"Say, Raven, do you have any of those little chocolate sticks?"
The sorceress made a muffled scoff, her ankle pausing in its steady bounce against his thigh. "You mean Pocky?" Eyes never leaving her encyclopedia, she continued. "Don't tell me your caught up in that dumb challenge too."
"Eh?" Dick pulled his gaze from the iPad he'd been tapping away at, bright sapphire gaze landing curious on hers. "A challenge about Pocky? What's that?"
The girl lifted a lazy hand over her head, wiggling her fingers so the carton of Pocky on top of her refrigerator came floating her way. Hearing the tsk from Dick's side of the couch, the girl held back an eyeroll. Sure, they'd decided to not act like exceptional human beings now that they'd vowed to live a normal life, but she was simply too comfortable, curled on the couch with her legs tangled snugly between his, to be bothered getting up. Opening the packaging, she was finally forced to set down her book.
"It's like this," amethyst gaze fixated on his, she drew a chocolate covered bread stick from the plastic. Dragging it to her lips like a cigar, she tapped the sweet treat against her plump bottom lip. "One person puts their mouth on each side, and then you just keep biting the Pocky until it gets small enough, and the person to take the last bite wins." It kind of reminded her of that one scene in Lady and the Tramp, where the two dogs shared a plate of spaghetti. How silly. Raven parted her lips, about to add her two cents, but opted for a short huff instead. She was sure that he'd agree that it was a ridiculous game.
"That's sort of dumb." Bingo. Raven stuck the treat between the side of her lips and held up the encyclopedia once more. "I mean," Dick paused, waiting for her gaze to find his again. An exasperated arched brow faced his contemplative one. "Whoever takes the first bite obviously wins, so it's sort of a waste to play the game since you know the winner from the beginning."
The girl could feel her ocular muscles fighting against a classic roll. Yeah, sure. Leave it to Dick to work out the logistics of some stupid lovers' game.
"Yeah... That's why it's a dumb game." She trailed off, drawing the heavy pages before her once more. From behind the book, she continued in a lazy mumble. "Plus, if I don't really need some stupid excuse; if I wanted to kiss you, I'd just do it."
"What was that?"
Suddenly, he was in her space.
The top of her book lowered, his chin shoving the thick spine lower and lower until she dropped it in her lap. He'd crawled from his end to hers, resting his elbows on her knees as he kept on leaning closer. A mischievous glow seemed to light his eyes from behind, like two glowing sapphires as his lip bit in hopeful antics.
"You said what about kissing me?" His brows wiggled, his fingers already waltzing up and down the sides of her thighs.
All at once, her features were on fire; a scarlet blush set across her cheeks, the back of her neck prickled with what felt like a thousand needles.
"I said," her hand gripped his jaw by the chin, shoving his puckered lips to the side until they met the leather sofa. "If I wanted to kiss you, Dick, I'd just do it." The idea of booping the top of his ruffled raven locks with her eight pound encyclopedia entertained her for a second, but instead, she simply pressed her socked foot against his chest. "Don't get any ideas, Dick. I'm reading."
"No kisses?"
"No kisses."
"Not even one?"
"Not even one."
The former Titan leader pouted, falling back on his seat with the assist of her heel. She could feel the flames of his blue gaze burning into her book, but she kept it between them like a shield. If she even looked at his smoldering gaze for a moment, she was confident it would light her desires on fire. And she was reading.
"Raven?"
"Busy."
"Seriously, not even one kiss?"
"No, Dick."
"Well... Then can we play the Pocky Game?"
"..."
"I'll let you win?"
"...Alright."