Long
Time passed both quickly and slowly during those earlier years of the Titans.
In one instant, I was enduring my first missions on Earth, getting accustom to the formal protocols of detaining a criminal and all the paperwork that went along with it. Learning the nuances of English and other Earthen languages. Fighting with then forming a sisterly relationship with Raven. Making brothers of Beast Boy and Cyborg but wanting to cross over that line with our leader.
In the next moment, I was 21 years of age, no longer a teen but still very much a Titan. I was busy training the incoming class of heroes that would one day inhabit the Tower without the original five's presence. I was questioning my next step, an offer from the Justice League heavy on my mind but still weighing my other options. I was present and eager to help as Robin transformed into Nightwing, a new Robin waiting in his shadow so he could be approved to take up the mantle. He was another piece added to our family, along with Wonder Girl and Blue Beetle.
At this time, I had been moved into Nightwing's room for over two years but between training our newest members, his classes at the university, and the normal grind of our superhero lives, we barely had time to use it. But in the rare case of occupying the same room at the same time, and even in our exhaustion, we found time for… other activities.
On one such night, I slumbered with dreamless dreams in our bed, not a nightmare of my past to bother me, when I was awakened by the faintest of light slitting on then off.
Peering through my lashes, I watched as he entered through our bedroom door, the door swishing open and closed and the hallway light briefly illuminating on his new suit, it a glossy black from the clinging water.
It had been raining out tonight, the noise of pelting water hitting the window being the only noise as I slept. I barely stirred as he gave me a sweet hello, coming to my side of the bed to peck my cheek before going to our dresser, a muffled grunt from me the only hello he was granted.
As he laughed breathlessly, I heard him pad around the room after disposing of his boots. I grudgingly flipped onto my back as he flicked on the dresser lamp. I looked at him with slitted eyes, taking in my lover with more interest.
He had not worn his hair in spikes since the change. It now laid loose around his forehead, strands getting in the way of his eyes as he shaked his head uselessly to clear his line of sight.
My shaggy, puppy dog, I thought with a lazy grin.
He finally gave in, sweeping the hair away with his fingers. He then moved so that his thumbs hooked under the hem of shirt, expertly removing it up and over his head. Water droplets glisten in his locks with the movement as he turned in the limited light to find suitable, dry clothing instead, rifling through his drawers.
I now sat up silently, at full attention, taking in every contour and rippling muscle in his chest and back. Slices and bullet wounds made up a majority of the scarring, but there were fresh scratches on him from my nails on his back. Fresh and red. Never embarrassed, only slightly concerned that I had hurt him, I had claimed him as mine only a few days before.
It was only when he turned his head slowly to catch me in the act of ogling did I become coy, slinking down in the sheets as my cheeks turned crimson. A come-hither look smoldering in his eyes as he gave another throaty chuckle and made his way to our connecting bathroom, new clothes in hand.
As steam began to wisp from the open door, it took me all of a few seconds to tear off the blanket, now wide awake. Swinging my feet to the side of the bed, I took long strides to the open doorway, my nightgown and panties lost on the way.
I paused only briefly, watching as my boy ducked under the water, preparing to lather up his hair and body.
It was scalding hot as I slid in silently behind him, spooning him from behind as my arms roamed his chest and stomach. He did not flinch as the hardness there felt good against my palms, my cheek and my chest flat against his back. After a minute, he stilled my roaming hands and lifted one to his mouth to plant a kiss at my knuckles. Giving him a final squeeze, he turned around.
X'hal, he was beautiful.
The suds he had begun to place in his hair were almost gone, slipping down and down his body until reaching…
Beginning to open his mouth to talk, I silenced him with one searing kiss before sinking down as the tiles bit into my knees, opening my mouth to greet him properly, never removing my eyes from him.
Fully erect, a strangled noise was immitted from him as I flicked my tongue over his head. He placed his hand on the shower wall and shifted his body to block the water from spraying me as I continued my ministrations. Placing my hand at his base, I gave a hard stroke while my mouth continued to work, light kisses on the top, licks and nips at the sides. He tipped his head back, pants turning shallow and his hand finding my shoulder, his polite version of begging for more.
Stopping in my teasing, my mouth finally enveloped him, taking him fast as I could with as much of him as I could take. Thrusting in and out of my mouth, I looked up at him and our eyes connected, a curse emitted under his breath. Shakely, he moved his hand so that it smoothed over my temple, my cheek, down my chin until finally finding a home at the base of my neck as he gripped my hair in his fist. Now it was him setting the pace, applying pressure as he fucked my mouth and his thrust met mine. Gagging, tears in the corner of my eyes, I took it all. Loved the taste and sensation of him using me like this. Only a few moments later his moments started to faulter, jagged and deep as he finally shuttered with one last push, the tingling between my thighs magnified as he spilled into me.
His tight grasp in my hair held until I had finished swallowing, salt on my tongue. He released me and slid out only when he was fully satisfied.
"Fuck, Star," he said again. I gazed up, a cat having licked the cream expression on my face. He helped me up, immediately attaching his lips to mine, my arms hooking around his wet neck. With some force, he pushed me so that my back was flush against shower tile, eager it seemed to repay the favor. Bending down, he hooked his arms around my knees, hosting me up so my… heat was level with his mouth. I eeped, slightly off balance until I engaged my flight and wrapped my calves around his shoulders.
Kissing from the inside of my knee forward to the inside of my thigh, his eyes blazed with cheekiness as he placed the lightest of kisses to my core. Now sure that my flight was intact, one of his hands kept me from floating away while the other probed my entrance, not even waiting a beat as I was already wet and ready. Bucking at the contact, he buried his face at the apex, an expert at finding that spot that drove me crazy. Tongue flicking and mouth sucking, I was already so close, the pumping of this fingers inside me adding to my height as I tumbled. Tingles and light graced my skin as my opening clenched around him. I shook and shook with my climax as he did not stop, one rolling into the next with his relentless pursuit to undo me completely.
"Dick," I whimpered, my hands grasping his hair tightly. One final pump and taste of me, he relented as I gave one final shudder.
I tipped my head back, head against the wall as I got my bearings and panted lightly. Untangling my limps from him I slowly floated down, blood pooling in my cheeks from being thoroughly blessed.
In my jelly like state, Nightwing went to cuddle me, my arms and head on his chest in the aftercare that I needed.
My protector. My generous lover. Mine.
We stayed like that until the water ran cold.