You don't need french kisses
The busy days of the day-to-day life of a Legionnaire often give Nura and Querl little time to spend with one another. They will share breakfast, cups of decaf Nubian blend, but most likely won’t see one another until late into the night, that is if all goes well and Nura doesn't have a mission to attend, or Lightning Lad doesn't have any a number of projects to be dropped off at the Lab Complex
They are often so tired that they only kiss each other good night sloppily at half-way corner of the mouth and cheek.
But when Nura has Querl in bed, and he’s lying there, eyelids, slightly-parted green lips, warm fingertips brushing against her side as she turns over…how can she not help but place her hand on his cheek and kiss him on the lips passionately.
The term is ‘make love’, and Nura and Querl do have love - it is just hard to see from the outside looking in. So Nura and Querl make love, no holding back through each kiss, and each touch only makes the moment that much more intimate.
After they make love, she lays on her side, hand gently against the pillow, half-asleep, awake enough to feel Querl’s fingers as they thread soothingly through her white hair.
