(Ask, original stud au, crossover au)
Bell, how often do you stare at Starfire's chest?
The clanging of practice swords echoed through the familiar training grounds of the Twilight Manor. Bell Cranel, despite his growing experience, found his focus… compromised. It wasn't the heat of the sun, nor the weight of his practice blade. It was the radiant alien warrior currently demonstrating a series of graceful, yet immensely powerful, Tamaranean combat forms nearby.
Starfire, in a surprisingly modest (for her) but still form-fitting training outfit, moved with an otherworldly elegance. Each kick sent ripples through the air, each punch seemed to displace the very light. And with every movement, Bell's eyes, despite his desperate attempts to keep them on his own footing, found themselves drawn.
Specifically, they were drawn to the twin, gravity-defying peaks that strained against her purple fabric.
"Bell, how often do you stare at Starfire's chest?"
The blunt, amused question came from Welf Crozzo, who leaned against a nearby pillar, arms crossed, a knowing smirk on his face. Bell yelped, nearly tripping over his own feet. His face flushed a spectacular shade of crimson, a hue that would put even Starfire's Starbolts to shame.
"W-W-Welf! What kind of question is that?!" Bell stammered, his voice cracking. He risked a quick, terrified glance at Starfire, who had paused her training, a curious, sweet, and utterly naive smile gracing her lips. Her emerald eyes, wide and innocent, fixed on him.
"Oh, friend Bell, is something amiss?" she asked, her voice a melodic purr that did absolutely nothing to calm Bell's racing heart. "You appear… distressed. Have I perhaps offended you with my inadequate demonstration?"
"N-N-No! Not at all, Starfire-san!" Bell blurted out, waving his hands frantically. He could feel the heat radiating from his ears. "Y-Y-Your training is amazing! It's super powerful and… and beautiful!"
Welf let out a low chuckle, nudging Bell with his elbow. "He's just admiring your… techniques, Starfire. Right, Bell?"
Bell's mind raced, desperately searching for an escape, an excuse, anything to avoid the truth. But under Starfire's genuinely concerned gaze, and Welf's knowing smirk, he felt his resolve crumble.
"I-I-It's not like I tried to stare at them, b-but they are so… so… prominent!" Bell managed, his voice barely a whisper. He squeezed his eyes shut, wishing the ground would swallow him whole.
Starfire tilted her head, her smile unwavering, if a little confused. "Prominent? Is this a deficiency in my anatomy? On Tamaran, such features are considered… desirable. Though I confess, I have not encountered such an intense reaction to them before." Her eyes, still wide and innocent, seemed to be genuinely trying to understand. "Are they perhaps… too large for this world? Do they cause you discomfort, friend Bell?"
Bell's face went from crimson to a deep, bruised purple. He could only manage a choked, gurgling sound, unable to form coherent words. Welf, meanwhile, had to clap a hand over his mouth to stifle his booming laughter, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
Starfire, ever the empathetic alien, seemed to misinterpret Bell's speechless agony. She took a step closer, her hand reaching out. "Perhaps I should attempt to… compress them? I have some knowledge of adapting my form for various atmospheres and gravitational pulls. Would this make you more comfortable, friend Bell?"
Bell finally found his voice, a high-pitched squeak. "N-N-NO! Please, Starfire-san! They're perfect! Don't change a thing!" He clamped his hands over his eyes, praying for the sweet release of unconsciousness.
Welf finally gave in, leaning against the pillar and roaring with laughter. "Oh, Bell, you poor, innocent fool."
