ended being 6k anyway lmao. But I wanted to take part in the trend of extra-long DickKory sex scenes. It's a very nice trend, you see.

Well, I hope you all liked it. I plan to make a sequel, but Fortuna knows when it will come out. I do have a lot of WIPs that need attention.

And now I'll watch today's episode, I told myself I wasn't allowed to watch it until this was over.

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