Comfort in Starlight (R)
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browngirlTitle: Comfort in Starlight
Fandom: DC Comics
Series/Segment: A Certain Star, Part 5
Rating: R
Pairing: Kory/Dick/Donna (Starfire / Nightwing / Troia)
Warnings: Het, femslash, threesome, some angst
Spoilers for: Our Worlds At War
By the time Donna's caught her breath, Kory's not sobbing anymore, or shaking, or clutching intensely tight; she's just breathing quietly, her hand unfurled on Donna's thigh, and Dick's lying still beyond her. Donna opens one eye, then the other; in the light of the bedside lamp Kory's hair is damp and ember-red, and past the luxuriant tangle of it Donna can see Dick's in little black tufts over his ear, his shoulder marked with a crescent of dark bites, and his arm loosely draped over Kory's ribs, moving with the tide of her breath.
Cautiously, Donna sits up, but they've done their job well, and Kory doesn't stir. She looks so young now, forehead smooth, cheek round, tender lips parted. She looks like she did when Donna met her, except for the tear-tracks. Donna wants to lick her fingers and rub them away, but she knows only time's going to get rid of them for good. A lot of time.
Dick looks up at Donna, his heavy-lidded eyes the same blue as the pre-dawn sky through the window, one ringed with a bruise of sunrise purples and reds. Kory must've smacked him by accident, sometime when Donna's head was down between her thighs. His smile's soft and tired, and Donna drags her thumb across the ridge of his cheekbone and smiles back, probably a little guiltily since she should've been the one in front. She's not a goddess anymore, but she's still strong, less damageable than an ordinary mortal. Not that Dick's any ordinary mortal. But he's built of the same stuff, and Kory's left him covered in darkening bites and bruises. If Donna were any ordinary girl she'd have just as many; she can feel them healing, tingling patches scattered from her jaw to her thighs, a deeper itch than drying sweat. Passionate Kory, Donna thinks, remembering Kory's teeth over her pulse and strong arms tight around her ribs, painfully wonderful.
"Hey," Dick mouths, and Donna smiles wider and holds out her hand. He peels his fingers from Kory's skin and takes it, pulling himself up to sitting. Kory curls a little tighter between them, pressing her face to Dick's side, but they both know how soundly she sleeps. Especially when she's exhausted. So Donna leans over, feeling Kory breathe against her belly, and cups Dick's cheeks to hold him as she looks at him, the first prickles of shadow just tickling her palms. He's always had a bad habit of downplaying his injuries, and she's not going to let him get away with it. Mostly they're just bruises, but the bite on his shoulder has started seeping blood; this is Donna's bed, so she feels completely justified in ripping a strip off the sheets to bind it with. He rolls his eyes but at least he holds still for her.
But then, he's kind of worn out. So's Donna. She tugs him back over and kisses his forehead, feeling his jaw move under her hand as he smiles, then lets him go. "How are you?" she whispers.
"There's nothing like an enthusiastic Tamaranian," he says with a sideways grin, and a sigh. "But she's finally passed out." Glancing down, he brushes a little of Kory's hair back from her face, looping a curl round his finger; when he shifts, he winces into a chuckle. "God, I'm sore. I don't think I'll be able to make love for the next week."
Donna feels the same way, as banged up as by a massive fight; her nipples are as achingly swollen as they were at the end of her pregnancy, and Kory's handprints on her hips and inner thighs are prickling as they fade. She can also feel how many orgasms she's had, like a banked fire inside her, and the combination is dizzyingly heady. "Anyone we need to apologize to?" Donna asks, winking, and watches Dick's cheeks turn pink. He's always been so cute. There were times in her adolescence she was glad he wasn't a girl, times she really, devoutly wished he was, and times he made her feel nothing but girly. And then she met Kory, who always makes her feel like an Amazon.
Dick's blushing, so there must be, and he still grins. She's missed that grin. "There's this girl... this woman. I should tell you about her. But no, nothing serious, not yet. And, anyway..." The grin fades. "Kory needs us."
