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lady_sarai) wrote2008-06-15 01:48 am
Before and After ficlets!
Friday night I posted a Before or After meme, which went something like this:
Give me a pairing you know I can write and I'll write you a drabble about the beginning (or the end) of their first time having sex.
Here are my requests and answers! They were kind of a lot of fun, especially since they strained my comfort zone a little.
(Also, I have EPIC FAIL at the drabble. These are all too long for that.)
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second_batgirl asked for Dick/Roy, and it was too big for comments. Oops.
Also, not *technically* following the rules here--this is not so much their first time, as the first time they *really* try to make things work. Imagine it set sometime very early OYL, and canon is hand-wavy.
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Roy waited until he knew Lian was in the car with Ollie and watched them drive away before he turned to Dick.
Dick gave him a small smile and sat on the arm of the couch. “Hi.”
“Hi,” Roy replied, a bit tensely. He stared at the other man for a long moment before shaking his head and heading to the kitchen. “Do you want anything? We’ve got beer… uh, milk and juice—juice boxes…”
“I’m good,” Dick said, following Roy. He leaned against the doorjamb, frowning slightly as he watched Roy putter about the kitchen. As far as Dick could tell, he wasn’t actually doing anything—except avoid Dick. “Roy.”
Roy shut the refrigerator with a forceful snap, and turned to face him. “You’re back.”
Dick took a slow breath. “Yeah. I’m back.”
“You’ve been back.”
Dick shifted his weight, trying not to fidget. “Not that long—there was—“
“I know.” Roy interrupted, annoyed. “I know about Gotham, and about the imposter Nightwing. I think you’d be surprised at everything I know.”
Dick took a deep breath. “Okay.”
Roy stared at him, his mouth dropping open. “Okay?” he repeated incredulously. “That’s all you have to say?”
“What do you want, Roy? I haven’t seen anyone yet—you’re the first one.”
“I want to know why you run away every time things get tough,” Roy exploded, glaring at him. “I want to know why you left for a year without even coming to tell us in person.”
Dick stiffened and forced himself to take a slow breath. He should have known this wasn’t going to be easy. “Roy—I needed… I was a mess. I was—really screwed up. You knew that. And more importantly—Tim needed me. He needed that trip, and I had to be there for him because… I really screwed up when his dad died. I wasn’t at all what he needed me to be, and—I had to fix that.”
Roy sat at the table and was silent for a moment. “Okay. But--why were you so screwed up? What happened?”
Dick took another slow, deep breath. He forced himself to relax and breathe normally. “It’s—a long story.”
“Don’t give me any of that bullshit about letting Blockbuster be killed,” Roy interrupted fiercely. “Because—“
“Roy.” Dick stopped him, feeling the familiar beginnings of a panic attack. “I’m not—I can’t talk about it. Yet.”
Roy’s frown deepened and he looked at Dick closely. “Dick…”
“No. Look—this is more than I’ve told… anyone. It’s the first time I’ve talked about it at all. Bruce has no idea. Tim doesn’t know. I’m telling you, and this—is as much as I can say right now. It took me over a year to get this far, so don’t—“
“Dick,” Roy interrupted. At some point during Dick’s speech, he had stood and crossed the kitchen to stand in front of him. He put a hand on Dick’s arm. “I won’t push you. I promise. But—you have to promise me something, too.”
Dick nodded, unable to speak with Roy standing that close and looking at him like that.
“Don’t do that again,” Roy said softly. “Don’t run. Don’t lash out at me again, because eventually I’m going to stop letting you apologize.”
Dick swallowed the lump in his throat. “I did a lot of thinking,” he said, “when we were traveling. There was a lot of time for it.”
“What did you think about?”
“A lot. Tim. Bruce. Me. Babs. Wally. Donna.” He paused. “You.”
“Yeah?”
Dick nodded. “Especially me. About—what I want. And need.”
Roy was still holding his upper arm, tightening his grip without realizing it. “Did you decide anything?”
Dick nodded slowly, watching Roy’s face closely. “I’ve really missed you.”
