AN: This was the first thing I ever wrote pairing Beast Boy and Starfire. It was originally requested by someone on Tumblr as a kiss in a closet, but I was only coming up with angst for that, and I wanted the first real thing I wrote for this pairing to be as joyous as they are. Hence, no closet, but there's certainly some kissing.

Disclaimer: Not mine, but I'd totally smash these two together in at least a few alternate-reality comics if they were.

Magazine Kisses

"Listen to the title of this article, Beast Boy!" Starfire's voice broke the companionable silence that had settled between them. "Twenty-Seven Different Kinds of Kisses to Try With Your Man. Truly, Cosmotopian must research these matters quite thoroughly to produce such a number."

"Twenty-seven, huh?" the changeling replied, flipping another page of his comic book and wiggling his bare toes in the grass. Such epiphanies were common on his lazy afternoons reading with the alien princess, and he took them in stride. "Not twenty-six or twenty-eight?"

"Oh, no! The article is most specific." A dreamy sigh floated from the girl lying beside him. "I would very much like to try these different kinds of kisses."

Beast Boy gave a little laugh, not taking his eyes from the multi-paneled romance developing between Duskcreeper and Shadecat. "That makes two of us. You've got me curious now."

"Very well, then. Shall we try them together?"

The shapeshifter froze. Blinking, he lowered his comic book. "I think something got lost in translation there. Mind saying that in different words? Cause I'm pretty sure you didn't mean to say what it sounds like you just—"

"I wish to kiss you, Garfield Logan. I want to make lip contact with you in many different ways and for a prolonged period of time." The princess tilted her head and gave him a smile that was more than a little predatory. "Am I being clear enough?"

Thirty-two stapled pages fell from slack fingers. "What?" Beast Boy squeaked. "Why?"

Starfire giggled. "Why not? You have expressed a desire for the same things I would like to experience. Is it not logical, then, to try with one another?"

"But, but…" Sputtering, wide-eyed, the changeling fumbled for that one problem that was somewhere on the tip of his tongue, sliding around and refusing to be named. There was somebody… "Robin!" he exclaimed.

Two green lakes froze over, and Starfire rose to her feet. "Robin has had his chance," she declared in a tone allowing no argument. "He asked for time after Tokyo, and I have given him time. Three years is more than generous. I am done waiting for him to decide if I am worth his attention."

Swallowing hard, Beast Boy nodded. He'd forgotten how intimidating Starfire could be… and how hot that was. "Noted," he croaked, standing to join her. "But, ummm… me? Are you sure? I mean, you don't think of me as just a brother or something?"

Starfire shook her head. "We are indeed family, and I do see you as a 'brother in arms,' but this does not preclude other connections as would a blood link." She looked him directly in the eyes. "Do you see me as a sister in such a way?"

The shapeshifter fought the urge to squirm under Starfire's gaze. "I… I thought I was supposed to, so I tried," he confessed. "It didn't really work, though. You're just so beautiful and sweet, and when you kick bad guy butt it's even harder to ignore how hot you are. I mean, like every boy ever has wanted to meet a warrior princess, and you are one for real, plus you're a total hottie… but then you're so nice to everyone, and sometimes you still get confused by earth things and that's cute too and it makes me feel great when I can help you and… I'm babbling aren't I?"

The Tamaranean giggled. "Yes. It is most cute."

"Crap," he muttered, hand rubbing the back of his head. "I just get kinda worked up when—" He stopped dead. "Wait, did you just say…"

"Yes, Beast Boy," she replied. "It is cute, as are many things that you do. Now, would you like to share the numerous kinds of kisses with me?"

A grin began to creep across Beast Boy's face, but something painful twisted inside him, and he backed away. "Wait," he murmured. "I'm not just a charity case for you, am I?"

Starfire's face turned to stone. "Garfield Mark Logan," she growled, "You will state your reasons for believing such a wretched lie."

Trying and failing to suppress a squeak, Beast Boy scrambled for answers. Unfortunately, they were all too easy to find. "Come on, Star," he mumbled, eyes downcast. "You're you, and I'm just… me."

Eyes softening, the Tamaranean placed a hand on his shoulder. "You are partially correct; you are you, indeed, but you could never be 'just' anything. Tell me: what makes you think that I would not desire to kiss you?"

Beast Boy snorted. "Well for starters, I'm green."

"And I am orange," Starfire replied. "An unconventional color combination, but quite aesthetically pleasing. Is there another reason?"

"I'm not smart like the rest of the Titans."

"Perhaps not in the same way as Raven, true," she conceded, "But not all intelligence is measured by knowledge of books. More excuses?"

Beast Boy sighed. "I'm just… I'm the immature kid, the comic relief. I really don't get what you see in me."

Gentle fingers brushed his cheek, and he looked up into the most beautiful green eyes in several galaxies. "I see a brave, compassionate, optimistic young man who makes me laugh when I am most in need of cheer. I see a capable leader who puts the needs of others before his own." She smirked. "I also see, to borrow your words, a 'total hottie'. You have grown up these past few years, Garfield, and I am not speaking only of your emotional maturity." Starfire's eyes roamed his body, and a low rumble, inaudible to anyone without enhanced hearing, began in her chest. Beast Boy had heard it coming from her on a few occasions around Robin, and when they had first met Aqualad.

"Whoa," he whispered. "You really do like me." There was a rushing sound in his ears, and pressure swam around the corners of his consciousness. Okay, Gar, his Inner Cyborg admonished, fainting right now would be pretty much the ultimate way to ruin the moment. Sit, boy, sit. And so he did.

Starfire, for her part, merely nodded, bringing expectant eyes to meet his and arching her eyebrows.

There was a moment of awkward silence, then Beast Boy remembered what Starfire had wanted in the first place. "Oh! Uh, soooo," he stammered, fingers drumming together, "You said there was a list of, uh, kisses?"

The smile Starfire gave the changeling could have melted even Slade's heart. "Indeed," she replied, stooping to retrieve the magazine before lying down beside him. One finger on the page as she leaned into Beast Boy, she read aloud. "Number One: The First Kiss."

With that, Beast Boy brought a gentle hand to her cheek, took a deep breath, and gave it his best try.

That afternoon, Beast Boy discovered two very important facts about kissing an alien princess. First, the height difference between the meant he had to get creative at times. Second, and more importantly, he had to hang on for dear life when things started getting good… but kisses while floating in midair were totally worth it.