"Yeah." Kory's skin is deceptively soft under Donna's hand, plush and golden, glowing a little in the dim lamplight. "She needs us." Dick makes some kind of sound, low in his throat; Donna looks up to see his mouth thinned and his jaw set hard, and wonders about that girl, what he was doing when Donna called him. She never had a chance to ask. When Kory lifted her head from Donna's lap to ask for him, Donna called him without a second thought, and by the time he arrived they were kissing desperately, both already in tears. "I mean, Dick, if you'd rather be somewhere else---"
Dick snorts; when he stops chewing his lip his face softens to match his eyes. "Just a little late for that, Wonder Chick," he says, but this smirk's fairly gentle. "And no. If Kory wants me here, I'm here. Just like you are." He curls his hand loosely around Donna's wrist.
Donna turns her hand over to intertwine their fingers. "Thank you." Dick ducks his head as he smiles so his hair hides his eyes. She reaches over to push it back, stroking his cheek with the heel of her hand, and he reaches up to catch her wrist, pressing his face into her touch.
Then he takes a breath. "Besides... she did the same thing for me. On Tamaran, when she was engaged." Donna hadn't known that. She tries to make her gasp anything else than echoing shock, as Kory sleeps between them and Dick holds her hand against his face. Dick nods, smile so twisted it barely deserves the name, and she can hear the self-reproach in his breathing before he speaks. "She and Joey. For my birthday, after the party, they took me to bed. For that moment... I wish I'd let it help. I wanted to let it help, and Joey made it clear as day he was there to help, but I just couldn't. And then..."
And then a lot of things happened, people struggled and people died, and at the end of it all Kory had returned, and Donna was too glad to have her back to think about what it was like when she was gone. "Yes," she says, and Dick squeezes her wrist.
A moment, and he laughs quietly. "I... this would be too much information to anyone else, but to you..." He looks at her the way he'd touched her tonight, the way he always has on the infrequent, important nights they've spent together, glad to be with her out of everyone he could have. It's warmly, profoundly mutual, and Donna drops her hand to his arm to squeeze it. "After she came back from Tamaran and got it through my thick head that she wasn't married, we had this dust-up that ended up being our first real fight. In the middle, well, what I thought was the middle, she grabbed my shoulders and kissed me. I was surprised, yeah, and when she kissed me again I think I tried to push her off." Dick shakes his head, grinning ruefully. "I know I asked if she wasn't mad, and she said she was, that because she was mad she needed to understand me better. We didn't even make it to the couch."
Donna smiles at that image for as long as she can before the realities of the present make it fade again, until Dick's smile fades as he looks down at Kory, sinking his hand in her hair. "God, Donna. Look at her. The way she used to laugh..." His voice is hushed and sad. "She's... since she left," and he doesn't add 'me' aloud, but their ill-starred wedding was at Donna's house, back in the days when she had one with Terry. She knows. "I dreamt of her so many times. I've wanted her back..." A bitter little laugh. "If anyone knows how badly, you do. But not... not like this, Donna. Not like this."
Donna turns her hand in Dick's hold and squeezes his, and wishes she had any idea what to say. If the Titans could bring Kory's world back, Dick and Donna would lead them to it. But they can't, all they can do is be here tonight, and Kory's shivering, and frowning. She never used to frown in her sleep, ever, and there were nights Donna needed those midnight smiles, needed Kory's solid light and her dependable joy. But now... Donna drags the sheet up over all three of them, but Kory's frown only deepens, and she shivers harder and mumbles something incomprehensible and agitated. It hurts to watch, like it hurt to kiss her while she cried, to ride her fingers while she sobbed with every thrust. So Donna can't look away, any more than she could have denied Kory anything else tonight, any more than she would've wanted to. She holds Dick's hand as she leans over Kory, stroking her forehead and murmuring, "shhh," till the frown finally fades.
