Blue Jay's Flight

Make Up and Make Out

        I was sitting down back on the couch in front of the T.V and was waiting for something exciting to happen. Nightwing was in the kitchen making something that smelt delicious.

        I craned my neck over to look over at him and said, "I didn't know you could cook."

        He smirked and said, "There are a lot of things you don't know about me. For example, I used to date Zatanna."

        I pressed my lips together. "Wow."

        "Yup. So, do you think you could make more of your cookies? They're amazing."

        Nightwing's head turned back to what he was cooking and I stood up from the couch. It was then that I realized that my muscles were aching, and I wasn't sure why. I walked over towards him and leaned on his shoulder. His arm went around my waist and he leaned his own head on mine. "What're you cooking?" I asked.

        "A pasta sauce," he replied. "I learned how to do it while I was undercover in Italy. You'd like it there."

        I sighed and said, "I'll fix the cookies, once my shoulder muscles stop hurting-"

        Before I knew it, his fingers were skillfully rubbing my back muscles and I leaned back into him. "Oh, yeah. That feels nice...Can you teach me how to cook Italian?"

        I felt him laugh and he gently grasped my right arm. "Grab the spoon and slowly stir the sauce in the pan." He made stirring moves with my arm while his other hand was rested on my hip. "You don't want to stir it too fast, or else it'll start to get chunky and all of the pieces will stick together. I cannot tell you how many times I got yelled at by a grumpy old Italian woman."

        I giggled a little and I felt his head rest in between my neck and my shoulder. It sent goosebumps throughout my body and I continued to slowly stir the amazing smelling sauce.

        "There,"  he whispered. "All done. Take the pan off of the burner." I did as he said and took it off the burner next to the pot of boiling water and Nightwing put a bag of regular noodles in it. "Now, we wait for the pasta to finish. I think you'll love it. I'm hungry, however, and I don't have the patience to wait..."

        His lips kissed my earlobe and I giggled, "That tickles."

        "Really?" he asked with a mischievous laughed and he wrapped me up tightly with my arms pinned to my side and he continued to kiss the same spot. I cried out playfully, because it really did tickle! I tried to get out of his arms, but he was too damn strong! So, I continued to laugh and laugh helplessly as even his tongue got involved. Chills went all over my body and tried not to scream because it tickled so much.

        I then thrusted all of my weight forward and we both flipped over. Nightwing landed with a hard thud and I flipped over onto my stomach. He groaned in pain as I laid on his chest and I placed my head in the palms of my hands like a little kid watching T.V.

        "You're loosing your touch," I said and tapped his nose. "When was the last time I got the better of you?"

        "What makes you think you've gotten the better of me?" he asked and suddenly pressed my waist closer to his body. "I have you exactly where I want you, my Little Birdy."

        My eyes widened. "You pervert!"

        He sniggered as I struggled to get off of him. His grip tightened and he hugged me close to him. "If you really wanted to get away, you would've beaten the crap out of me by now."

        I glared at him and said, "Fine. You got me. So what are you planning to do with me, Boy Wonder?"

        His grinned evilly and said, "First, I'm going to get that pot off of the boiling water, and we'll continued this later."

        He let me go and like the ninja he was, he hopped up onto his feet.

        I pursed my lips and leaned back on the couch to watch him. He drained the pasta and then got out two bowls. He took a pair of tongs and put the pasta into the bowls and then put the sauce on. He set them down on the table and said, "Enjoy."

        I sat down at the table and my mouth almost melted at the smell. I took the fork and stuffed some in my face. "Holy crap!" I said through a stuffed face full of pasta. "This is amazing!"

        He smiled in satisfaction. "Good. Now, go make me cookies, woman!"

        I glared at him and said, "Ask nicely and I might. You know how I feel about taking orders from someone so rude."

        "You know," he then said in a more serious tone. "You'll have to confront Lex-"

        "Oh come on!" I protested and got up from the chair.

        "No wait!" he said. "Jazz! You know I'm right. He will confront you again wether you appreciate it or not. And he might not  be so nice about it next time. You can't stay in here forever."

        I glared at him and said, "No, but he can't fly. And I can fly. Even Batman couldn't fine me. YOU couldn't find me! You had to DRUG me to get me to come along with you!"

        He groaned and stood up. "Why are you so damn STUBBORN?! Yes, you're skilled! More skilled then a lot of people! I get that! For shits sake, you beat the crap out of me when Selina died! You're fucking dangerous and everyone knows it! But I can't take the risk of knowing that you could be taken and then potentially killed. Red Arrow was CLONED and kept in ice for EIGHT YEARS! If that ever happened to you, I would never forgive myself!"

        "It's not your damn decision!" I shot back. "I'm sick of being protected by you! Why can't you just let me-"

        "Because I love you!"

        I completely froze and my eyes widened. "Wh-what?"

        He walked up closer to me and repeated, "I love you, Jasmine. Is that so hard to believe? Why the hell do you think I went to such lengths to try and get you here, with me? At first, I just really liked you and I saw that there was good in you. Then, you jumped in front of that bullet just to save me. So yes, I love you. And I wish that-"

        Before he could say another word, I kissed him firmly on the lips and said, "I love you too. Why do you think I jumped in front of that bullet in the first place?"

        He replied so enthusiastically that he lifted me off of my feet by my legs and carried me over to the table where he set me down and jammed his lips onto mine. I kissed him back and his tongue started to dance with mine as our lips moved together. I tightened my legs around him to bring him closer to me and he squeezed my waist tightly to him. I felt his fingers playing at the end of my shirt and I pulled his mask off.

        "We-should...find-a....room," I said in between kisses.

        "Fine," he replied and picked me up once more. He had stopped kissing me and was now running down the hall to an empty room. He locked the door behind him and practically threw me onto the bed.

        I pulled him down next to me and I rolled onto his chest and continued to kiss him. His hands slid down to my butt and I did not care one tiny little bit. He suddenly sat up quickly and pulled the first part of his suit off and then my mask. I then yanked off my own shirt and pulled down his jumpsuit from his shoulders.

        "Nice abs," I said and I felt his lips smirk.

        I moved my legs so that my boots came off and his hands squeezed my butt even tighter. My legs were now on either side of him and I felt his boner that made me tingle in the same spot. His kisses then moved down from my neck and in between my cleavage while I pulled off my skirt. With one fluid movement, he pressed forward and pushed me down onto my back where he continued to kiss my torso.

        "Damn," I said. "Who knew pasta could make people this horny."
       
        He had to stop kissing me just to burst out into laughter. His lips moved back up to mine while his fingers fumbled around at my underwear.

        "Go for it," I said.