Roy was silent, watching him for what seemed like forever before letting go of his arm and stepping back. “Are you saying—“
“Yes.” He took a step forward but Roy held up a hand and he stopped.
Roy took a deep breath, pinching his nose. “Look, this is—you’ve been such an ass since Donna died and even when she came back… Then you left for a year and you show up on my doorstep and you want to—what? Pick up where we left off? For Christ’s sake, Dick, you proposed to Babs!”
Dick winced. “I know. That—I really wasn’t myself. She broke it off, and—if she hadn’t, I would have. I had to figure some stuff out, Roy.”
“Can you honestly tell me you’ve got it all figured out?”
Dick hesitated. “Not—everything.”
“So why,” Roy demanded, turning fiercely to glare at him, “should I even let you finish talking? You don’t even know if I’m interested, and you just waltz in here, assuming—“
“I never assumed anything!” Dick interrupted, reaching out and grabbing Roy’s elbow. “I needed to see you. If you want me to leave, I’ll leave, but Roy, I’m trying. I’m really trying.”
Roy sighed. “It’s not just me,” he said quietly. “If we—there’s Lian. And you’ve already hurt her more than I should forgive you for.”
Dick winced, wounded more by that than anything else. “I know.”
They stood still for a long moment. Roy broke the silence. “Convince me.”
Dick’s eyes widened and he looked at Roy, a little disbelieving. “You—“ he stopped, swallowing. He took a steadying breath. “I can’t promise that it’ll work,” he said eventually and gave a lopsided smirk. “It’s us, after all. But—I’m trying. I will try. I swear I won’t—no more trips around the world. No more running.”
Roy’s eyes narrowed, and Dick took a deep breath and stepped closer, grabbing Roy’s other elbow. “It took a while,” he said in a low voice, “to sort myself out. But when I did… All I could think about was you. And Lian. I just…” He trailed off, staring at Roy’s mouth.
Roy gripped Dick’s elbows in return, giving him a quick, hard shake. “Just what?”
“I just wanted to do this.” He leaned in and kissed him.
Roy stilled, surprised by the sudden movement. When his brain restarted, he pulled back, out of Dick’s grasp. “You can’t just…” He took a deep breath. “There’s Lian. If we do this, and it doesn’t work…”
“So we make it work. I’m not interested in messing around. Not this time.”
Roy continued looking at him intently, and then burst into motion. He grabbed Dick by the shoulders and pushed him back until he bumped against the counter, kissing him fiercely. “Good, Me either.”
*
2)milleniumrex asked for Rose/Bart. Imagine this sometime after he's not dead. Because he's coming back, damn it.
*
Rose collapsed back against the pillows. She gave a breathless laugh and turned her head to grin at Bart.
He gave her a sheepish smile in return. “Sorry,” he muttered.
She raised an eyebrow, confused. “Why are you sorry?”
Bart shrugged, looking uncomfortably, and gestured. “Well—I was—kindoffast,” he muttered, turning a brilliant shade of red.
Rose snorted and pushed at his shoulder playfully. “With you? I expected fast.”
He gave her another sheepish grin, ducking his head a little. “Sorry,” he said again.
Rose shook her head, looking at him incredulously. “Are you kidding?”
Bart blinked at her. “Huh?”
“How did you—where did you learn all that?”
Bart stared blankly at her before a slow smile crossed his face. “I have my ways.”
Rose rolled her eyes. “Oh, drop the mysterious act, you suck at it.”
He laughed, then shrugged, looking sheepish again. “I read a library,” he explained helplessly. “Or two. Maybe three now, I’ve lost track. Anyway, yeah. Lots of books. On everything. And then some. Did you know that the Kama Sutra isn’t actually a sex manual or a religious text? Also, there is no such thing as a red fern.”
Rose blinked at him. “Red what now?”
“Fern. You know, Where the Red Fern Grows? There’s no such thing as a red fern. It could be a kind of grape-fern—“
Rose interrupted him with a kiss, laughing helplessly when she pulled away again. “God, Bart, you really do have the attention span of a goldfish.”
