Commet Fic: Tim/Cissie & Tim/Remy/Roy
Title: Time for Quiet
Pairing: Tim/Cissie
Rating: R
Warnings: Make outs
W/C: 600ish
Author's Notes: For lady_sarai's request
Time For Quiet
Cissie King-Jones was yelling. She wasn’t quite sure what she was yelling. The words came out of her mouth but her brain was too inundated with fury to processes what, exactly, they meant.
Cissie’s throat hurt from shouting and she was waving her arms around in the air to punctuate points she wasn’t entirely sure she was making. She glared at Tim as she paced back and forth between him and her sofa, walking reflexively to try and work off some of her anger. Her vision was blurry at the corners and she was a little dizzy around the eyes. She felt her heart pounding in her chest and her lips felt a little numb.
She was furious.
Tim was standing very still as she berated him. His arms were crossed over his chest and his face was unreadable. She had no idea what it was that he was feeling right this moment and Cissie knew, with an infuriating certainty, that she never would.
That thought made her temples pulse and her vision went red.
The dizziness around her eyes increased and the next thing she knew she was on the floor, her fall broken by the arms Tim had wrapped around her.
Tim’s body pressed her down to the carpet and when she looked up, Cissie saw his eyes were no longer indifferent but hot with something that did not even remotely resemble anger. It was something that made her stomach flip flop and heat to shoot through her chest and abdomen.
“Let me up,” she hissed at him but Tim didn’t pay any attention. His eyes were focused on her mouth. Cissie felt herself flush.
One of the things about Tim Drake that had always thrilled and excited Cissie was his intensity. Right now, all that intensity and focus was on her and that made Cissie want to squirm.
“I can’t do that,” Tim husked, letting his eyes trail down to her neck with a gaze that was almost palpable. As if this searing scrutiny was paving the way for Tim’s hands and mouth.
Cissie suppressed a shiver and tried very hard to be angry again.
“Maybe I don’t want to have a conversation with you on the floor,” Cissie spat but her voice sounded shaky and unsure, even to her own ears.
“Maybe I don’t want to talk,” Tim replied in a smooth, even voice, the tone of which sent goose bumps skittering across Cissie’s arms and thighs. “Maybe… I’m tired of talking.” Tim dropped his head until his lips were bare centimeters above Cissie’s. She could feel his breath with every syllable and it made her lips itch for contact. “Maybe I just want quiet.”
He kissed her then. His mouth was soft but it wasn’t gentle. He overwhelmed her senses as he sucked softly on her lower lip and ran his tongue over the seam of her mouth. Tim was not a large man, he never would be, but Cissie felt shrouded by him. Covered and hidden and protected from the world, as if this very moment belonged to them and only them and no one else would ever know.
Their secret.
Suddenly, Cissie wasn’t quite so angry. She didn’t want to yell anymore. She didn’t want to see Tim angry or upset. She didn’t want to see inside his mind or try to understand him.
She just wanted to kiss him and feel him all around her.
Maybe Tim was right. Maybe the time for words had passed for the two of them. Maybe it was time for quiet.
Title: Sleeping Dogs
Pairing: Tim/Remy/Roy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: ???
W/C: 1,200
Author's Notes: For darthbatgirl's request
Sleeping Dogs
Tim’s eyes stung with exhaustion and his limbs felt clumsy and heavy as he keyed open the lock to their hotel room door and pushed inside. He barely glanced around the small room before making his way to the bed at the center of it. He was dimly aware of the sounds of Roy and Remy behind him, stomping into the room and snipping at each other. He had tuned their banter out more than two hours ago so it was all just the buzz of background noise to his sleep deprived brain.
The three of them had been working for weeks trying to find device that Remy had been sent to their world to retrieve for the X-men. Remy’s worry and desperation had transferred to Tim and Roy and the three of them had been working around the clock to find the stupid thing. Unfortunately, they were having almost no luck.
Exhaustion had made it necessary for the three of them to stop at a hotel and get some real sleep. Short naps in the backseat of the car weren’t doing it for any of them anymore and Tim knew he needed real rest if they were going to make any progress.
The longer Remy stayed the more he fought with Roy and while Tim was fond of them both, the fighting was starting to grate on his nerves. He didn’t mind Remy or Roy’s proprietary instincts when he was alone with one of them. However, when the three of them ended up in a room together, things got messy.
