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browngirlTitle: The One Where Tim Climbed Through Steph's Window
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: R
Pairing: Steph Brown/Tim Drake aka Batgirl IV/Red Robin
Content Advisory: Cursing, incipient pegging, confusion, het.
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shiny_glor_chan: "DCU, Steph/Tim, pegging or intercrural sex." A sequel of sorts to my story "By Their Own Beauties" adjusted for [what I know of] present canon.
Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me.
"This is..." Steph tries again as she adjusts a harness strap against her thigh. Tim makes an inquisitive noise, wiggling his upraised ass just slightly as he settles his head on his crossed arms. It and his jaw are the only bare parts of his red-and-black clad body, folded and waiting on her bed. "Freaky beyond the power of words to describe," she finally finishes, completely weakly.
Tim -- her ex boyfriend Tim -- her fellow Gotham hero Red Robin -- Tim climbed through her window, handed her the strap-on she gave him for his 18th birthday -- which seems like forever ago -- and kind of asked, kind of demanded for her to fuck him.
So of course what she said wasn't 'No' or 'Hell no' or 'You've been mad at me for not being dead what the fuck no,' or maybe even, 'If you call me Superboy I'm throwing you out the window,' but, "Want me to put on my costume?"
"That's not necessary," he said, all reasonable and quiet, and now he's waiting, fucking nonchalantly, on her bed. Steph takes a step forward, fake dick bobbing and lube in hand, but she feels almost like she doesn't dare touch him; she looks at his bare mouth, narrow and quiet, and remembers the deep-down sweetness and thrill of kissing him.
"It's kind of a tradition, you know," he says quietly into the silence between them, "climbing through each other's windows to make inappropriate demands. It's one of the things that makes us family. You can ask Batman."
"Oh, you fucker," Steph gasps, already laughing, the lump in her throat shaking loose, and Tim twists where he's lying enough to hold an arm up. She dives under it, grabbing him around the ribs and squeezing, and he does kiss her, sweet as always.
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: R
Pairing: Steph Brown/Tim Drake aka Batgirl IV/Red Robin
Content Advisory: Cursing, incipient pegging, confusion, het.
Acknowledgements/Author's Note: Written for
shiny_glor_chan: "DCU, Steph/Tim, pegging or intercrural sex." A sequel of sorts to my story "By Their Own Beauties" adjusted for [what I know of] present canon.Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me.
"This is..." Steph tries again as she adjusts a harness strap against her thigh. Tim makes an inquisitive noise, wiggling his upraised ass just slightly as he settles his head on his crossed arms. It and his jaw are the only bare parts of his red-and-black clad body, folded and waiting on her bed. "Freaky beyond the power of words to describe," she finally finishes, completely weakly.
Tim -- her ex boyfriend Tim -- her fellow Gotham hero Red Robin -- Tim climbed through her window, handed her the strap-on she gave him for his 18th birthday -- which seems like forever ago -- and kind of asked, kind of demanded for her to fuck him.
So of course what she said wasn't 'No' or 'Hell no' or 'You've been mad at me for not being dead what the fuck no,' or maybe even, 'If you call me Superboy I'm throwing you out the window,' but, "Want me to put on my costume?"
"That's not necessary," he said, all reasonable and quiet, and now he's waiting, fucking nonchalantly, on her bed. Steph takes a step forward, fake dick bobbing and lube in hand, but she feels almost like she doesn't dare touch him; she looks at his bare mouth, narrow and quiet, and remembers the deep-down sweetness and thrill of kissing him.
"It's kind of a tradition, you know," he says quietly into the silence between them, "climbing through each other's windows to make inappropriate demands. It's one of the things that makes us family. You can ask Batman."
"Oh, you fucker," Steph gasps, already laughing, the lump in her throat shaking loose, and Tim twists where he's lying enough to hold an arm up. She dives under it, grabbing him around the ribs and squeezing, and he does kiss her, sweet as always.
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Date: 2010-12-09 04:12 pm (UTC)"It's kind of a tradition, you know," he says quietly into the silence between them, "climbing through each other's windows to make inappropriate demands. It's one of the things that makes us family. You can ask Batman."
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
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Date: 2010-12-09 11:44 pm (UTC)*huggles this story*
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Date: 2010-12-10 05:59 pm (UTC)So of course what she said wasn't 'No' or 'Hell no' or 'You've been mad at me for not being dead what the fuck no,' or maybe even, 'If you call me Superboy I'm throwing you out the window,' but, "Want me to put on my costume?"
&Steph; :DDDDD
"It's kind of a tradition, you know," he says quietly into the silence between them, "climbing through each other's windows to make inappropriate demands. It's one of the things that makes us family. You can ask Batman."
&Tim; :DDDDD
This is so very, very wonderful and them, both who they've always been to each other and updated to how things stand right now. So much love.
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