“Three seconds. And people tend to confuse attention span with long-term memory—“
“Bart. shut up.” She shook her head, bemused. “We just had pretty amazing sex and you’re rambling about goldfish.”
“Sorry,” he said, grinning. “I can think of a few ways to make it up to you.”
“Really?”
“I read a lot.”
*
3)alphabet26 asked me to "Write George/Izzie like it SHOULD have been, not all drunk and adulterous. -_-" So!
Spoilers for season 4 of Grey's Anatomy:
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“George?”
George rolled over, rubbing his eyes and blinking tiredly in the light spilling from the hallway. “Izzie? Whassamatter?”
Izzie came into the room, shutting the door behind her quietly and padding softly across the room in her barefeet. She stood next to his bed, twisting the hem of her pink pajama top in her hands anxiously. “I, uh—I couldn’t sleep.”
George looked up at her, half asleep. “Bad dream?” he asked, fuzzy.
She hesitated and shook her head, sitting on the edge of his bed. “No. Yes.”
George rolled onto his side, looking at her more closely in the moonlight—he was waking up now, and starting to worry. Was she crying? “Iz? What is it? Are you okay?”
“I—I did have a dream,” she confessed, picking at his comforter. George didn’t say anything, reaching out and touching her arm. Izzie glanced down at his hand on her elbow. “You married Callie,” she blurted out.
George’s eyes widened. “What?”
“You married Callie and then you and I got drunk and we had sex, George, sex while you were married—to Callie Torres! I broke up your marriage! You got a divorce because of me! Because we were in love, and we had drunken sex while you were married and then, George, then? When we tried to have sex again it was horrible! We had bad sex, George. Really, terrifically, horrible sex! We committed drunken adultery and you got a divorce and then our sex sucked and we broke up!”
George blinked at her for nearly a full minute before he dropped his head back to his pillow and started laughing helplessly.
Izzie glared at him and smacked his arm. “George! Come on, this is serious! It was horrible!”
George gasped between gales of laughter, wiping his eyes. “Oh God, Izzie, that’s just—it’s so ridiculous!”
“George!”
“No, really! Izzie, listen to yourself! That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard! We would never do that!”
Izzie was quiet for a minute, looking at him. “Is it really that ridiculous?”
George stopped short. “Huh?”
She ducked her head, taking a deep breath. “I just mean—is it so ridiculous to think that we might—you know.”
He blinked, sitting up. He was totally lost. “Iz—you would never knowingly break up a marriage.”
She pushed her hair back, heaving an explosive sigh. “That’s not what I meant! I meant—is it so crazy to think that—oh, screw it,” she snapped, turning toward him. She grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him.
When they pulled apart, George had to stop and catch his breath. “Uh. Huh?”
Izzie gave him a nervously indulgent smile. “You’re my best friend, George. And—I love you.”
He stared at her for another moment before a slow smile spread across his face. “You do?”
She nodded, suddenly anxious and chewing her lip.
George grinned and moved suddenly, grabbing her and rolling her over until she was lying next to him in bed. He beamed down at her. “Good. Because I love you too.”
*
4) And thenxenokattz asked me for Kon/Cass (Cain)
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Kon watched Cass sleep, noting how relaxed and peaceful she looked—sleeping, she didn’t have the same air of cautious awareness that she held when awake. He rolled onto his side and propped his head up on his hand, leaning on an elbow to better admire her. The fact that she was relaxed enough to fall so deeply asleep that she didn’t stir when he moved—yeah. That was pretty ridiculously awesome. He was totally grinning like an idiot. It was a good thing the only person around to see was Cass—and she was asleep. But he might not mind if she knew how happy he was.
Except that was the thing with Cass—she knew that stuff. He didn’t have to say that. He didn’t have to tell her that she made him happy. That he was more relaxed when she was nearby, or that he wanted to hold her, to kiss her—pretty much constantly.