It didn’t help that Tim had very strong feelings for both of them for very different reasons. It also didn’t help that Tim wouldn’t chose one or the other of them as his ‘favorite’. Tim knew that their constant butting of heads was far preferable to the inevitable gloating and sulking that would come of picking one over the other.
Besides, Remy would be here only for a few more days. He wasn’t a threat to Tim’s relationship to Roy and Roy needed to realize that.
Tim’s mind was fuzzy from all the emotional and physical strain of the last few days. His body ached and he had no clear thoughts in his head aside from the niggling need to get out of his clothes and into that bed. He was clumsy as he stripped, but he didn’t care. Dropping his clothes in a heap at the foot of the bed, Tim climbed over the mattress and slipped under the sheets.
They were cool and soft and the tension at the back of Tim’s skull eased the moment he rested his head on the pillow. Tim burrowed deep under the covers, curling himself up on his side and slipping an arm under his pillow. He sighed softly as the lilting drawl of Remy’s voice and the low husk of Roy’s soothed him into sleep. His mind went blank and his body relaxed as he began to drift comfortably off.
The mattress dipped and a warm body slid into the bed next to Tim as he heard the bathroom door close and the shower flicked on. Tim sighed and edged close to the body, curling himself around it. He didn’t even realize it was Remy until he heard the familiar low, smug chuckle. Tim could feel it rumble through Remy’s chest as he wrapped his arms around the man and rested his head on Remy’s shoulder.
Remy dropped a soft kiss to Tim’s temple and lazily played his fingers though Tim’s hair. He was speaking to Tim but Tim’s brain to too tired to even figure out whether Remy was speaking English or French, let alone the specifics of the dialogue. Tim just hummed contentedly and pressed his face into Remy’s neck, breathing in his scent and basking in his warmth.
Tim was drifting back to sleep when the timbre of Remy’s voice changed and he tensed under Tim. Tim made a disapproving noise in the back of his throat and pressed his face into Remy’s shoulder trying to ignore the argument that was taking place. Roy’s low voice had deepened with anger. He was standing over the bed and Tim could feel him looming.
Tim didn’t know what they were arguing about and it was taking enough of his concentration to ignore them that he couldn’t slip back to sleep. After another minute of listening to them fight, Tim sighed with annoyance and sat up, glaring at them both.
“What?” he hissed at them.
They both looked at him, a little shocked. He hadn’t spoken most of the day. Tim wasn’t the most communicative person at the best of times but lack of sleep always seemed to exacerbate that condition. They were clearly surprised to hear him speak now.
“I just wanted some room on the bed. It’s been a rough day and I don’t want to sleep on the floor,” Roy said defensively. “Frenchie over there wouldn’t move over to make space.”
“I didn’t want to wake you, Cher,” Remy put in, glaring up at Roy. “You had less sleep than him. He can wait.”
“Well, I’m awake now,” Tim snapped. He pulled the blankets down on the other side of the bed and gestured for Roy to climb in. “There’s room.”
Roy gave Remy a triumphant look that made Tim want to trip him as he climbed over Tim. Roy slipped under the blankets and Tim gave him one last quelling look before settling back down on top of Remy.
“You know,” Roy said in an acerbic tone as they all tried to settle into the bed more comfortably, “I never thought I’d end up in bed with you.” Tim could tell from the way Roy said ‘you’ he was talking to Remy.
“Me neither. I like my bed partners much prettier,” Remy replied smoothly and pulled Tim in closer.
“Funny,” Roy shot back, curling himself around Tim’s back and draping an arm over Tim’s waist, “I was thinking the same thing.”
Tim could feel them glaring at each other over his shoulder. He thought idly for a moment about elbowing Roy in the stomach and hitting Remy on the bundle of nerves just over his collar bone. The mental images calmed his temper a bit and he smiled.
Remy and Roy both stilled.
“I don’t like that smile,” Roy said and there was a touch of concern to his voice.
“No, neither do I,” Remy agreed.
“Maybe we should shut up and go to sleep before he decides to take offense to being called pretty,” Roy suggested.
“That’s the only sensible thing you’ve said all week,” Remy answered and dropped another kiss to Tim’s temple.
Tim made a happy sound at the back of his throat to let them knew he approved of their plan. He finally drifted off to sleep, thinking that maybe he wouldn’t have to kill them both after all.
