#starbolt five

I haven't done my series of cliffhangers yet.

anyone remember starbolt five?

@katergator84, Kater, I may have traumatized the readers.

The previous Starbolt Five didn't have Batman. Robin brought him in with his little joy ride so blame him for anything that might happen.

Or heard from @ya-ssui, or has a way to contact her which isn’t tumblr?

None of her accounts have shown signs of activity for months now, which is fine because people get tired of tumblr, or go on holiday, or have internet troubles. I do know she was having both computer and internet issues before she vanished. 

However, there was also a massive typhoon in the Philippines recently, which coincides with the last activity on her personal blog. While the typhoon tore through the north part of the islands and I’m fairly sure Ya-ssui is in the south, I’d still like to check that she’s okay. 

I’ve tried messaging various accounts that I’m aware of over the past few weeks with no luck. Granted, I only know the tumblr ones and her deviantart has been inactive for a while. 

I know I’m not the only one concerned, there have been a few people watching her pages and wondering.

So, if anyone has an email address for her, or a different site you know she frequents, or if you’ve spoken to her since the beginning of November, can you drop her a line ask if she’s okay? Then let us know so we can stop worrying?

Hips are amazing things.

Rocking, rolling, tiny sways or substantial gyrations. Cloth that bunched and skin to brush, Robin never really paid attention to the way Starfire moved them before.

Waking up entwined with her after a night of communal sleeping to discover his hand had made itself at home on her hip, he couldn’t help but notice. 

(Plus, he was snuggled between her legs again and that was both incredible, and incredibly frustrating). 

Since his hand was there, and his face was in her neck (again), he saw absolutely no reason to move either of them. Except to… you know… maybe coax her awake like he was. Small flexes of his hand rubbing little circles, tiny nuzzles with his nose (lips!) along her neck. 

She rolled and he curled his fingers to bunch up the cloth.

She swayed and he spread his hand flat and let his fingers glide. 

He was totally going to taste her mouth this time. But first, her neck needed attention.

She hands flexed against his back. “Feels nice,” she murmured, her voice slurred from sleep.

“Good.” He left a light mark against her flesh. Nothing that couldn’t be covered but it pleased him to know she carried it.

“I could get used to this.”

A nibble against her chin. “Me too.” He used his teeth to coax her face down toward his. “Very pleasant way to wake up.”

It really was all Beast Boy’s fault. Completely his. After all, if he hadn’t been lying in cat-form on Starfire’s stomach in the patch of sunlight, Robin might never have been interested in why Starfire liked to doze in sun (and totally not been jealous that Beast Boy was getting belly scratches and Robin wasn’t, because Robin would never admit to anyone that he wanted his belly scratched. Nope. Not happening).

It was also Beast Boy’s fault that Robin hadn’t been able to lie there and doze. The sun was delicious thanks to his stolen Tamaranian abilities, but Starfire’s fingers were still on the cat, not him.  

Okay. Fine. Drastic measures had been called for and he brought out his ipod to listen to music. That had gotten Starfire’s attention, which had lead to nuzzling and snuggles and whispering sweet nothings in her ear in Tamaranian and… 

and…

falling asleep in the patch of sunlight. He’d fallen asleep before he’d even worked up to kissing her.

Mind you, the skin of her neck was incredibly tasty and his new tongue had delighted in traversing along her jaw. But he’d wanted her mouth.

Except the sun was delicious and she was so warm and sleep was nice.

He hadn’t expected to wake up six hours later as the sun set to find himself completely curled around his girlfriend. Entangled up together, legs and arms and knees. His nose was against her collarbone. Her hands were in his hair, one leg on either side of his hips with her feet tucked back and somehow he was curled so his knees were against her back.

It should’ve been awkward and painful. But it wasn’t. It was very nice. Comfortable. He hadn’t wanted to move and nothing short of an emergency would have made him move.

A dozing kitty mess, that’s what Beast Boy called it. The sleep purring had been annoying.

Robin didn’t care.

Cyborg had taken pictures. And sent them to Batman. 

Robin… cared about that a little, but was still too comfy.

Raven had called it cute.

That concerned just about everyone who heard it.

Starfire said communal sleeping was common among her kind and it had been such a long time since she’d curled up with anyone and she missed it.

Robin proceeded to drag her to her room so they could make good use of her round bed.