Kon reached out and brushed his knuckles over her shoulder impulsively. He knew he should let her sleep, but he hadn’t seen her in so long—things were really crazy in Gotham lately. “Hey gorgeous,” he said when she opened her eyes and looked at him.
“What is it?” she asked, demonstrating again her excellence at reading him.
He shook his head, smiling tightly. “Nothing,” he assured her quickly. “I just wanted to tell you…” he took a deep breath. “I love you.”
Cass smiled. “I know.” She sat up, and Kon was—again—struck by how self-conscious she wasn’t. “But what is it?”
Kon swallowed and frowned. Maybe her ability to read him wasn’t the gift he thought it was. “Nothing,” he started, then stopped when he saw the frown forming on her face. “Nothing big,” he amended quickly, before she could start looking fierce—that never boded well.
Cass just looked at him.
“I’m going to die,” he exclaimed, wilting under her stare. He threw his hands up over his head. “They’ll find out and I’ll be dead.”
Cass pulled his hands back. “Who?”
“Batman! Tim!” Kon cried, giving her a look of naked panic. “They’re going to find out what we did! What we’re—that we—that I—and you—I’m dead!”
“They won’t know.”
“Are you kidding?!” he cried incredulously. “Batman probably has little censors in your suit and oh. God, he’s totally got cameras everywhere, doesn’t he? And Tim’s got the Tower wired up and there is a surveillance video of us somewhere and tomorrow it will be on YouTube and they have Kryptonite, Cass! They don’t even need Kryptonite, they’ll be so mad they’ll be able to kill me without it! I’m a dead man! Deader than dead! I’m on borrowed time! I’m—“
Cass grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him long and slow, shutting him up and bringing his brain to a stuttering stop. She moved and sat on his stomach, grinning down at him.
Kon made a garbled noise, dropping his hands to her waist despite himself. “Then again, maybe it’s worth it.”
*
And THEN!! And then, and then!!milleniumrex wrote me a Tim/Cissie drabble and xenokattz wrote me a whole FIC! Best Laid Plans!!!!!!
*squeaks and flails gleefully* YAY!
Give me a pairing you know I can write and I'll write you a drabble about the beginning (or the end) of their first time having sex.
Here are my requests and answers! They were kind of a lot of fun, especially since they strained my comfort zone a little.
(Also, I have EPIC FAIL at the drabble. These are all too long for that.)
*
1)
second_batgirl asked for Dick/Roy, and it was too big for comments. Oops.Also, not *technically* following the rules here--this is not so much their first time, as the first time they *really* try to make things work. Imagine it set sometime very early OYL, and canon is hand-wavy.
*
Roy waited until he knew Lian was in the car with Ollie and watched them drive away before he turned to Dick.
Dick gave him a small smile and sat on the arm of the couch. “Hi.”
“Hi,” Roy replied, a bit tensely. He stared at the other man for a long moment before shaking his head and heading to the kitchen. “Do you want anything? We’ve got beer… uh, milk and juice—juice boxes…”
“I’m good,” Dick said, following Roy. He leaned against the doorjamb, frowning slightly as he watched Roy putter about the kitchen. As far as Dick could tell, he wasn’t actually doing anything—except avoid Dick. “Roy.”
Roy shut the refrigerator with a forceful snap, and turned to face him. “You’re back.”
Dick took a slow breath. “Yeah. I’m back.”
“You’ve been back.”
Dick shifted his weight, trying not to fidget. “Not that long—there was—“
“I know.” Roy interrupted, annoyed. “I know about Gotham, and about the imposter Nightwing. I think you’d be surprised at everything I know.”
Dick took a deep breath. “Okay.”
Roy stared at him, his mouth dropping open. “Okay?” he repeated incredulously. “That’s all you have to say?”
“What do you want, Roy? I haven’t seen anyone yet—you’re the first one.”
“I want to know why you run away every time things get tough,” Roy exploded, glaring at him. “I want to know why you left for a year without even coming to tell us in person.”