Pairing: Tim/Cissie
Rating: R
Warnings: Make outs
W/C: 600ish
Author's Notes: For lady_sarai's request
Time For Quiet
Cissie King-Jones was yelling. She wasn’t quite sure what she was yelling. The words came out of her mouth but her brain was too inundated with fury to processes what, exactly, they meant.
Cissie’s throat hurt from shouting and she was waving her arms around in the air to punctuate points she wasn’t entirely sure she was making. She glared at Tim as she paced back and forth between him and her sofa, walking reflexively to try and work off some of her anger. Her vision was blurry at the corners and she was a little dizzy around the eyes. She felt her heart pounding in her chest and her lips felt a little numb.
She was furious.
Tim was standing very still as she berated him. His arms were crossed over his chest and his face was unreadable. She had no idea what it was that he was feeling right this moment and Cissie knew, with an infuriating certainty, that she never would.
That thought made her temples pulse and her vision went red.
The dizziness around her eyes increased and the next thing she knew she was on the floor, her fall broken by the arms Tim had wrapped around her.
Tim’s body pressed her down to the carpet and when she looked up, Cissie saw his eyes were no longer indifferent but hot with something that did not even remotely resemble anger. It was something that made her stomach flip flop and heat to shoot through her chest and abdomen.
“Let me up,” she hissed at him but Tim didn’t pay any attention. His eyes were focused on her mouth. Cissie felt herself flush.
One of the things about Tim Drake that had always thrilled and excited Cissie was his intensity. Right now, all that intensity and focus was on her and that made Cissie want to squirm.
“I can’t do that,” Tim husked, letting his eyes trail down to her neck with a gaze that was almost palpable. As if this searing scrutiny was paving the way for Tim’s hands and mouth.
Cissie suppressed a shiver and tried very hard to be angry again.
“Maybe I don’t want to have a conversation with you on the floor,” Cissie spat but her voice sounded shaky and unsure, even to her own ears.
“Maybe I don’t want to talk,” Tim replied in a smooth, even voice, the tone of which sent goose bumps skittering across Cissie’s arms and thighs. “Maybe… I’m tired of talking.” Tim dropped his head until his lips were bare centimeters above Cissie’s. She could feel his breath with every syllable and it made her lips itch for contact. “Maybe I just want quiet.”
He kissed her then. His mouth was soft but it wasn’t gentle. He overwhelmed her senses as he sucked softly on her lower lip and ran his tongue over the seam of her mouth. Tim was not a large man, he never would be, but Cissie felt shrouded by him. Covered and hidden and protected from the world, as if this very moment belonged to them and only them and no one else would ever know.
Their secret.
Suddenly, Cissie wasn’t quite so angry. She didn’t want to yell anymore. She didn’t want to see Tim angry or upset. She didn’t want to see inside his mind or try to understand him.
She just wanted to kiss him and feel him all around her.
Maybe Tim was right. Maybe the time for words had passed for the two of them. Maybe it was time for quiet.
Title: Sleeping Dogs
Pairing: Tim/Remy/Roy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: ???
W/C: 1,200
Author's Notes: For darthbatgirl's request
Sleeping Dogs
Tim’s eyes stung with exhaustion and his limbs felt clumsy and heavy as he keyed open the lock to their hotel room door and pushed inside. He barely glanced around the small room before making his way to the bed at the center of it. He was dimly aware of the sounds of Roy and Remy behind him, stomping into the room and snipping at each other. He had tuned their banter out more than two hours ago so it was all just the buzz of background noise to his sleep deprived brain.
The three of them had been working for weeks trying to find device that Remy had been sent to their world to retrieve for the X-men. Remy’s worry and desperation had transferred to Tim and Roy and the three of them had been working around the clock to find the stupid thing. Unfortunately, they were having almost no luck.
Exhaustion had made it necessary for the three of them to stop at a hotel and get some real sleep. Short naps in the backseat of the car weren’t doing it for any of them anymore and Tim knew he needed real rest if they were going to make any progress.
The longer Remy stayed the more he fought with Roy and while Tim was fond of them both, the fighting was starting to grate on his nerves. He didn’t mind Remy or Roy’s proprietary instincts when he was alone with one of them. However, when the three of them ended up in a room together, things got messy.
