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Chapter 5
Nightwing growled moodily and jerked away from my hand,
"No touching the hair" He pouted, running his right hand down his hair, glaring at me.
I laughed happily, relieved that he was fine and happy to just be safe.
"Yeah, definitely different from what I thought" he muttered, standing up slowly.
"What do you mean by that?" I asked, grinning like an idiot.
"Well, you always seemed…like a regular female superstar, hell bent on fashion and wanting nothing but money, and with the snotty, snobbish and sarcastic attitude" he glanced at me then at himself in the bathroom mirror.
I was hurt by his words, and I nearly started to cry then stopped suddenly. How would he know so much about me?
"How would you know what I was like?" I asked softly, standing in front of him.
He shifted un-comfortably from foot to foot,
"Well…I just do" He muttered, not meeting my eyes.
"Yeah, well why? And how? How would you know so much about me?" I was on my guard again, and I had this really weird feeling that Nightwing wasn't just a famed super hero.
"Can we just drop this subject?" he asked irritably, looking at the door as if contemplating whether of not to make a run for it.
I stared at him with narrowed eyes,
"No we cannot drop the subject, I have questions that will be answered" I stated, stalking over to the door and standing in front of it, crossing my arms across my chest.
There was silence for a minute as Nightwing seemed to be making a decision.
"Fine, I know you kind of…alright? I watch things, I hear things, I have contacts, I know guys who say you flirt with them and then you're gone with some sarcastic remark, not even bothering to be nice" He scrutinized my face and I just stood in shock, who said that? Then it dawned on me, Richard Grayson.
"You know Richard Grayson, don't you?" I asked sharply, narrowing my eyes at him.
Nightwing shifted un-comfortably again before answering,
"No, I don't know him, I've heard of him, and I heard about what he said after the premier of your friends movie, and I also know Jack Hunting, happy" he snapped, staring at me angrily.
Ok, so maybe I did toy with Jack, a bit…a lot and then told him to get stuffed because he wanted… other things.
"Fine, truce?" I asked, holding out my right hand.
Nightwing smiled,
"Truce" and shook it in his own.
"Well we may have a slight problem" muttered Nightwing as we exited the bathroom.
After our little truce, I had agreed to let him out, and now…he was telling me we have another problem.
"What now?" I sighed, utterly exhausted.
"Well, there's one bedroom, with one king bed" he said quietly, his gaze fixed on the wall.
I groaned, brilliant.
"Fine I'll sleep on the couch" I said, moving towards it.
"Uh…no. I'll sleep on the couch; you will sleep in the bed" He stated, sitting down on the couch in protest.
I growled,
"No, I shall sleep on the couch; you shall sleep in the bedroom!"
He shook his head defiantly,
"No way, you're the guest" he stated, masked eyes narrowing as if asking me to disagree. I did.
"No, you live here; I will be sleeping on that couch!" I near shrieked, fed up by his childish behaviour.
"Nice try but I don't technically live here, it just an emergency place" He grinned smugly, apparently getting a rise from my furious temper.
I was tried, wearing nothing but track pants and I blue robe, I was grumpy and pissed off by his immature behaviour towards such things, and genuinely about to scream.
"For X'hal's sake I will be sleeping on that couch Nightwing if it's the last thing I do!" I cried out, grabbing his arm and pulling him from the couch.
He held tight and I swore mentally at his smug little grin. Calling on some…reserve strength, I heaved heavily, and he came form the couch, falling straight onto me.
I cried out as we both flew to the ground, Nightwing desperately trying to grab something, while I flailed around like a fish out of water. Then we hit the carpeted ground, hard and in a very…awkward position.
As much as I hated to admit it…I was comfortable, with Nightwing in this…position. I was lying on the ground on my back, the robe, now slightly open with Nightwing on top of me, his legs straddling my lower wait, his arms pinning mine to the ground. His whole body weight upon me…he wasn't that heavy.
It was how close our faces were that un-nerved me. I could feel his warm breath tickle my face, and I was sure he could feel mine, if I had been breathing at all. No, stupid me, I was holding my breath and for some idiotic reason doing so in fear of my breath smelling.
Nightwing looked into my eyes, and for a second I thought I saw a hint of color beneath the opaque white…but if it was it was gone, and so was he, jumping up from me and offering his hand.
We both stood up, while I tightened the strap around my robe and at the same time we said,
"I'll sleep in the bedroom"
We both groaned in frustration.
"Fine, you sleep in the bed, I'll take the couch, deal?" asked Nightwing glancing at me warily.
