Nightwing and Supergirl, part 8

Kara stays still for far too long. She keeps her position in the corner with her arms covering what they can. Dick keeps his word and he keeps his eyes away from her, and he makes his own way to one of the showers.

She bites her lip when he removes the towel. *Oh my god* she thinks to herself, her eyes wide and staring intently. One thing she and many have noticed is his rear. The suit leaves little to the imagination in that regard, but even so, Kara is impressed. He of course is very muscular and toned.

Finally, Kara forces herself to go over to the shower and continue where she had left off. She closes her eyes and tries to imagine he’s not there, but that proves to be impossible. Kara isn’t usually one to be like this, but all she can picture in her mind is the perfect form of Dick Grayson, and her...

No, no.

It can’t, wouldn’t, happen. Right? Kara looks over her shoulder, her arm still over her chest and her hand still covering her womanhood, only go see him catching a quick look at her once again.

She sighs, and shakes her head. The more her mind is left to its own devices, the more thrilling her circumstance starts to seem. At last, Kara lets her arms drop to rest at her side, the hot water now hitting her front.

“Sorry about all that” Kara says suddenly, her voice surprisingly casual, “I guess I assumed I would hear you.” Kara starts to run her hands through her hair as she speaks, “it’s okay though. I don’t mind.” She turns her body around slightly, not completely turning around, but letting the water get her back side a bit and letting Dick have a look if he happens to try to sneak a glance again.

Oh yeah. He definitely caught her taking a look. But who could blame her? A strange man walks in on her showering? Maybe she’s just being cautious, making sure that he’s staying in his own lane. Not *every* girl is head over heels for him, much as he might like to pretend they are. Besides, Kara seems like the kind of woman to have some class. He returns his gaze to the wall in front of him, running his hands up and down his bicep to his forearm, working his way through systematically. When she speaks to him, her pitch is ever so slightly higher than normal-a very common sign of arousal for women. And beyond that, she seems strangely comfortable with the situation. Maybe it was more than simply adapting to an awkward scenario, maybe she was actually beginning to *like* it...how interesting. With these thoughts racing through his mind, it is only a matter of time before he goes for another peek. This time, he tries for a little more subtly. He twists his torso to the side, playing off the motion like it was only to give himself a better angle to wash his beefy thigh. What he sees is not a disappointment...Kara has turned slightly in his direction, giving him just enough view of her front. Her breasts are shapely and voluptuous, her nipples perfectly proportioned as well. His gaze lingers awhile longer now, making it obvious that he is interested in more than just getting clean. It took all his willpower not to march over to her, pin her to the wall, and make love to her right then and there...but when dealing with kryptonians, it’s usually best for your health not to make the first move.