Dick's doesn't, as he watches. "She never used to have nightmares," he whispers. "But I guess, after the second planet..."
And her husband, Donna thinks quietly. "And the baby," she says instead, just as mournfully. Kory's lost so much. Deep down where she occasionally indulges her self-pity, Donna had thought her own losses were staggering, but if Themiscyra vanished, could she possibly go on? And Paradise Island was her world, but it's just one island on this planet. She'd never want to see Dick lose Gotham, but it's just one city. How could they lose all Earth and keep their minds? While Kory's lost her planet, twice.
"I wish she had her baby," Dick cups Kory's shoulder, eyes dark and tender, words slow but even. "I wish she had her planet, and yeah, her husband. Even if it meant I'd never seen her again, I wanted her to be happy."
"I know, Dick." No one who knows him couldn't. Donna slips her hand beneath Dick's chin, stroking his jaw with her thumb. "She knows. That's why she came here."
Dick's smile is lopsided against her palm, his eyes downcast and half-closed. "Well, there's Paradise Island too. If she belongs anywhere now, it's with the Amazons. And because you're here." He turns his gaze up, and when he looks at Donna he smiles as openly when they were fourteen, but with the little sensual curl Kory gave him. Tired or no, Donna could kiss him. Well, considering everything tonight... she leans forward and does kiss him, and he smiles under her mouth before he shapes his lips softly to hers for an unhurried moment.
Then Dick pulls back, and sighs as he rests his forehead against Donna's; he strokes Kory's hair as Donna strokes her arm, as she sighs in her sleep and her body relaxes, as the three of them just breathe. After awhile, Dick yawns, laughs quietly and lies down again, reaching up to gently push Donna's shoulder. So she folds her hand around his and lies down too, hooking her ankle over his, and they wrap themselves around Kory and hold on to each other, waiting together for the morning.
Fandom: DC Comics
Series/Segment: A Certain Star, Part 5
Rating: R
Pairing: Kory/Dick/Donna (Starfire / Nightwing / Troia)
Warnings: Het, femslash, threesome, some angst
Spoilers for: Our Worlds At War
By the time Donna's caught her breath, Kory's not sobbing anymore, or shaking, or clutching intensely tight; she's just breathing quietly, her hand unfurled on Donna's thigh, and Dick's lying still beyond her. Donna opens one eye, then the other; in the light of the bedside lamp Kory's hair is damp and ember-red, and past the luxuriant tangle of it Donna can see Dick's in little black tufts over his ear, his shoulder marked with a crescent of dark bites, and his arm loosely draped over Kory's ribs, moving with the tide of her breath.
Cautiously, Donna sits up, but they've done their job well, and Kory doesn't stir. She looks so young now, forehead smooth, cheek round, tender lips parted. She looks like she did when Donna met her, except for the tear-tracks. Donna wants to lick her fingers and rub them away, but she knows only time's going to get rid of them for good. A lot of time.
Dick looks up at Donna, his heavy-lidded eyes the same blue as the pre-dawn sky through the window, one ringed with a bruise of sunrise purples and reds. Kory must've smacked him by accident, sometime when Donna's head was down between her thighs. His smile's soft and tired, and Donna drags her thumb across the ridge of his cheekbone and smiles back, probably a little guiltily since she should've been the one in front. She's not a goddess anymore, but she's still strong, less damageable than an ordinary mortal. Not that Dick's any ordinary mortal. But he's built of the same stuff, and Kory's left him covered in darkening bites and bruises. If Donna were any ordinary girl she'd have just as many; she can feel them healing, tingling patches scattered from her jaw to her thighs, a deeper itch than drying sweat. Passionate Kory, Donna thinks, remembering Kory's teeth over her pulse and strong arms tight around her ribs, painfully wonderful.
