Just Drabbles
Chapter 8: Stressed Out? Make Out!
I have no possession of the Titans whatsoever.
I dedicate this chapter to ma sœur. Here's the response to your challenge, but you already knew that, didn't you? ;-) If you don't like this type of fanfiction, don't flame. I just decided to branch out.
Starfire stood in the living room she shared with her fiancé Nightwing. She was flipping through the mail when she heard a key slide into the lock. A smile graced her face as she awaited Nightwing's presence. The smile melted into a look of worry however when she saw his chest heaving, his face twisted into an angry frown and his sapphire eyes dark with barely suppressed rage.
Starfire quickly went up to him; removing his briefcase from his hand. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" She asked. He glared at their green rug, not wanting to think the expression was for her. He swept past her and collapsed onto their couch. "Ugh," he began. "Today was the most stressful day at Wayne Industries ever."
Worried, Starfire floated behind him and began massaging his shoulders. "I'm listening."
Nightwing groaned, "First there was this pile of paperwork sitting idly on my desk. Must've been the size of Mount Everest. Then I'm on the phone for two hours getting my ear yelled off by some Japanese dignitary and then…" He blew out a ragged breath, ran a hand through his thick locks and muttered, "Screw this."
Nightwing whipped around and hooked an arm around Starfire's neck pulling her into a passionate kiss. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, smirking wickedly inside his head when she moaned and placed her arms around his neck. Using his other arm around her back, Nightwing dragged Starfire over the back of the couch and laid her on top of him. This time he moaned as she ran her fingers through his hair, gently massaging his scalp. "Starfire..." He whispered huskily.
"Yes, my love?" She replied while panting.
Wordlessly, he rolled her onto his back and kissed her hard. While he played with her silky tresses, she relieved him of his jacket and tie. When he began to slide a finger under her belt, she pulled away. "Nightwing," Starfire began. "As much as I enjoy the lovemaking, I am not going to do it just because you are angry and wish to be de-stressed. I refuse to be used."
Nightwing nodded. "I know baby," he murmured, removing a sweaty piece of hair from her face, "trust me, I felt my anger disappear the moment you said 'I'm listening'. I love you." Smiling, Starfire pulled him into a chaste kiss.
Grinning against her lips, he pulled away from her lips and began kissing her neck; grateful for the purple scoop neck shirt she was wearing. Nightwing began to lick away the sweat from the hollow of her neck and collarbone with torturously long caresses causing her to moan and her breathing to become heavy.
When he ran his tongue across her neck, Starfire could take no more as she reattached her mouth to his. Her nimble fingers began to unbutton his shirt, his hands whipping off her shirt and now fiddling with her belt buckle.
As the couple broke away, Starfire was left with only her lacy maroon lingerie on, Nightwing in his jeans. He quickly lifted her off their couch and kissed her feverishly once again. Feeling a sweet fire course through her veins; Starfire wrapped her model tan legs around her future husband's waist before being whisked off to their bedroom.
So, better than Shock to the System? The same? Either way, review!