A/N:
Hello! Posting before midnight again, this is a nice change being fully awake and alert and all.
Don't think I have much to say here or afterwards, so yeah, enjoy!
Disclaimer: Don't own Teen Titans or any Batman stuff.
"Thanks for coming with me to this, Star. I appreciate it."
Dick Grayson sat on the corner of the hotel bed, bent over and lacing up his dress shoes. He could hear shuffling noises from the bathroom to his left, and then the sound of a cosmetic product being capped.
"I am happy to, Robi- I mean, Richard."
His lips quirked upwards and he finished with his shoes, sitting up straight and reaching for his tie. "You sure you're going to call me the right name down there?" he teased, popping the collar of his dress shirt and looping the silky burgundy material around his neck.
Starfire poked her head out of the bathroom, and for the third time that evening Dick was momentarily thrown off by her altered appearance, courtesy of Cyborg's hologram ring. Her jade eyes, now with whites like the average person's, met his unmasked blue ones in a mock-glare.
"Do not worry, I will be the perfect date, Richard," she said, stern look breaking as she smiled halfway through her sentence. He returned the smile and she disappeared back into the bathroom.
"Are you confident you will refer to me with the proper name, as well?" she called.
"Of course, Kory," he replied as moved over the mirror by the hotel room door and began tying his tie, smirking upon hearing her giggle behind him.
He heard the bathroom door thunk quietly against the wall bumper and briefly saw Starfire flash in and out of view behind him, crossing the lush carpet to peek out of the curtains blocking the setting sun from entering the room.
"It was very generous of your father to rent this room for me," she remarked, admiring the view of the Gotham Harbor the large glass windows offered, a few yachts drifting around slowly as parties began aboard them. Turning his head slightly, he could see her soaking in the last rays of sun, a serene expression on her face.
"Yeah, he thought it would be best to make it seem like Kory wasn't staying with us," he replied, returning his attention to his tie.
He was glad Bruce had been amenable to his request that Starfire be allowed stay at the Manor while she was in Gotham to pose as Dick's date, though this arrangement involved her having to sneak out of her room after pretending to go to bed, fly to the Manor undetected, and return the next morning without anyone seeing her reenter through her twentieth-floor window. It was a bit convoluted and difficult, but that way they wouldn't be far apart at night (in case urgent Titan business came up, obviously).
He felt like Bruce's surprising agreeability partially had to do with the fact that he really needed Dick Grayson to make an appearance at this charity event, which, being Valentine's Day-themed as it was February, also required a date (something Starfire had been all-too-happy to agree to when Robin had asked).
"Plus, since the ballroom's right downstairs, we don't have to worry about traffic or anything," he added as he turned his collar back down over the finished tie hanging loosely around his neck, waiting to be tightened.
Starfire appeared in the mirror behind him, resting her hands on his shoulder blades and leaning her head on his left shoulder, smiling softly at his reflection in the mirror. "You look very nice," she told him, and he smiled and turned around to look at her.
"You look great, too," he told her sincerely, taking in the strapless ivory gown that complimented her ruby hair, currently pinned to the back of her head in an elegant curly up-do. Though he'd recently gone through a growth spurt that put them at the same height when both were shoeless, the light purple heels she was currently wearing gave her back an inch on him.
Her smile grew brighter and she ducked her head. "I thank you." She lifted her eyes after a moment, pausing them on his tie. "Your tie is askew," she noted, lifting her hands to fix it.
He glanced downwards as well. "Wha- oh, thanks."
The couple stood in silence as Starfire fiddled with the material around Dick's neck, centering it on his collar and then tightening it the rest of the way to his neck, careful not to choke him accidentally. She smoothed her hand down the length of the fabric, hesitated, and then grabbed it and looked up into his eyes, a twinkle in her own as she pulled him closer.
Dick barely had time to register the mischievous grin on her face before her mouth was on his, playful and eager. He wasted no time responding, feeling her smile into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around her.
After a few seconds, the tone changed as the pace abruptly slowed from frisky to languid. She pressed her body to his and he felt heat spread through him. His hands shifted, one splaying against her bare shoulder and the other against her lower back, and she slid her own up his chest and around his neck.
The seconds ticked on and the kiss deepened. She ran a hand through his hair, breaking the kiss a few moments later and turning her head to look at something to her left as Dick began pressing his lips against her neck, not missing a beat.
"Richard…" Starfire began, trying to get his attention.
He gave a hum of acknowledgement, more interested in making his way down to her shoulder. He felt her hand on his cheek and she gently directed his face back up to hers.
"I believe it is time to leave," she informed him, smiling and nodding towards the clock hanging on the wall to his right. She took in his ruffled hair and flushed cheeks and grinned, unable to suppress a giggle.
He glanced at the clock and saw that she was right. But his heart was still racing and she looked so adorable when she laughed and the thought of going downstairs and spending hours pretending to smile and listen to old people talk now seemed even more arduous than before.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," he acknowledged reluctantly, shoulders slumping as his hands fell from her back.
Starfire watched him, expression thoughtful. She reached out a hand and cupped his jaw; he looked up from where he'd been pouting at the floor moldings across the room and was met by her lips.
The kiss was gentle and lasted only a few seconds this time, Starfire pulling away as it began to heat up again.
"I believe the expression is, 'to hold you over?'" she explained, at the confused look of disappointment on her boyfriend's face.
He blinked and stared at her for a moment. "'Hold me over'?" he repeated, furrowing his eyebrows. "Hold me over til when?"
"Afterwards," she said simply. She then smiled, kissed his cheek, grabbed her clutch, and exited into the hallway.
The thought of going downstairs and spending hours pretending to smile and listen to old people talk suddenly became downright unbearable.