Nightwing and Supergirl, part 10

That was all he needed. Her seductive voice sends shivers down his spine. He pauses for a long moment, waiting for to pace out of view. Once she’s gone, he quickly lathers the remaining parts of his body before rinsing himself clean. Once finished, he shuts the water off and wraps a towel around his waist once more. He dresses simple-tight blue jeans with a Foo Fighters t-shirt, foregoing underwear entirely. There is no way in hell he was going to miss this proposition. Pacing down the hallway, he comes to a stop at her door. He places an ear against the metal, trying to get an indication of what awaits him within. Finally, he twists the knob and steps through the doorway to see he waiting for him. Beckoning to him. The bathrobe she wears is only losely secured, the neckline plunging deep into the valley between her breasts. Dick wastes no more time. He must have her. Without a word, he rushes forward, gliding almost effortlessly across the floor to lock lips with her, cupping her cheek firmly. It was finally happening. He tugs up at the waistline of his shirt and tosses it away. His fingers work at the belt knot of her robe, hungering you see her once again.

Kara did not wait long. She was watching Dick with her X-Ray vision as he made his way to her room. Cheating, sure, but she couldn’t help it. He opened the door quickly and in no time at all he was across the room, to her, and without speaking to her at all he begins to kiss her.