It didn’t help that Tim had very strong feelings for both of them for very different reasons. It also didn’t help that Tim wouldn’t chose one or the other of them as his ‘favorite’. Tim knew that their constant butting of heads was far preferable to the inevitable gloating and sulking that would come of picking one over the other.
Besides, Remy would be here only for a few more days. He wasn’t a threat to Tim’s relationship to Roy and Roy needed to realize that.
Tim’s mind was fuzzy from all the emotional and physical strain of the last few days. His body ached and he had no clear thoughts in his head aside from the niggling need to get out of his clothes and into that bed. He was clumsy as he stripped, but he didn’t care. Dropping his clothes in a heap at the foot of the bed, Tim climbed over the mattress and slipped under the sheets.
They were cool and soft and the tension at the back of Tim’s skull eased the moment he rested his head on the pillow. Tim burrowed deep under the covers, curling himself up on his side and slipping an arm under his pillow. He sighed softly as the lilting drawl of Remy’s voice and the low husk of Roy’s soothed him into sleep. His mind went blank and his body relaxed as he began to drift comfortably off.
The mattress dipped and a warm body slid into the bed next to Tim as he heard the bathroom door close and the shower flicked on. Tim sighed and edged close to the body, curling himself around it. He didn’t even realize it was Remy until he heard the familiar low, smug chuckle. Tim could feel it rumble through Remy’s chest as he wrapped his arms around the man and rested his head on Remy’s shoulder.
Remy dropped a soft kiss to Tim’s temple and lazily played his fingers though Tim’s hair. He was speaking to Tim but Tim’s brain to too tired to even figure out whether Remy was speaking English or French, let alone the specifics of the dialogue. Tim just hummed contentedly and pressed his face into Remy’s neck, breathing in his scent and basking in his warmth.
Tim was drifting back to sleep when the timbre of Remy’s voice changed and he tensed under Tim. Tim made a disapproving noise in the back of his throat and pressed his face into Remy’s shoulder trying to ignore the argument that was taking place. Roy’s low voice had deepened with anger. He was standing over the bed and Tim could feel him looming.
Tim didn’t know what they were arguing about and it was taking enough of his concentration to ignore them that he couldn’t slip back to sleep. After another minute of listening to them fight, Tim sighed with annoyance and sat up, glaring at them both.
“What?” he hissed at them.
They both looked at him, a little shocked. He hadn’t spoken most of the day. Tim wasn’t the most communicative person at the best of times but lack of sleep always seemed to exacerbate that condition. They were clearly surprised to hear him speak now.
“I just wanted some room on the bed. It’s been a rough day and I don’t want to sleep on the floor,” Roy said defensively. “Frenchie over there wouldn’t move over to make space.”
“I didn’t want to wake you, Cher,” Remy put in, glaring up at Roy. “You had less sleep than him. He can wait.”
“Well, I’m awake now,” Tim snapped. He pulled the blankets down on the other side of the bed and gestured for Roy to climb in. “There’s room.”
Roy gave Remy a triumphant look that made Tim want to trip him as he climbed over Tim. Roy slipped under the blankets and Tim gave him one last quelling look before settling back down on top of Remy.
“You know,” Roy said in an acerbic tone as they all tried to settle into the bed more comfortably, “I never thought I’d end up in bed with you.” Tim could tell from the way Roy said ‘you’ he was talking to Remy.
“Me neither. I like my bed partners much prettier,” Remy replied smoothly and pulled Tim in closer.
“Funny,” Roy shot back, curling himself around Tim’s back and draping an arm over Tim’s waist, “I was thinking the same thing.”
Tim could feel them glaring at each other over his shoulder. He thought idly for a moment about elbowing Roy in the stomach and hitting Remy on the bundle of nerves just over his collar bone. The mental images calmed his temper a bit and he smiled.
Remy and Roy both stilled.
“I don’t like that smile,” Roy said and there was a touch of concern to his voice.
“No, neither do I,” Remy agreed.
“Maybe we should shut up and go to sleep before he decides to take offense to being called pretty,” Roy suggested.
“That’s the only sensible thing you’ve said all week,” Remy answered and dropped another kiss to Tim’s temple.
Tim made a happy sound at the back of his throat to let them knew he approved of their plan. He finally drifted off to sleep, thinking that maybe he wouldn’t have to kill them both after all.