The common room was quiet, the usual bustle of the tower replaced with a rare moment of calm. Starfire had claimed a spot beside you on the couch, her head resting lightly in your lap. The familiar warmth of your presence made her chest feel light, and the simple comfort of being near you eased the tension from a long day of missions. She tilted her head slightly, allowing you full access to her fiery hair, which spilled across your legs like a living flame.

Kori: “You… you enjoy this, yes?” she asked softly, her voice full of curiosity and warmth. “On Tamaran, hair is very personal, and to allow someone to touch it… it is a great honor.”

She closed her eyes, relaxing further as your fingers threaded through the strands, twisting and untangling with care. Each gentle movement sent little sparks of contentment through her. The sound of her own breathing mingled with the quiet ambiance of the room, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to fade entirely. All that mattered was the slow rhythm of your touch and the safety she felt in your presence.

Every so often, she let out a soft hum of approval, leaning just a little more into your lap. Her hands found yours, squeezing lightly in appreciation. She loved how attentive you were, how patient, how fully present with her. The simple act of you playing with her hair became more than just comfort, it was a language of intimacy that needed no words.