Kick at the Darkness (DC Comics, R)
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browngirlTitle: Kick at the Darkness
Fandom: DC Comics
Series/Segment: A Certain Star, Part 6
Rating: R
Pairing: Starfire/Grace/Jade (Kory/Grace/Jennie-Lynn)
Warnings: Femslash, threesome, het mentioned
Spoilers for: The Outsiders "Most Wanted" storyline.
"How in the hell am I supposed to remember, Green Pea?" Grace throws her shoulders back, spreading her arms wide so her customary white halter-top strains over her breasts.
Jennie laughs from near the ceiling, turning loops till her T-shirt flares out. "That's why it's a good question!" Streamers spiral behind her, tinting Grace's apartment with a golden-green glow like spring sunshine in Tamaran's northern forests. The thought makes Kory's eyes suddenly ache with the pressure of tears, and she blinks them back. The drink and the recent gruesome mission are pulling her towards melancholy; she pulls against them, towards life.
That's why she's here with her teammates, sipping this teeth-numbing liquor from Grace's cabinet, watching Jennie-Lynn swirl green light across the ceiling and Grace's sleek muscles shift as she leans forward. Grace is big and strong and wholly unafraid as too few of Earth's women are; when she fights or smiles she reminds Kory of Donna's Amazons, and there's another memory of pain and love that could bring tears to Kory's eyes if she let it.
Instead, she thinks of how Grace would bray laughter at the comparison, and laughs herself. "If Grace forfeits the question--"
"--I forfeit nothing, Sparkles--"
"--You should answer it, Jade." Kory waves to Jennie, who punctuates her tipsy midair dance with a twirl, stops, and falls, possibly a bit heavily, onto the couch between them.
"Whoof!" Jennie shakes her head, whisking Kory's shoulder with her straight soft hair. "All right, Kory, and the name's Jennie-Lynn already." She reaches for the bottle Grace holds, which Grace promptly hoists out of reach of her flailing hands. "Hey!"
"You sure it's legal to fly drunk, Short Stuff?" Grace waggles the bottle, its crimson contents sloshing appetizingly.
"I'll show you sho--ooh!" Jennie flies up to grab the bottle; Grace lunges forward, nuzzling her belly, and her eyes fly open round and green and bright, and Kory's laughing. Perhaps a little wildly, but it feels good to laugh. It looks like it feels good to be where Grace is, too, chuckling deep and nosing her way up Jennie's breastbone, pushing up the loose T-shirt as Jennie catches her shoulder, and closes her eyes, and doesn't move out of reach. "I -- dammit, I forgot my answer. Forgot the question. What was--?"
"You are seriously hammered, Boss Lady." Hands encircling Jenny's waist, Grace kisses her lightly on mouth and hairline, and sets her on the couch. "Might have to cut you off."
"Insubordination, Grace." Jennie brandishes the bottle, and most impressively doesn't choke as she takes a swig. "Yeah, I remember now. Alcohol's good for the brain." Grace laughs loud enough to echo, nearly drowning out Jennie's question as she turns to Kory. "Who's the first villain you ever fought? What'd they do?"
Jennie's face is bright and expectant, and Kory wishes the answer didn't dampen her smile till Jennie's brows draw down. "My sister." Jennie's leaf-green eyes go round again; Grace's widen as well. "We never... got along." A terrible oversimplification, but as Gar's fond of saying, they don't need the whole story.
"Sounds grim." Grace drapes her arm around Kory's shoulders, and Kory leans into the muscled strength. "Did you take her down?"
Kory shakes her head, taking another sip of sweet fire to wash away the bitterness of memories. "No. I should have, I've had several chances, but I never quite could."
"Never saw the point of families, anyway." Grace drops her head back against the couch; Jennie folds her warmly glowing arm through Kory's. "Not for people in this business."
Jennie's smooth arm stiffens with the rest of her. "The best day of my life was when my dad found me, after all those years in group homes." She spits the words the way Kory speaks of the Citadel.
"Must've been a Kodak moment," Grace parries. "No one swooped down and saved my ass. And in my personal experience, most fathers suck somehow or another."
"Anissa wouldn't agree." Jennie's counter is mostly sighed, and she sinks a little into the couch, nestled against Kory's hip.
"Yeah, well, Sorority Girl headed home for a nap hours ago," Grace growls sullenly. "Besides, how many shitfits has her old man pulled so far about her being a cape?"
For a moment their recent case echoes in Kory's thoughts, Grace's childhood ordeals, Lian abducted to strike at Roy. She can understand Grace's attitude, after the horrors of her own youth, with her sister their foremost architect. And yet, she still wants a family so badly she can taste the longing on the back of her tongue. "I would have risked anything for Nightwing and I to have made a home together."