Dick stiffened and forced himself to take a slow breath. He should have known this wasn’t going to be easy. “Roy—I needed… I was a mess. I was—really screwed up. You knew that. And more importantly—Tim needed me. He needed that trip, and I had to be there for him because… I really screwed up when his dad died. I wasn’t at all what he needed me to be, and—I had to fix that.”
Roy sat at the table and was silent for a moment. “Okay. But--why were you so screwed up? What happened?”
Dick took another slow, deep breath. He forced himself to relax and breathe normally. “It’s—a long story.”
“Don’t give me any of that bullshit about letting Blockbuster be killed,” Roy interrupted fiercely. “Because—“
“Roy.” Dick stopped him, feeling the familiar beginnings of a panic attack. “I’m not—I can’t talk about it. Yet.”
Roy’s frown deepened and he looked at Dick closely. “Dick…”
“No. Look—this is more than I’ve told… anyone. It’s the first time I’ve talked about it at all. Bruce has no idea. Tim doesn’t know. I’m telling you, and this—is as much as I can say right now. It took me over a year to get this far, so don’t—“
“Dick,” Roy interrupted. At some point during Dick’s speech, he had stood and crossed the kitchen to stand in front of him. He put a hand on Dick’s arm. “I won’t push you. I promise. But—you have to promise me something, too.”
Dick nodded, unable to speak with Roy standing that close and looking at him like that.
“Don’t do that again,” Roy said softly. “Don’t run. Don’t lash out at me again, because eventually I’m going to stop letting you apologize.”
Dick swallowed the lump in his throat. “I did a lot of thinking,” he said, “when we were traveling. There was a lot of time for it.”
“What did you think about?”
“A lot. Tim. Bruce. Me. Babs. Wally. Donna.” He paused. “You.”
“Yeah?”
Dick nodded. “Especially me. About—what I want. And need.”
Roy was still holding his upper arm, tightening his grip without realizing it. “Did you decide anything?”
Dick nodded slowly, watching Roy’s face closely. “I’ve really missed you.”
Roy was silent, watching him for what seemed like forever before letting go of his arm and stepping back. “Are you saying—“
“Yes.” He took a step forward but Roy held up a hand and he stopped.
Roy took a deep breath, pinching his nose. “Look, this is—you’ve been such an ass since Donna died and even when she came back… Then you left for a year and you show up on my doorstep and you want to—what? Pick up where we left off? For Christ’s sake, Dick, you proposed to Babs!”
Dick winced. “I know. That—I really wasn’t myself. She broke it off, and—if she hadn’t, I would have. I had to figure some stuff out, Roy.”
“Can you honestly tell me you’ve got it all figured out?”
Dick hesitated. “Not—everything.”
“So why,” Roy demanded, turning fiercely to glare at him, “should I even let you finish talking? You don’t even know if I’m interested, and you just waltz in here, assuming—“
“I never assumed anything!” Dick interrupted, reaching out and grabbing Roy’s elbow. “I needed to see you. If you want me to leave, I’ll leave, but Roy, I’m trying. I’m really trying.”
Roy sighed. “It’s not just me,” he said quietly. “If we—there’s Lian. And you’ve already hurt her more than I should forgive you for.”
Dick winced, wounded more by that than anything else. “I know.”
They stood still for a long moment. Roy broke the silence. “Convince me.”
Dick’s eyes widened and he looked at Roy, a little disbelieving. “You—“ he stopped, swallowing. He took a steadying breath. “I can’t promise that it’ll work,” he said eventually and gave a lopsided smirk. “It’s us, after all. But—I’m trying. I will try. I swear I won’t—no more trips around the world. No more running.”
Roy’s eyes narrowed, and Dick took a deep breath and stepped closer, grabbing Roy’s other elbow. “It took a while,” he said in a low voice, “to sort myself out. But when I did… All I could think about was you. And Lian. I just…” He trailed off, staring at Roy’s mouth.
Roy gripped Dick’s elbows in return, giving him a quick, hard shake. “Just what?”
“I just wanted to do this.” He leaned in and kissed him.
