Teenage Dream

It was just supposed to be a casual cute date at the carnival. It started out that way at least. He knocked on her door at the cave and whisked her away on yet another kidnapping. He didn't push for anything grand or romantic. He was content with simply holding her hand. Normally, she didn't mind him being all gentlemanly, but he hadn't won a single carnival game all night, and she knew for sure he was stronger and had better aim. She wanted to scold him, but one look at his smile melted her heart. Pulling herself together she challenged him to a dart gun game making him promise to actually compete. He got bullseye every time and won her a stuffed penguin. He seemed too smug with the win. Maybe he hustled her into letting him win her a stuffed animal. He knew her better than anyone else, so he must've known that she'd never ask him for a gift. Either way, the gesture burned her cheeks…..and turned her on. The conclusion of the date was supposed to be a quiet ride on the giant Ferris wheel to overlook the bay. They got into the pod, and he sat down gesturing her to take a seat across from him. Ignoring his politeness, she plopped right next to him and clung to his arm. She rested her head on his shoulder and took a deep breath enjoying her blissful fantasy. A loud clang pulled her back to reality.

"Dick? What was that?"

"Uhh, I think we've stopped moving."

Sure enough, the power went out on the Ferris wheel leaving all the passengers stranded on the carnival ride. Dick and Zee's pod somehow ended up at the top of the wheel. Looking around, she marveled at how the moonlight glistened over the water. They were so high up she could see miles out into the ocean. Out in the distance, a pod of dolphins jumped and flipped into the air. Excited, she almost jumped from her seat and leaned into the opposite glass to get a closer look.

"Dick look! I think I see some dolphins in the distance!"

"Uhhhh."

"Oh, this is such a beautiful view."

"Um, yea. Sure is."

The tight and cramped space of the pod didn't allow Dick see the ocean like Zatanna did. Instead, he noticed that she was wearing some really tight jeans. Feeling his gaze upon her, she turned around to see his reddened face. Her own cheeks burned finally understanding what he was referring to. Quickly sitting down and covering herself, she sat with him in awkward silence. She looked up to see his meek and innocent face. The moonlight lit up his eyes as he turned back up to her. With her gaze completely fixated on him, she decided to take a chance and to never look back. She got up from the opposite bench and leaned forward. She put a hand on his cheek.

"W-what are you doing, Zee?"

"Shhh. Just a touch. I want you to look at me."

Her eyes hold his gaze. They inched closer and closer together and finally their lips touched. The kiss started slow. Both were shy and wanted to savor the moment of their first kiss. She tugged on his collar and pulled him down to the floor. His hands immediately wrapped around her waist and the back of her hand to blunt the impact. The fall broke them apart. His arms kept him above her while her hands wrapped around his neck.

"You're pretty," he shyly said.

"Really? But I'm not wearing any makeup."

"Doesn't matter. You're beautiful."

Her heart stopped as she bit her lip. She cupped his face to make sure that this was real, that this wasn't some teenage dream. Her breathing finally steadied, and she licked her lips.

"Dick, how do you feel about me?"

"U-uh well….You fight good?" he stuttered.

"Do you like me?"

"Yes," he answered without hesitation.

"Do you love me?"

"Yes," he answered despite pausing for a few seconds.

"Did you know I love you?"

"I think I had an inkling."

"Do you know how much I love you?"

"Enlighten me," he teased as he lowered himself closer to her face.

"When I think about you, Dick Grayson, I can't sleep. All I see is you. I see your sharp jaw, your beautiful blue eyes, your brilliant smile, your whimsical laugh. Do you know what else?"

"Hmm?"

She reached under his shirt and lifted it up making a point to drag her knuckles and nails alone his toned abs.

"I can't stop thinking about this chest and these abs. I stay up all night because you turn me on so much," she continued as she rubbed his sides and moved towards his arms, "I wrap myself tightly in my blanket pretending that your strong arms hold me warmly in place."

She never broke eye contact with him worried she was making him feel uncomfortable. Instead, he was actually relaxing almost melting to her touch. So far, all her risks seemed to be working out in her favor. Taking a few more chances probably wouldn't hurt.

"I dream about you every night, Dick. I fantasize about you touching me, about the way you run your fingers through my hair or draw circles on my stomach. I love it when you drag your fingertips along my sides. Those are my dreams, Dick. What are yours? Do you dream about me?"

"Y-yea. I do. Uhh, I'm kinda embarrassed to say what exactly I dream about though."

She couldn't hold her smile any longer. Everything about Dick Grayson, her Dick Grayson, felt so balanced. He had devilishly handsome looks, but underneath all the cackles and boy-band hairdo, was a shy and timid heart that wanted to love and be loved.

"Then, touch me, Dick. Put your hands on me. Let me be your teenage dream tonight."

He let his arms give in and wrapped them around her. He gently pecked her lips and simply looked at her. She shook her head in disapproval.

"Nuh uh. I need more, Dick. Let's go all the way tonight."

"A-all the way? As in…" he stuttered with wide eyes.

"Yes, Dick. All. The. Way. No regrets, just love."

He froze almost like he was in a trance. Hoping to break him out of his stupor, she fiddled with his belt and unzipped his pants. Blinking a few times to shake off the spell, he lifted up her shirt and placed feather kisses all over her flat stomach. Just before her hand reached the hem of his underwear, he pulled himself up to meet her eyes.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Zee."

A smirk grew on her face as her eyes rolled. She should have known. As their hands roamed and explored their bodies, Zatanna silently thanked whatever cosmic force out there that convinced her to wear skin-tight jeans tonight.

Teenage Dream - Katy Perry