"Huh." Grace takes the bottle from Jennie-Lynn, eyes narrowing over it as she drinks and looks at Kory appraisingly. Both the challenge and the interest are familiarly welcome, and Kory tilts her head and smiles sideways in return. "Lemme ask you a question, Starfire." Kory nods. "When you two were together, did he ever take off the damn mask?"
Kory opens her mouth, and laughs; they all laugh, and Grace squeezes Kory's shoulder with her strong wide hand. This is the team Kory wanted to belong to, peers and fellow warriors. She grips Grace's arm, skin smooth and dense under her palm, and traces the dark lines of ink with her fingertips, a little surprised as ever that tattoos don't alter the texture.
Grace snickers, turning her arm to allow Kory better access, tilting her knee till it rests against Kory's. "It's kinda hard to picture, y'know. Nightwing ever unbending enough for a date. Enough to enjoy a girl like you."
Jennie snorts, hair soft and slightly damp where she's leaning against Kory's side. "Yeah, looking at him now, you'd never think it, but he used to smile all the time, crack these terrible jokes... Remember when we worked together, the Titans and Infinity, Inc.? He was a better leader back when he used to smile."
"He was," Kory ruefully agrees. "And he will be again." She clenches her fist, thinking of the horrible stubborn set of Dick's jaw, and how she intends to see it ease.
"All righty then." Kory only realizes her fist is glowing when she sees Grace's raised eyebrows, her face shadowed in its light. "Y'know, Kory... When you first showed up, I thought you'd been called in to pretty up HQ. You're Nightwing's ex, and Roy can't keep his eyes off your ass." Kory can't help giggling at that, warmth streaming under her skin. "I thought Jade was just doing Butch and Cassidy there a favor." Ignoring Jennie's "hey!" Grace continues, "But then I saw you up there, in action." Her whistle is loud and long, and it tingles down Kory's spine.
"Kory's a decorated warrior, famed in several solar systems," Jennie-Lynn pointedly informs Grace, as a giant green pair of pliers pulls the bottle from her hand and pivots to place it in Jennie's. "If I'd hired her for her looks it'd be to model for me. Which we can discuss." She hiccups. "Later."
"Too bad; cameras are fun." Jennie produces an equally giant camera, and Grace laughs and bats one-handed at it till it dissolves. "So, Sparkles. You and Roy?"
"Are old friends," Kory replies, smiling, momentarily wondering how this evening might have gone if he hadn't stayed home to tend his daughter.
Grace's slow, wicked expression makes Kory's smile widen to a grin. "So you two never had sex, ever?"
Kory still misjudges these matters sometimes, but Grace doesn't at all appear to be someone who'd mind knowing. She draws a breath, but before she can say anything, Jennie kneels up so her head isn't quite so far below theirs. "It's not fair to make her kiss and tell."
"What, we should kiss and---" Jade cuts Grace off by indeed kissing her, and Kory leans into Grace's hand kneading her shoulder, murmuring appreciatively as she watches Jennie's little mouth move over Grace's full one, green and red hair interweaving. She realizes she's holding her breath when Grace comes up laughing and she has to gasp for air to laugh with. "So this's how you are with the stick out. You should get sloshed more often!"
Jennie shakes her head even as it tips back, the movement twining down her body into a shimmy. "You just wanna undermine my authority. And anyway, tonight we've got a reason to get drunk."
"And what's that?" Grace's hand stills, her eyes narrowing warily.
"To freedom." Jennie's mouth is firm for a moment, a battle plan glinting in her eyes; then she grins widely and hefts the bottle overhead, its slosh rather diminished. "After all," she adds, and now her eyes gleam ingenuously, "if Kory an' I were married we couldn't have this little girl's night in!"
Maybe and maybe not, Kory thinks, remembering the generous young man Dick was, and could have been. But Grace is laughing and nodding, so, letting her teammates' laughter draw her along, Kory backs Jennie's cheer. "To freedom!" Kory shouts, thinking of children rescued from slavery, and women rescuing themselves.
"And to not being married," Grace adds, and leans over and kisses Kory, her mouth strong and sweet under the alcohol burn, lush and full over Kory's. This isn't the Titans, it's a team all its own, and one Kory's starting to very much enjoy being on. Jennie laughs, falling against them, and Kory wraps her arm around Jennie's little waist as she leans into Grace's kiss.
