So here I am again
I might do even an installment a day
But…
I dunno. See what works.
--START--
Starfire awoke the next day at 10:27 am. She arose from her bed refreshed and ready for the day. As she walked into her bathroom to wash up, her mind wandered to the night before. How she had met Red X for the first time in years, and the impression he'd left on her. As she absentmindedly went over the exchange in her head while she readied her toothbrush, a warming shiver ran down her spine. She started to brush, looking in the mirror, thinking still. She partly wanted to forget about him, to make things less complicated. But she couldn't. What he'd said…
See you later…
She had heard the words said before, but never the same way he said it. She remembered how it made her feel… Robin never made her feel like that…
No, I shouldn't think that way...
She tried to convince herself that Robin was the one she wanted to be with, the one she loved. She managed to believe herself, and with that and a smile, she put on her world-saving clothes and headed to the common room to get some breakfast.
Robin had already gotten up, and was sitting on the couch, contemplating how he'd achieve breakfast without having to cook it for himself, and preferably not having to move at all.
I'm hungry. I don't want a bagel or a sandwich, either. I need a big, filling beast of a meal. I need eggs. I need bacon. I need sausage and toast. And some goddamned orange juice.
"CYBORG!" he called out. No answer came.
Fuck, he's not here. Beast boy wouldn't know how to cook meat… Raven may poison it…
He contemplated his options.
"STARFIRE!"
"Yes, hello Robin." Starfire had just walked in, and was looking through the fridge for her own breakfast. Robin looked at her, admired her wonderfully shaped rear for a moment, and opened his mouth to ask, then stopped for a second, hesitant.
She'll know how to cook earth food by now, right? I've taught her at one point, I swear…
"Starfire, I'm hungry and don't want to cook." He told her, making a pouty face and looking for a sympathy meal. She looked over at him, and smiled.
"I will try my best. What are the foods you want to eat this morning?" she asked. Robin giggled inwardly, very happy with his success. He told her, in exhausting detail, looking for the perfect breakfast to start the hero day. She began, putting the eggs in the frying pan, the sausages in the microwave, and the bacon in a separate pan. Humming lightly to herself as she cooked, she decided to kill two birds with one stone and cook extra food for herself. As the eggs neared completion, she tasted them. These aren't very tasty… she thought to herself, thinking that they lacked flavor. She scanned her mind for a flavor that would go best with meat and toast. Then, she smiled, thinking of her favorite condiment in the whole of earth. Hurrying to the refrigerator, she grabbed the mustard and walked back over.
God, SO PUMPED right now for breakfast. Gonna be so good, so good, don't have to move, awesome. Robin wiggled his toes excitedly inside his boots.
Starfire, very happy with herself, got out plates and glasses and assembled the food for her and Robin. Presenting it theatrically to him, she sat down next to Robin and dug in. Robin, also very excited, ate all of his bacon, wedged his sausages in between his toast, and ate a sausage sandwich. It pleased him so. After a long draft of citrus drink, he took a bite of egg. And then made a face.
"Aw… Oh, Starfire what did you put in these eggs?" he asked, making no effort to hide his disgust. Starfire turned, mid-bite. She was saddened slightly by his reaction, but tried to explain.
"The eggs had a lack of taste, so I made them my favorite flavor!" she justified. "Mustard!" Robin looked at her, half astonished, half disappointed.
"Oh." He said, putting his fork down. "Next time, leave the mustard out of it, I'll take care of the seasoning." He pushed his plate away from him and walked out of the common room to work out. Starfire sat, watching him go. Then she turned on the TV, and finished breakfast alone.
--HOURS LATER--
Sitting a bar, miles away from titans tower, was Red X, maskless, suitless, and by and large looking like a normal man. He sat, drinking and feeling happy with himself, which was what he felt the majority of the time all his life. He schemed on how he'd play out the rest of his games, until he saw the bartender change shifts with a very cute blonde, 19, maybe 20. He grinned widely, almost chuckling, giddy at the thought that in an hour at most, he'd establish his beginning to what he knew would turn out to be a sexual conquest of Jump city. These conquests rarely played out the way he envisioned them to, and usually just ended up in giving him diseases and a bad back. But it was how he kept occupied, between heists and training.
--MEANWHILE--
Starfire was in her room, feeling solitary and reading Treasure Island. She had picked up the habit of reading earth classics when raven, in a fit of condescension and tired of Starfire's airhead way of doing things, threw a book at Starfire while they were arguing, and told her to learn how to read, amongst other hurtful things. Little did raven know that Starfire, intrigued by the cover of the book (Harry potter and the prisoner of Azkaban), had taken it to her room and started to read it. Being a naturally whimsical person, (or alien, whatever) she loved it and asked Raven for more of the same. Raven, being taken aback, but impressed, agreed, and steadily increased the sophistication of the literature as book by book was finished. It was Raven's secret way of helping the poor girl out.
So as Starfire lay in her bed, her mind wandered from the story and again to Red X. Still in fantasy zone, she started to imagine herself with him, talking, laughing, and eventually to other things. Feeling oddly distant from Robin, she didn't bother stopping herself, and set the book down, visualizing things as vividly as she could. She soon felt warmth between her legs, warmth that she, albeit being from Tamaran, knew what to do with. Her hands snaked across her body, giving her warm shivers, eventually finding their way to home base.
--END--
Wow, I'm so classy, I didn't even go into a graphic masturbation scene.
Also, CITRUS DRINK. My new favorite substitute for saying Orange juice. You probably didn't even understand that, did you? That's okay, I like it anyhow.
ONE PER DAY IS CAUSE FOR YAY!
I may even keep this up for a while, this is getting really fun to write, especially the making-things-up-as-I-go factor.
READ AND REVIEW, AND I'LL HAVE SEX W/ YOU. RLY.
Unless you're not cool with that, in that case I'll just send you good vibes with my mind powers
What the fuck am I talking about?