Cuddles and Conversation

When you wake up, you're absolutely thrilled to find that you're still cuddled into Nightwing.

You look up at her with a heartfelt smile. She's still asleep. Last night must've really taken it out of her...

Then again, she always wakes up late.

You lean up and plant a gentle kiss on her cheek. Apparently, that's enough to rouse her, as she begins to stir.

"Morning, sleepyhead..."

She slowly wakes, and eventually looks down at you with a slightly confused expression. "We...we slept like this?"

You nod. "Yep. And you barely fidgeted last night. After you were all over the bed the other day, I was afraid I'd wake up with your foot in my face or something."

Nightwing smiles a little at that. "I slept very well..."

"I did too." You let loose a big yawn, before rolling onto your back and breaking into a big stretch. "But now we gotta get up. We're burning daylight."

Nightwing briefly looks like she wants to argue for staying for a bit longer, but she doesn't. Instead, she gets up, and starts to pull on her clothes.

You help her with her shirt again, and take a moment to let your knuckles barely graze against the skin between her wings. She shivers, and looks back at you with an unamused face.

When the two of you are finally ready to leave, and have a proper heading, you set off into the woods.

After roughly an hour of silence, you feel like you're going to go insane.

"Hey, Nightwing? Are we...not going to talk about last night? At all?"

Nightwing casts you a confused glance. "Talk? What about?"

"About, you know..." You shrug. "About us. Like...what this means for us, going forward. Was this a one time thing, or...?"

Nightwing cocks an eyebrow at you. "Of course it's not. I enjoyed it immensely, and as such, I expect you to serve me in such a fashion whenever I request it."

"Okay, but... what about, like, other stuff?"

"Other stuff?"

You roll your eyes, but **** yourself to calm down. She's never been in a relationship before. Hell, she's never had a friend before!

So, you decide to explain it in detail.

"Okay, Nightwing - here's the thing." You take a deep breath. "For humans, sex tends to be a part of being in a relationship. So I want to know if you and I are lovers, or if this is just part of me being your ****."

Nightwing frowns. "I don't see how that matters."

You mirror her frown. "It matters to me."

"Why? It doesn't matter if it's as lovers, or if it's as my ****. You're going to pleasure me either way."

You sigh heavily. "Yeah, but if I do it as your ****, I'll be doing it because you command me to," you explain. "If I do it as your lover, I'll be doing it because I want to, and because making you happy makes me happy."

"I don't see a difference." Nightwing shoots you a venemous glare. "But no matter what it is, you are not to engage in these activities with another woman. Are we clear? You're mine."

You don't know what it is, but something about how possessive she's being sends a bolt down your spine. You feel a tingling all over your body - not caused by the contract, but because of how she's... claimed you.

Not only is it turning you on, but it's also giving you a rush of emotions that you don't fully understand.

Your body gravitates towards her, as if of its own accord. You absent-mindedly wrap your arms around hers, soulfully staring into her beautiful eyes.

"Okay."

Nightwing stares at you, utterly confused. You rest your head on her shoulder as you walk, your stomach full of butterflies.

She shakes her head as you walk, but she doesn't pull away from you. And, it would appear as though she's picked up a new word from you.

"Gah, you humans are so fuckin' weird..."