Fandom: DC Comics
Series/Segment: A Certain Star, Part 6
Rating: R
Pairing: Starfire/Grace/Jade (Kory/Grace/Jennie-Lynn)
Warnings: Femslash, threesome, het mentioned
Spoilers for: The Outsiders "Most Wanted" storyline.
"How in the hell am I supposed to remember, Green Pea?" Grace throws her shoulders back, spreading her arms wide so her customary white halter-top strains over her breasts.
Jennie laughs from near the ceiling, turning loops till her T-shirt flares out. "That's why it's a good question!" Streamers spiral behind her, tinting Grace's apartment with a golden-green glow like spring sunshine in Tamaran's northern forests. The thought makes Kory's eyes suddenly ache with the pressure of tears, and she blinks them back. The drink and the recent gruesome mission are pulling her towards melancholy; she pulls against them, towards life.
That's why she's here with her teammates, sipping this teeth-numbing liquor from Grace's cabinet, watching Jennie-Lynn swirl green light across the ceiling and Grace's sleek muscles shift as she leans forward. Grace is big and strong and wholly unafraid as too few of Earth's women are; when she fights or smiles she reminds Kory of Donna's Amazons, and there's another memory of pain and love that could bring tears to Kory's eyes if she let it.
Instead, she thinks of how Grace would bray laughter at the comparison, and laughs herself. "If Grace forfeits the question--"
"--I forfeit nothing, Sparkles--"
"--You should answer it, Jade." Kory waves to Jennie, who punctuates her tipsy midair dance with a twirl, stops, and falls, possibly a bit heavily, onto the couch between them.
"Whoof!" Jennie shakes her head, whisking Kory's shoulder with her straight soft hair. "All right, Kory, and the name's Jennie-Lynn already." She reaches for the bottle Grace holds, which Grace promptly hoists out of reach of her flailing hands. "Hey!"
"You sure it's legal to fly drunk, Short Stuff?" Grace waggles the bottle, its crimson contents sloshing appetizingly.
"I'll show you sho--ooh!" Jennie flies up to grab the bottle; Grace lunges forward, nuzzling her belly, and her eyes fly open round and green and bright, and Kory's laughing. Perhaps a little wildly, but it feels good to laugh. It looks like it feels good to be where Grace is, too, chuckling deep and nosing her way up Jennie's breastbone, pushing up the loose T-shirt as Jennie catches her shoulder, and closes her eyes, and doesn't move out of reach. "I -- dammit, I forgot my answer. Forgot the question. What was--?"
"You are seriously hammered, Boss Lady." Hands encircling Jenny's waist, Grace kisses her lightly on mouth and hairline, and sets her on the couch. "Might have to cut you off."
"Insubordination, Grace." Jennie brandishes the bottle, and most impressively doesn't choke as she takes a swig. "Yeah, I remember now. Alcohol's good for the brain." Grace laughs loud enough to echo, nearly drowning out Jennie's question as she turns to Kory. "Who's the first villain you ever fought? What'd they do?"
Jennie's face is bright and expectant, and Kory wishes the answer didn't dampen her smile till Jennie's brows draw down. "My sister." Jennie's leaf-green eyes go round again; Grace's widen as well. "We never... got along." A terrible oversimplification, but as Gar's fond of saying, they don't need the whole story.
"Sounds grim." Grace drapes her arm around Kory's shoulders, and Kory leans into the muscled strength. "Did you take her down?"
Kory shakes her head, taking another sip of sweet fire to wash away the bitterness of memories. "No. I should have, I've had several chances, but I never quite could."
"Never saw the point of families, anyway." Grace drops her head back against the couch; Jennie folds her warmly glowing arm through Kory's. "Not for people in this business."
Jennie's smooth arm stiffens with the rest of her. "The best day of my life was when my dad found me, after all those years in group homes." She spits the words the way Kory speaks of the Citadel.
"Must've been a Kodak moment," Grace parries. "No one swooped down and saved my ass. And in my personal experience, most fathers suck somehow or another."
"Anissa wouldn't agree." Jennie's counter is mostly sighed, and she sinks a little into the couch, nestled against Kory's hip.
"Yeah, well, Sorority Girl headed home for a nap hours ago," Grace growls sullenly. "Besides, how many shitfits has her old man pulled so far about her being a cape?"
For a moment their recent case echoes in Kory's thoughts, Grace's childhood ordeals, Lian abducted to strike at Roy. She can understand Grace's attitude, after the horrors of her own youth, with her sister their foremost architect. And yet, she still wants a family so badly she can taste the longing on the back of her tongue. "I would have risked anything for Nightwing and I to have made a home together."