Roy stilled, surprised by the sudden movement. When his brain restarted, he pulled back, out of Dick’s grasp. “You can’t just…” He took a deep breath. “There’s Lian. If we do this, and it doesn’t work…”
“So we make it work. I’m not interested in messing around. Not this time.”
Roy continued looking at him intently, and then burst into motion. He grabbed Dick by the shoulders and pushed him back until he bumped against the counter, kissing him fiercely. “Good, Me either.”
*
2)
milleniumrex asked for Rose/Bart. Imagine this sometime after he's not dead. Because he's coming back, damn it.*
Rose collapsed back against the pillows. She gave a breathless laugh and turned her head to grin at Bart.
He gave her a sheepish smile in return. “Sorry,” he muttered.
She raised an eyebrow, confused. “Why are you sorry?”
Bart shrugged, looking uncomfortably, and gestured. “Well—I was—kindoffast,” he muttered, turning a brilliant shade of red.
Rose snorted and pushed at his shoulder playfully. “With you? I expected fast.”
He gave her another sheepish grin, ducking his head a little. “Sorry,” he said again.
Rose shook her head, looking at him incredulously. “Are you kidding?”
Bart blinked at her. “Huh?”
“How did you—where did you learn all that?”
Bart stared blankly at her before a slow smile crossed his face. “I have my ways.”
Rose rolled her eyes. “Oh, drop the mysterious act, you suck at it.”
He laughed, then shrugged, looking sheepish again. “I read a library,” he explained helplessly. “Or two. Maybe three now, I’ve lost track. Anyway, yeah. Lots of books. On everything. And then some. Did you know that the Kama Sutra isn’t actually a sex manual or a religious text? Also, there is no such thing as a red fern.”
Rose blinked at him. “Red what now?”
“Fern. You know, Where the Red Fern Grows? There’s no such thing as a red fern. It could be a kind of grape-fern—“
Rose interrupted him with a kiss, laughing helplessly when she pulled away again. “God, Bart, you really do have the attention span of a goldfish.”
“Three seconds. And people tend to confuse attention span with long-term memory—“
“Bart. shut up.” She shook her head, bemused. “We just had pretty amazing sex and you’re rambling about goldfish.”
“Sorry,” he said, grinning. “I can think of a few ways to make it up to you.”
“Really?”
“I read a lot.”
*
3)
alphabet26 asked me to "Write George/Izzie like it SHOULD have been, not all drunk and adulterous. -_-" So! Spoilers for season 4 of Grey's Anatomy:
*
“George?”
George rolled over, rubbing his eyes and blinking tiredly in the light spilling from the hallway. “Izzie? Whassamatter?”
Izzie came into the room, shutting the door behind her quietly and padding softly across the room in her barefeet. She stood next to his bed, twisting the hem of her pink pajama top in her hands anxiously. “I, uh—I couldn’t sleep.”
George looked up at her, half asleep. “Bad dream?” he asked, fuzzy.
She hesitated and shook her head, sitting on the edge of his bed. “No. Yes.”
George rolled onto his side, looking at her more closely in the moonlight—he was waking up now, and starting to worry. Was she crying? “Iz? What is it? Are you okay?”
“I—I did have a dream,” she confessed, picking at his comforter. George didn’t say anything, reaching out and touching her arm. Izzie glanced down at his hand on her elbow. “You married Callie,” she blurted out.
George’s eyes widened. “What?”
“You married Callie and then you and I got drunk and we had sex, George, sex while you were married—to Callie Torres! I broke up your marriage! You got a divorce because of me! Because we were in love, and we had drunken sex while you were married and then, George, then? When we tried to have sex again it was horrible! We had bad sex, George. Really, terrifically, horrible sex! We committed drunken adultery and you got a divorce and then our sex sucked and we broke up!”
George blinked at her for nearly a full minute before he dropped his head back to his pillow and started laughing helplessly.
Izzie glared at him and smacked his arm. “George! Come on, this is serious! It was horrible!”