"Hey," Dick mouths, and Donna smiles wider and holds out her hand. He peels his fingers from Kory's skin and takes it, pulling himself up to sitting. Kory curls a little tighter between them, pressing her face to Dick's side, but they both know how soundly she sleeps. Especially when she's exhausted. So Donna leans over, feeling Kory breathe against her belly, and cups Dick's cheeks to hold him as she looks at him, the first prickles of shadow just tickling her palms. He's always had a bad habit of downplaying his injuries, and she's not going to let him get away with it. Mostly they're just bruises, but the bite on his shoulder has started seeping blood; this is Donna's bed, so she feels completely justified in ripping a strip off the sheets to bind it with. He rolls his eyes but at least he holds still for her.
But then, he's kind of worn out. So's Donna. She tugs him back over and kisses his forehead, feeling his jaw move under her hand as he smiles, then lets him go. "How are you?" she whispers.
"There's nothing like an enthusiastic Tamaranian," he says with a sideways grin, and a sigh. "But she's finally passed out." Glancing down, he brushes a little of Kory's hair back from her face, looping a curl round his finger; when he shifts, he winces into a chuckle. "God, I'm sore. I don't think I'll be able to make love for the next week."
Donna feels the same way, as banged up as by a massive fight; her nipples are as achingly swollen as they were at the end of her pregnancy, and Kory's handprints on her hips and inner thighs are prickling as they fade. She can also feel how many orgasms she's had, like a banked fire inside her, and the combination is dizzyingly heady. "Anyone we need to apologize to?" Donna asks, winking, and watches Dick's cheeks turn pink. He's always been so cute. There were times in her adolescence she was glad he wasn't a girl, times she really, devoutly wished he was, and times he made her feel nothing but girly. And then she met Kory, who always makes her feel like an Amazon.
Dick's blushing, so there must be, and he still grins. She's missed that grin. "There's this girl... this woman. I should tell you about her. But no, nothing serious, not yet. And, anyway..." The grin fades. "Kory needs us."
"Yeah." Kory's skin is deceptively soft under Donna's hand, plush and golden, glowing a little in the dim lamplight. "She needs us." Dick makes some kind of sound, low in his throat; Donna looks up to see his mouth thinned and his jaw set hard, and wonders about that girl, what he was doing when Donna called him. She never had a chance to ask. When Kory lifted her head from Donna's lap to ask for him, Donna called him without a second thought, and by the time he arrived they were kissing desperately, both already in tears. "I mean, Dick, if you'd rather be somewhere else---"
Dick snorts; when he stops chewing his lip his face softens to match his eyes. "Just a little late for that, Wonder Chick," he says, but this smirk's fairly gentle. "And no. If Kory wants me here, I'm here. Just like you are." He curls his hand loosely around Donna's wrist.
Donna turns her hand over to intertwine their fingers. "Thank you." Dick ducks his head as he smiles so his hair hides his eyes. She reaches over to push it back, stroking his cheek with the heel of her hand, and he reaches up to catch her wrist, pressing his face into her touch.
Then he takes a breath. "Besides... she did the same thing for me. On Tamaran, when she was engaged." Donna hadn't known that. She tries to make her gasp anything else than echoing shock, as Kory sleeps between them and Dick holds her hand against his face. Dick nods, smile so twisted it barely deserves the name, and she can hear the self-reproach in his breathing before he speaks. "She and Joey. For my birthday, after the party, they took me to bed. For that moment... I wish I'd let it help. I wanted to let it help, and Joey made it clear as day he was there to help, but I just couldn't. And then..."
And then a lot of things happened, people struggled and people died, and at the end of it all Kory had returned, and Donna was too glad to have her back to think about what it was like when she was gone. "Yes," she says, and Dick squeezes her wrist.
