seriousfic

Title: At First Touch
Fandom: Teen Titans
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,232
Characters/Pairings: Donna/Kory, mention of Dick/Kory
Summary: Dick’s gone. Donna’s still here.

Donna burst into Dick’s old room, still in the tanktop and silk boxers she’d been sleeping in. Her glowing lasso was wrapped around her fist, ready to go. Whoever the intruder was, he was in for—it was Kory.

“Oh, hello Donna.” Kory had obviously been sitting on the bed, then she’d laid down. Her legs were dangling over the end and they gracefully splayed up, then came down to teeter-totter Kory back up. “Did you forget something?”

“No, someone must have set the alarm system wrong, it registered your entry into Dick’s room as—“ Donna flittered her hand up. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh…” Kory looked around the room, still bearing the scars of where Dick’s things had been separated from Titans Tower’s accommodations. There were poster shadows on the walls and white rectangles on the carpet and Kory, lying there on the bed. “I suppose I just missed him. I thought being here, I’d feel closer… he’s really not coming back. I thought this team would always be enough for him. Was I not enough?”

“You’re everything, Kory.” Donna shut the door behind her and unwound the lasso, setting it down on the bed beside her. The bedsprings, long abused, groaned at Donna sitting beside the Tamaranian. “Men are stupid. They don’t know what they want and they don’t know they have it until it’s gone. Just let things keep… flowing. You’ll feel better.”

“I know. You’re very wise, for an Earther. But, on nights like these…” She looked out the window. The night sky was like purple velvet in its darkness, with stars bright as jewels and a moon close enough to be jumped to. Donna thought it looked very much like the view from Tamaran, or Themyscira. “I miss the way he touched me,” she finished, holding herself.

“How did he touch you?”

“Like this.”

Kory slit the straps crossing her torso, dropping her top. Donna’s jaw nearly followed it. Her breasts was perfect, high and voluptuous and showing only mocking consideration for gravity. Donna only saw them for a moment before Kory took hold of them and began to squeeze, her hands seeming to pulse with their own autonomous life.

“He was very gentle, very caring… that’s not uncommon… but he had such a rare passion. When he embraced me, I knew he was embracing life.” And Kory’s hands did their best to mimic Dick’s memory. They stayed as graceful as before, but now they were a little bit rougher, leaving brief red marks where they touched. Donna felt her toes curling, her nails scratching at the bedcover.

“And he knew just where to wander to scratch the itch.” Kory’s hand ran up her extravagant throat and clavicle, outlining the artistic perfection there, before she sucked at her finger. Then she moaned softly as she plucked her hardened nipples, tugging at them just a little, pinching them just a little more.

Donna felt slick, tingly from her crotch to her insistent lips. She couldn’t hold in her words anymore than she could stop an orgasm. “Kory, could I try to touch you?”

“Yes, Donna, of course.” Kory laid back on the bed, her mane of hair sprawling under her, her breasts bouncing ever so slightly like Donna was being invited to touch.

Donna started with her boots. Even by focusing all her attention on the many straps, she couldn’t catch her breath. Kory wouldn’t let her.

“I’ve often wondered how you would touch me. I don’t think you’d be rough. Not that you couldn’t be, just that you wouldn’t want to… I’d have to ask…”

Donna pulled off Kory’s right boot, kissing her way down to a chorus of giggles that was astonishingly, fittingly light for such a warrior. She sucked on the toes for a bare moment, making Kory moan in such a full-throated voice that Donna wouldn’t have believed it from anyone else, then threw herself onto the next boot.

Kory reached down to ruffle Donna’s hair and toy with her tanktop’s straps. “You’re doing very well so far.”

“Thank you.” Donna didn’t bother to fix her straps. She wouldn’t have minded if her tanktop fell right off and was never found. “It only gets better from here.” She threw the left boot aside, moved onward, upward.

Kory giggled her way through another pleased moan as Donna tongued her belly button. The Amazon’s arms wrapped around Kory’s lower back, stroking her spine down to the curve of her buttocks, before Kory’s hands in her hair convinced Donna she’d been teased enough. Well, in that way, at any rate.

Donna stood up in front of Kory, ran her hands through her hair, and then tugged her boxers off. Kory’s green eyes darkened a shade. Without straps holding it up, the tanktop hung down just low enough to cover the wetness of her mound. Kory reached for it with see-want-now impulsiveness, but Donna got her first. She caught Kory off-balance and thrust her back down onto Dick’s bed, grabbing her arms by the wrist. With Kory held down, she could do nothing but enjoy it as Donna thoroughly explored her mouth, her full lips, and the beautiful flow of her neck down to her bare shoulders.

“Mmm, Donna, you were right,” Kory said in helpless rapture, one of her favorite kinds. “It has gotten better.”

“Save your applause till the end, highness. I haven’t even started.” Donna’s tongue flicked at Kory’s ear.

“Oh, start! Oh, please, start!” She wrapped her legs around Donna’s waist, making it easy for the Amazon to push her thigh up and thrum it against Kory’s sex. Kory whimpered and the cords of her arms stood out as she broke free from Donna’s grip, but it was only to hold Donna tighter. The fabric of the tanktop got in the way of skin being with skin, so Kory pulled at it until it was all ripped away.

“What else did Dick do?” Donna asked as Kory enthusiastically suckled the skin over her collarbone.

“Sometimes… if I’d been a bad girl…” Kory rolled over so she was on top of Donna, better able to ride her, and reached down. “He’d spank my pussy.”

Her hand came down hard between Donna’s legs. It was like a shock of cold water and somehow the most erotic thing Kory could’ve done.

“Have you been bad, Donna?” Kory asked with the innocence she kept so well.

“I’m about to be.” She sat up, their bodies melding once more like oil and water, separate but impossible to separate. Arms were lost in raven-black and fire-red hair, sexes kissed like warm mouths, breasts crushed against each other and muscles rippled as they were taken to the limit. Donna could tell Kory was close, because Donna was, and Kory would never let herself go if she wasn’t sure Donna’s orgasm had already begun to build.

Donna gave herself over to Kory’s lips, the generous, demanding little things, and felt an orgasm stir within her core, to match the ones beginning wherever Kory’s mouth touched. As Kory’s eyes glowed sun-bright, Donna’s orgasms merged together into an oblivion of consciousness, a touch so complete she might’ve felt Kory’s soul.

They hit the bed, giggling and sweaty and still full of energy.

“So, was I better than Dick?” Donna asked, knowing it would never be a sore subject with Kory.

“Dick who?”