George gasped between gales of laughter, wiping his eyes. “Oh God, Izzie, that’s just—it’s so ridiculous!”
“George!”
“No, really! Izzie, listen to yourself! That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard! We would never do that!”
Izzie was quiet for a minute, looking at him. “Is it really that ridiculous?”
George stopped short. “Huh?”
She ducked her head, taking a deep breath. “I just mean—is it so ridiculous to think that we might—you know.”
He blinked, sitting up. He was totally lost. “Iz—you would never knowingly break up a marriage.”
She pushed her hair back, heaving an explosive sigh. “That’s not what I meant! I meant—is it so crazy to think that—oh, screw it,” she snapped, turning toward him. She grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him.
When they pulled apart, George had to stop and catch his breath. “Uh. Huh?”
Izzie gave him a nervously indulgent smile. “You’re my best friend, George. And—I love you.”
He stared at her for another moment before a slow smile spread across his face. “You do?”
She nodded, suddenly anxious and chewing her lip.
George grinned and moved suddenly, grabbing her and rolling her over until she was lying next to him in bed. He beamed down at her. “Good. Because I love you too.”
*
4) And then
xenokattz asked me for Kon/Cass (Cain)*
Kon watched Cass sleep, noting how relaxed and peaceful she looked—sleeping, she didn’t have the same air of cautious awareness that she held when awake. He rolled onto his side and propped his head up on his hand, leaning on an elbow to better admire her. The fact that she was relaxed enough to fall so deeply asleep that she didn’t stir when he moved—yeah. That was pretty ridiculously awesome. He was totally grinning like an idiot. It was a good thing the only person around to see was Cass—and she was asleep. But he might not mind if she knew how happy he was.
Except that was the thing with Cass—she knew that stuff. He didn’t have to say that. He didn’t have to tell her that she made him happy. That he was more relaxed when she was nearby, or that he wanted to hold her, to kiss her—pretty much constantly.
Kon reached out and brushed his knuckles over her shoulder impulsively. He knew he should let her sleep, but he hadn’t seen her in so long—things were really crazy in Gotham lately. “Hey gorgeous,” he said when she opened her eyes and looked at him.
“What is it?” she asked, demonstrating again her excellence at reading him.
He shook his head, smiling tightly. “Nothing,” he assured her quickly. “I just wanted to tell you…” he took a deep breath. “I love you.”
Cass smiled. “I know.” She sat up, and Kon was—again—struck by how self-conscious she wasn’t. “But what is it?”
Kon swallowed and frowned. Maybe her ability to read him wasn’t the gift he thought it was. “Nothing,” he started, then stopped when he saw the frown forming on her face. “Nothing big,” he amended quickly, before she could start looking fierce—that never boded well.
Cass just looked at him.
“I’m going to die,” he exclaimed, wilting under her stare. He threw his hands up over his head. “They’ll find out and I’ll be dead.”
Cass pulled his hands back. “Who?”
“Batman! Tim!” Kon cried, giving her a look of naked panic. “They’re going to find out what we did! What we’re—that we—that I—and you—I’m dead!”
“They won’t know.”
“Are you kidding?!” he cried incredulously. “Batman probably has little censors in your suit and oh. God, he’s totally got cameras everywhere, doesn’t he? And Tim’s got the Tower wired up and there is a surveillance video of us somewhere and tomorrow it will be on YouTube and they have Kryptonite, Cass! They don’t even need Kryptonite, they’ll be so mad they’ll be able to kill me without it! I’m a dead man! Deader than dead! I’m on borrowed time! I’m—“
Cass grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him long and slow, shutting him up and bringing his brain to a stuttering stop. She moved and sat on his stomach, grinning down at him.
Kon made a garbled noise, dropping his hands to her waist despite himself. “Then again, maybe it’s worth it.”
*
And THEN!! And then, and then!!
milleniumrex wrote me a Tim/Cissie drabble and xenokattz wrote me a whole FIC! Best Laid Plans!!!!!!*squeaks and flails gleefully* YAY!