A moment, and he laughs quietly. "I... this would be too much information to anyone else, but to you..." He looks at her the way he'd touched her tonight, the way he always has on the infrequent, important nights they've spent together, glad to be with her out of everyone he could have. It's warmly, profoundly mutual, and Donna drops her hand to his arm to squeeze it. "After she came back from Tamaran and got it through my thick head that she wasn't married, we had this dust-up that ended up being our first real fight. In the middle, well, what I thought was the middle, she grabbed my shoulders and kissed me. I was surprised, yeah, and when she kissed me again I think I tried to push her off." Dick shakes his head, grinning ruefully. "I know I asked if she wasn't mad, and she said she was, that because she was mad she needed to understand me better. We didn't even make it to the couch."
Donna smiles at that image for as long as she can before the realities of the present make it fade again, until Dick's smile fades as he looks down at Kory, sinking his hand in her hair. "God, Donna. Look at her. The way she used to laugh..." His voice is hushed and sad. "She's... since she left," and he doesn't add 'me' aloud, but their ill-starred wedding was at Donna's house, back in the days when she had one with Terry. She knows. "I dreamt of her so many times. I've wanted her back..." A bitter little laugh. "If anyone knows how badly, you do. But not... not like this, Donna. Not like this."
Donna turns her hand in Dick's hold and squeezes his, and wishes she had any idea what to say. If the Titans could bring Kory's world back, Dick and Donna would lead them to it. But they can't, all they can do is be here tonight, and Kory's shivering, and frowning. She never used to frown in her sleep, ever, and there were nights Donna needed those midnight smiles, needed Kory's solid light and her dependable joy. But now... Donna drags the sheet up over all three of them, but Kory's frown only deepens, and she shivers harder and mumbles something incomprehensible and agitated. It hurts to watch, like it hurt to kiss her while she cried, to ride her fingers while she sobbed with every thrust. So Donna can't look away, any more than she could have denied Kory anything else tonight, any more than she would've wanted to. She holds Dick's hand as she leans over Kory, stroking her forehead and murmuring, "shhh," till the frown finally fades.
Dick's doesn't, as he watches. "She never used to have nightmares," he whispers. "But I guess, after the second planet..."
And her husband, Donna thinks quietly. "And the baby," she says instead, just as mournfully. Kory's lost so much. Deep down where she occasionally indulges her self-pity, Donna had thought her own losses were staggering, but if Themiscyra vanished, could she possibly go on? And Paradise Island was her world, but it's just one island on this planet. She'd never want to see Dick lose Gotham, but it's just one city. How could they lose all Earth and keep their minds? While Kory's lost her planet, twice.
"I wish she had her baby," Dick cups Kory's shoulder, eyes dark and tender, words slow but even. "I wish she had her planet, and yeah, her husband. Even if it meant I'd never seen her again, I wanted her to be happy."
"I know, Dick." No one who knows him couldn't. Donna slips her hand beneath Dick's chin, stroking his jaw with her thumb. "She knows. That's why she came here."
Dick's smile is lopsided against her palm, his eyes downcast and half-closed. "Well, there's Paradise Island too. If she belongs anywhere now, it's with the Amazons. And because you're here." He turns his gaze up, and when he looks at Donna he smiles as openly when they were fourteen, but with the little sensual curl Kory gave him. Tired or no, Donna could kiss him. Well, considering everything tonight... she leans forward and does kiss him, and he smiles under her mouth before he shapes his lips softly to hers for an unhurried moment.
Then Dick pulls back, and sighs as he rests his forehead against Donna's; he strokes Kory's hair as Donna strokes her arm, as she sighs in her sleep and her body relaxes, as the three of them just breathe. After awhile, Dick yawns, laughs quietly and lies down again, reaching up to gently push Donna's shoulder. So she folds her hand around his and lies down too, hooking her ankle over his, and they wrap themselves around Kory and hold on to each other, waiting together for the morning.
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Date: 2007-03-08 02:27 pm (UTC)platonicOTP for me it would be them, beyond measure.And they were naked and had just had Kory!sex and were still talking like Dick and Donna. I could completely imagine this situation anywhere else too, because Dick was really opening up to Donna, like he does and they were sharing and caring so much about Kory. And being so comfortable with each other.
