Marry The Lantern

Arisia proved an excellent house guest. Firstly on Earth itself, saving people, fighting bad guys, doing the Green Lantern Corps proud. And secondly as a guest in Hal’s apartment. When he got back from Ferris Air, he found she had a hot dinner waiting for him that put his cooking to shame. Especially since he’d had thirty-odd—forty-odd years on the planet, and she’d only had a couple of months.

Thankfully, he was a better dresser. All Arisia wore was one of his old shirts. The hem came down to just under her cute little ass. Hal tried not to look to see if it stayed there. He knew she was an adult on her world, but by God, on Earth she was only thirteen. Not that any thirteen-year-old Hal had ever met looked like all that. Tall, tawny, with a tan any beach bunny would kill for, Arisia looked like every blonde bombshell cheerleader Hal’d ever crushed on in high school. Long legs, nubile body, pert little ass, breasts that were just a little smaller than his big hands... it was hard for Hal to look away from her dangling collar. On his big, rough neck, it was a little tight, but on Arisia’s swanlike throat, it hung down to her clavicle—not showing any of her small breasts, but drawing the eye irresistibly to that area, where their swell could be seen inside the billowing shirt. 

Hal cleared his throat. Arisia was his partner, nothing more. Even if she were crushing on him—using her ring to make big, beefy constructs that looked a lot like him. Making Hal feel a bit put-out that ring-constructs were getting to have all the fun while he played Mr. Responsible. Dammit, there was a reason he’d avoided promotion like the plague. He belonged in a cockpit, flying by the seat of his pants, not being a pencil pusher, a commanding officer, or a school dance chaperone. He was at least self-aware enough to know that he was a big kid, not much more mature than that young buck Kyle—why turn him into something he wasn’t?

Hal stared at his food, trying to only notice Arisia so far as her voice. “So, how do you like Earth?”

Arisia mused: “Mostly harmless.”

“Yeah, so I’m told. Sorry I can’t show you around more, but I do have a day job. Say, what do you do all day while I’m away at work?”

“Oh, you know. I see if any superheroes need my help, or if there’s laundry or dishes to do. I really like hanging out with the Teen Titans. I think they might give me an honorary position on their team!”

Christ, now she’s joining the Teen Titans. How jailbait can you get? “You’re, uhh…” Hal’s jaw tightened. “There are boys on the Titans, correct?”

“Of course, Hal,” Arisia smiled. “There are boys on every team, except the Birds of Prey.”

Hal tried to keep eating and realized, when his fork scraped the plate, that there was nothing left but sauce. If only he could get her a slot on the Birds. But after that rumor started about him and Zinda and Helena, he doubted they would do him any favors. But he really had thought it was them! Anyone would, after seven tequila sunrises…

With a spark from his power ring, Hal sent his plate to the sink and gave it some water to soak in. Arisia did the same.

“You should be careful,” Hal said, watching Arisia walk out of the dining room. Her shirt was so short on her that he could see she had a thigh gap. “Boys can be a load of trouble.”

“They’re pretty dumb,” Arisia shrugged. “Not mature like me. You grow up pretty fast on Graxos IV.” 

“Pretty something,” Hal muttered, following her into the living room. 

He was about to suggest dessert when he saw while she was sitting on the couch, her legs curled underneath her, her shirt as high on her hips as a belt. A shock of white panties interrupted the coppery yellow of her skin, and it surprised Hal to realize how close he’d come to seeing her womanhood down there.

“Hey, you don’t go outside like that, right?”

“Of course not!” Arisia replied, grinning. “I put on a pair of sandals. I wouldn’t want to step on something.”

Hal could feel his ears reddening. He hoped it didn’t show on his face, but from the way Arisia was smiling at him… “You’re messing with me.”

Arisia’s innocent smile widened until it wasn’t so innocent. “Yeah. I put on pants. Wouldn’t want anyone to see the hole in my panties.”

“Hole in your panties?” Hal repeated. His mouth suddenly felt particularly full of saliva, but he resisted the urge to swallow.

“Oh yes.” Arisia nodded unselfconsciously, like a child, but he could sense a wicked enjoyment in the air—like she was getting off on teasing him. Poor choice of words, Hal. “See?”

She spread her legs and Hal felt heat flood into his groin, stiffening his cock and making it grow. He could see a hole in Arisia’s panties, alright. They were crotchless panties and they showed him her naked cunt in all its pursed, pouting splendor. The damn thing didn’t even have any hairs on it, although he wasn’t sure he could blame that on Arisia’s age or one more instant of her taking after Earth trends. She was wearing her hair like Lily James, according to her.

“I… don’t think you should wear those panties,” Hal told her.

“Why not?” Arisia asked him, her legs still apart, now running her fingers over the opening like he would worry at a hole in his jeans. “Don’t you want me to wear panties?”

“Yeah, yes, of course—don’t you have a better pair somewhere?” Hal asked, moving closer—unable to take his eyes off her open thighs. And he’d thought that Sailor Scout uniform of hers showed off her legs well…

“No,” Arisia said regretfully. “I need to get some new ones. Some nicer ones. These are so bad. Look—you can’t even stop looking at them, that’s how bad they are.”