"Huh." Grace takes the bottle from Jennie-Lynn, eyes narrowing over it as she drinks and looks at Kory appraisingly. Both the challenge and the interest are familiarly welcome, and Kory tilts her head and smiles sideways in return. "Lemme ask you a question, Starfire." Kory nods. "When you two were together, did he ever take off the damn mask?"
Kory opens her mouth, and laughs; they all laugh, and Grace squeezes Kory's shoulder with her strong wide hand. This is the team Kory wanted to belong to, peers and fellow warriors. She grips Grace's arm, skin smooth and dense under her palm, and traces the dark lines of ink with her fingertips, a little surprised as ever that tattoos don't alter the texture.
Grace snickers, turning her arm to allow Kory better access, tilting her knee till it rests against Kory's. "It's kinda hard to picture, y'know. Nightwing ever unbending enough for a date. Enough to enjoy a girl like you."
Jennie snorts, hair soft and slightly damp where she's leaning against Kory's side. "Yeah, looking at him now, you'd never think it, but he used to smile all the time, crack these terrible jokes... Remember when we worked together, the Titans and Infinity, Inc.? He was a better leader back when he used to smile."
"He was," Kory ruefully agrees. "And he will be again." She clenches her fist, thinking of the horrible stubborn set of Dick's jaw, and how she intends to see it ease.
"All righty then." Kory only realizes her fist is glowing when she sees Grace's raised eyebrows, her face shadowed in its light. "Y'know, Kory... When you first showed up, I thought you'd been called in to pretty up HQ. You're Nightwing's ex, and Roy can't keep his eyes off your ass." Kory can't help giggling at that, warmth streaming under her skin. "I thought Jade was just doing Butch and Cassidy there a favor." Ignoring Jennie's "hey!" Grace continues, "But then I saw you up there, in action." Her whistle is loud and long, and it tingles down Kory's spine.
"Kory's a decorated warrior, famed in several solar systems," Jennie-Lynn pointedly informs Grace, as a giant green pair of pliers pulls the bottle from her hand and pivots to place it in Jennie's. "If I'd hired her for her looks it'd be to model for me. Which we can discuss." She hiccups. "Later."
"Too bad; cameras are fun." Jennie produces an equally giant camera, and Grace laughs and bats one-handed at it till it dissolves. "So, Sparkles. You and Roy?"
"Are old friends," Kory replies, smiling, momentarily wondering how this evening might have gone if he hadn't stayed home to tend his daughter.
Grace's slow, wicked expression makes Kory's smile widen to a grin. "So you two never had sex, ever?"
Kory still misjudges these matters sometimes, but Grace doesn't at all appear to be someone who'd mind knowing. She draws a breath, but before she can say anything, Jennie kneels up so her head isn't quite so far below theirs. "It's not fair to make her kiss and tell."
"What, we should kiss and---" Jade cuts Grace off by indeed kissing her, and Kory leans into Grace's hand kneading her shoulder, murmuring appreciatively as she watches Jennie's little mouth move over Grace's full one, green and red hair interweaving. She realizes she's holding her breath when Grace comes up laughing and she has to gasp for air to laugh with. "So this's how you are with the stick out. You should get sloshed more often!"
Jennie shakes her head even as it tips back, the movement twining down her body into a shimmy. "You just wanna undermine my authority. And anyway, tonight we've got a reason to get drunk."
"And what's that?" Grace's hand stills, her eyes narrowing warily.
"To freedom." Jennie's mouth is firm for a moment, a battle plan glinting in her eyes; then she grins widely and hefts the bottle overhead, its slosh rather diminished. "After all," she adds, and now her eyes gleam ingenuously, "if Kory an' I were married we couldn't have this little girl's night in!"
Maybe and maybe not, Kory thinks, remembering the generous young man Dick was, and could have been. But Grace is laughing and nodding, so, letting her teammates' laughter draw her along, Kory backs Jennie's cheer. "To freedom!" Kory shouts, thinking of children rescued from slavery, and women rescuing themselves.
"And to not being married," Grace adds, and leans over and kisses Kory, her mouth strong and sweet under the alcohol burn, lush and full over Kory's. This isn't the Titans, it's a team all its own, and one Kory's starting to very much enjoy being on. Jennie laughs, falling against them, and Kory wraps her arm around Jennie's little waist as she leans into Grace's kiss.
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Date: 2007-03-09 04:25 pm (UTC)"Never saw the point of families, anyway." Grace drops her head back against the couch; Jennie folds her warmly glowing arm through Kory's. "Not for people in this business."