I was too tired to argue,
"Fine"
So here I was, in Nightwing's bedroom…and it was very Nightwing-ish. It was entirely black and blue, dark blue carpet, black curtains over the window, walls painted a dark sky blue, bed cover covered with black's sheets and blue pillows and a study in one corner, with a black laptop connected to a black printer.
But I was too tired to actually wonder what lay behind the closet doors and in the study desk drawers, all I wanted to do was crawl into that bed and sleep for years.
And that is just what I did; I muttered a sleepy 'Night' to Nightwing and then crawled under the blankets, inhaling a quick whiff of whatever Nightwing wore.
I woke up suddenly as something sounded in the room. I opened my yes sleepily, and nearly ducked back under the covers as thunder and lightening boomed and flashed outside; I have never like thunder storms.
I sat up in bed, glancing around the dark room. I could have sworn I'd heard something, a bump followed by footsteps. I waited a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dark night light, and when they did I still saw nothing. Feeling as though I was becoming paranoid, a laid back down, pulling the covers around my neck and chin. I know I must have sounded really idiotic, being afraid of storms at my age but… I put the thought aside and closed my eyes, trying to get back to sleep.
THUMP
My eyes snapped open. I wasn't alone in the room. I didn't sit up, I just kept my ears strained for another sound, and I found one; faint but steady breathing coming from…where? I didn't know where, it sounded like it was coming form everywhere, mingling with the sounds of the storm and the night air.
I strained my eyes, trying to hear past the roaring thunder and hailing rain. There. It moved. I narrowed my eyes, focusing on the moving shadow. And that was exactly what it seemed, a Shadow, flitting in and out of the corners of the room.
Then he was there, in front of me, a looming figure clothes in black, but he wasn't wearing clothes. It was like a pure black body suit clinging to his powerfully built body like a second skin. He had glowing red eyes, and I screamed, for the only person I could think of,
"NIGHTWING!"
I must have screamed so loud because the shadowy figure screeched with rage and pulled back, covering its head with its hands.
I took this as my chance and leapt from the bed, but fell back as the figure recovered and grabbed my neck with one hand, pulling me towards him.
I struggled and struggled against him, but my efforts were useless, even my reserved strength seemed useless. It forced me to look into its horrible eyes, blood red and glowing evilly,
"Don't fight me Koriand'r, I know who you are, I know what you are and you cannot escape me" it hissed, its mouth a cavernous hole with not tongue, and its nose nearly flat against its face. Its voice was like death, raspy and cold, and its breath was foul.
I started crying, and tried to scream out but the figure just tightened its iron grip on my throat. My hands scratched its skin but I pulled back in disgust. Its skin was cold and clammy but firm, like…like something not form this world.
"Now Koriand'r it is time for you to die" it exclaimed, a look of smugness in its distorted features.
It tightened its hold on my neck and I was going dizzy as it lifted me from the floor.
"LET HER GO!" a voice roared, and then the creature dropped me, howling pain and anger as something burned against its leg.
I looked behind me and Nightwing stood there, in his uniform holding out burn discs. I rushed to him, and he pulled me behind him. He advanced forward throwing the discs at the creature's body. It shrieked shrilly and I covered my ears, the pain in them excruciating. Nightwing did the same his face distorted into one of pain.
Then the creature stopped, its body bubbling where Nightwing's discs had hit it, and then it gave me one last cold stare and then vanished, just like that.
Nightwing turned to look at me and I rushed forward, enveloping him in a giant hug, breaking down on his shoulder. I cried into his neck while he held me soothingly, telling me everything was fine.
"No, everything is not fine!" I muttered in between sobs, clutching Nightwing like a lifeline.
He led me to the bed and sat down, while I sat next to him, my arms around his neck in a near vice like grip. I felt his arms wrap around my waist and I immediately calmed, I have no idea why, but being in his arms made me feel safe, secure.
I pulled away slightly and he brushed a lock of hair from my sweating face.
"Kori I swear I wont let anything harm you" he whispered, looking into my eyes.
I nodded and whispered in his ear,
"Stay with me" there was silence then,
"I will, always"
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Sorry if its short guys, but I thought it was pretty good, and next chapter….
""Thank you for everything Nightwing" I murmured, bringing my head from his chest to face him. My face was a hair widths away from his, and his lips looked so soft, and…I don't know what possessed me to do it, but I kissed him, softly, and then pulled away."
Yeah that's a quick bit of whats going to happen so get ready for some Nightwing/Kori fluff, not much, a bit. But don't worry this story wasn't rated T for a reason, upcoming chapter will have…very, very, very fluffy scenes, maybe not so much fluff but…
Later days,
Ell