Oh and Kory. Poor Kory. I wanted her to be happy too.
Lines I loved:
Mostly they're just bruises, but the bite on his shoulder has started seeping blood; this is Donna's bed, so she feels completely justified in ripping a strip off the sheets to bind it with. He rolls his eyes but at least he holds still for her.
See Dick and Donna being themselves, I like that kind of mothering movement, because I think Donna does do that (not to mention that she looks just like his mom) and it's so fond and cute.
There were times in her adolescence she was glad he wasn't a girl, times she really, devoutly wished he was, and times he made her feel nothing but girly.
I am so glad someone else has thought this, because yes of course Donna's an amazon and she loves Dick, but I'm sure it's crossed her mind sometimes "wouldn't it be better if my best friend was a girl?"
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Date: 2007-03-10 04:49 pm (UTC)Woman, your feedback is always and ever *awesome*. Thank you again for another lovely long comment!
I love the Dick-Donna sibling vibe, and I'm a Gotham writer enough to enjoy quasi-incest. And I'm a bad person. :) All of these made this necessary; besides, after her second planet was blown up, I thought Kory deserved a hug. A great big hug. With orgasms.
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Date: 2007-03-08 05:54 pm (UTC)Um, apart from having my heart ripped out of my chest, I am in love with what you do with Donna's pov here. Kory SHOULD make her feel like an Amazon, and Dick is such a bundle of contradictions that on one hand he's almost an Amazon by proxy and on the other, he's still such a guy. So beautifully done.
*loves madly*
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Date: 2007-03-10 04:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-08 10:28 pm (UTC)There were times in her adolescence she was glad he wasn't a girl, times she really, devoutly wished he was, and times he made her feel nothing but girly.
*mee hee hee* Now I really *really* wish I could come up with an excuse for Donna to meet that gorgeous girl!Dick.
And then she met Kory. Oh. YES.
"I know I asked if she wasn't mad, and she said she was, that because she was mad she needed to understand me better. We didn't even make it to the couch."
And that's just *so* Kory. *siiiigh*
She never used to frown in her sleep, ever, and there were nights Donna needed those midnight smiles, needed Kory's solid light and her dependable joy. But now... Donna drags the sheet up over all three of them, but Kory's frown only deepens, and she shivers harder and mumbles something incomprehensible and agitated. It hurts to watch, like it hurt to kiss her while she cried, to ride her fingers while she sobbed with every thrust. So Donna can't look away, any more than she could have denied Kory anything else tonight, any more than she would've wanted to.
Oh. Oh, *ow*, ow, and I'm glad that you didn't shy away from the pain of this and *them*, any more than you shied away from the hope and the love.
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Date: 2007-03-10 04:53 pm (UTC)I wrote this for two main reasons: I wanted to do something with the Dick-Donna sibling vibe, and 90's comics were REALLY MEAN TO KORY. The least I could do was give her a big hug from Dick and Donna.
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Date: 2007-03-09 01:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-10 04:56 pm (UTC)At the end of one storyline Raven revealed that Kory was pregnant. Next time we see Kory, she's not pregnant, and she doesn't have a child. The writers likely just forgot, but it lent itself to a more depressing interpretation.
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Date: 2007-03-10 06:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-09 09:34 pm (UTC)But you also wrote about a Dick all covered in sex bruies. *forgives you*
You're a trickster.
-mildredmilton
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Date: 2007-03-10 04:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-11 05:50 am (UTC)This is well said.
I like Donna, doing triage, trying to bind everyone's wounds.
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Date: 2007-03-12 02:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-06 01:09 pm (UTC)The bruises and stickiness just add to the mix.
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Date: 2007-04-08 06:18 pm (UTC)Also, honestly, if I were reading NTT with no external societal expectations, I might have expected Kory to end up with Donna
andinstead of Dick. Oh, *girls*.