Jennie's smooth arm stiffens with the rest of her. "The best day of my life was when my dad found me, after all those years in group homes." She spits the words the way Kory speaks of the Citadel.
"Must've been a Kodak moment," Grace parries. "No one swooped down and saved my ass. And in my personal experience, most fathers suck somehow or another."
"Anissa wouldn't agree." Jennie's counter is mostly sighed, and she sinks a little into the couch, nestled against Kory's hip.
"Yeah, well, Sorority Girl headed home for a nap hours ago," Grace growls sullenly. "Besides, how many shitfits has her old man pulled so far about her being a cape?"
For a moment their recent case echoes in Kory's thoughts, Grace's childhood ordeals, Lian abducted to strike at Roy. She can understand Grace's attitude, after the horrors of her own youth, with her sister their foremost architect. And yet, she still wants a family so badly she can taste the longing on the back of her tongue. "I would have risked anything for Nightwing and I to have made a home together."
*flaily hands*
One, Bechdel's Law yay! Two, that is perfect Grace (and makes me, again, want the story of bouncer!Grace and Slade in a bar, because I am OBSESSIVE) and... I don't know Jade. But your story makes me want to, how she reacts to Kory and Grace and fathers and and and.
Also, now I am back to wanting Diana/Grace. And also eyeing your threesome gleefully.
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Date: 2007-03-10 05:00 pm (UTC)The very same; the same line of the song, in fact. ("Lovers in a Dangerous Time")
I would *love* to see Grace/Slade from you. She'd totally comment that he and Ollie look alike.
*grins and hugs you gratefully* Thank you, sweetie.
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Date: 2007-03-09 10:14 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-03-09 11:29 pm (UTC)It was a fun ride while it lasted!
And yet, she still wants a family so badly she can taste the longing on the back of her tongue. "I would have risked anything for Nightwing and I to have made a home together."
Oh, Kory baby. I really want you to have that too, because you'd make a wonderful loving wife and mother and you deserve it.
I love that this is Kory at the Outsiders. As much as her getting information from the most annoying Bette ever put on paper bothered me, the idea that she was the only one trying to be there for Dick when it was so obvious he needed people doing that -- man I just wish it had've worked.
I horribly love how much of these stories were about Dick as much as they were about Kory *shoves down her red-headed canon OTPs banner* but mostly I just loved so much that it was just so much Kory! I am thrilled, this week has been amazing. You, rocketh!
Also Jade drunk = awesome.
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Date: 2007-03-10 05:05 pm (UTC)Yeah, I can't write about Kory without writing about Dick, nor would I really want to. I love them together; Dick looks good with redheads. :D
As much as her getting information from the most annoying Bette ever put on paper bothered me, the idea that she was the only one trying to be there for Dick when it was so obvious he needed people doing that -- man I just wish it had've worked.
I wish Dick would've let it work. *smacks him* (And yeah, poor Bette was not written well there. But that's a story for another time.)
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Date: 2007-03-10 06:07 am (UTC)It also makes me wish more issues of the Outsiders had been less focussed on angst and Very Special Issues, and more on them getting tipsy and bonding in a way that involved smiles, happiness and lots of nudity.
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Date: 2007-03-10 05:06 pm (UTC)Especially since Winick wrte most of them as being people who'd totally team bond in just that *way*.
I guess it's up to us, then. :D
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Date: 2007-04-02 03:53 pm (UTC)Gorgeous, powerful, dangerous, friendly women being friends and teammates (sisters in arms) with the history the other two don't necessarily know but they still *get* it.
I love stories like this. Post-fight dealing, getting to know teammates. I love this story lots and lots.
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Date: 2007-04-08 06:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-06 01:14 pm (UTC)I don't know Jade well; you make me wish I knew her better.
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Date: 2007-04-08 06:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-17 04:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-18 02:58 am (UTC)Your icon has me picturing Ollie watching all this. *giggles a lot*
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Date: 2008-06-17 09:14 pm (UTC)"He was," Kory ruefully agrees. "And he will be again." She clenches her fist, thinking of the horrible stubborn set of Dick's jaw, and how she intends to see it ease.
Oh, KORY. *is happy that she ended up right and wishes she could reap the benefits of that decision.*
Maybe and maybe not, Kory thinks, remembering the generous young man Dick was, and could have been. But Grace is laughing and nodding, so, letting her teammates' laughter draw her along, Kory backs Jennie's cheer. "To freedom!" Kory shouts, thinking of children rescued from slavery, and women rescuing themselves.
And those lines are just perfect in every way.
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Date: 2008-06-18 01:50 pm (UTC)