Worse than it seems (4/4)(Closed)

Starfire smiled a little, following him. She was wearing a lilac pajama shirt and darker mauve pajama shorts. Her long red hair was a bit messy from laying in bed, trying to sleep, but her green eyes glittered with alertness.

Winston turned on the light in the kitchen, wincing as his eyes seared from how bright it was. After a few moments of wincing, he headed towards the fridge, opening it up and sighing.
"Well, there's enough milk for one glass." He pulled the gallon out and shut the door. "Guess I can live without milk this time."

Starfire blinked several times before her eyes finally adjusted to the light. "Or we could split it," Starfire suggested. "It is your childhood snack."

He tilted his head for a moment. "If you're alright with it, sure."
He then pulled a hidden panned from under the pantry, and out came a full box of Oreos. Winston turned to her with a small smile. "So, they haven't found it yet."

"You have a secret stash?" she asked innocently, the idea never having occurred to her. She smiled. "So cookies and milk then?"

He nodded, scooting past her to grab a cup. Their hands touch in passing and Winston had to hold back a small blush as he opened the cupboard and pulled out a large glass.

Starfire glanced at him as their hands touched, feeling a zing of electricity. She tried not to blush and instead focused on the food. “I hope this helps me sleep.”

"It'll either get you to sleep," he said, pouring out the milk, "Or keep you up all night. It's a little hit or miss, to be honest."

“Oh,” she said. She had sort of thought that it actually made someone just fall asleep, but didn’t voice the thought. “Well, at least if it ends up keeping me awake, you’ll be awake with me.”

Winston smiled slightly as he handed the cupp to her. "I wouldn't call that much of a plus. I'm known to be a bit moody."

Starfire smiled. “Of course it’s a plus,” she replied before taking a long sip and handing it back. Milk had an odd flavor. She made a face without realizing it.

He snorted, gesturing to her lips as he walked over to the table. "You got a milk mustache."

“What?” she asked, confused. She licked above her lips in an attempt to feel it. “Why would I have a mustache made of milk?”

He sat down and opened up the Oreos, motioning for her to sit down to. "It gets stuck up there whenever you drink. Just wipe it off with your hand."

Starfire attempted to do as he instructed. “Did I get it?” she asked, sitting down next to him.

He chuckled quietly. "Not at all."
He reached over and gently wiped the milk from her upper lip as he pulled an Oreo from the package. "The best part of these cookies are when you dip them into the milk."

Starfire raised an eyebrow, the tingles from him touching her fading. “You dip them in the milk?” she asked, watching curiously.

He nodded, showing her how to do it before popping the whole cookie into his mouth. "Tastes awesome."

She giggled. “If you say so.” She copied him, enjoying the taste more than the plain milk. This made it less weird and more bearable, and almost good. Okay, so she loved it.

He saw the look in her eyes and grinned. "See? I told you.'

Starfire grinned too. “You were right,” she agreed. “The midnight snacks are good! Now let us find out if they will help us sleep or not.”

"Well, finish off the milk first," he said, closing the Oreo packet and returning it to his hidden spot. To be honest, he really didn't want to go back to sleep. He'd be content with staying up with Starfire all night. Yet, something within him prrevented him from telling her, so he kept his mouth shut.

“Are you sure you don’t want it?” she asked, looking at him. “You’ve barely had any, and it tastes weird to me.” She offered him the glass with a smile.

He took it and gulped it all down, figuring there was no point in waiting to drink it all. He set the cup into the sink and wiped the mustache from his upper lip. "Well….goodnight, I guess."

“Good night,” she said hesitantly, realizing she didn’t really mind if she couldn’t fall asleep just yet if she got to spend more time with him. “Maybe we should wait a bit, just to make sure it works?”

He didn't bother holding back a smile. "Yeah, maybe we should." He walked over to the lightswitch in the kitchen, waiting for her to walk out first.

Starfire walked back to the couch, glancing behind her before sitting down. She didn’t feel very tired, but maybe it took a minute to work. She honestly wasn’t sure whether she cared anymore.

He turned off the light and walked through the dark room, plopping down beside her with a grunt. "I'm still not feeling very tired," he admitted.

“Neither am I,” she agreed. “But this isn’t so bad.” She brushed back a lock of hair.

He ran a hand over his shaved head and smiled. In the dark, he could unabashedly stare at her features without worry. "Your eyes glow in the dark."