Fic: Secret Weapon; Tim/Tam; Hard R
Title: Secret Weapon
Author: Aravis Tarkheena
Pairing: Tim Drake/Tam Fox
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: Vague references to violence. Implications of sexual activity.
Disclaimer: Not mine, everyone's legal
Word Count: 1,000ish
Author's Notes: Written for lady_sarai for the Fic or Treat Meme. Sara you ship the best het ships. <3333
Secret Weapon
Tam had the dress off almost before she shut the door to her apartment. She kicked off her shoes in the foyer, and was working on her tights, as she made a beeline for the shower.
She smelled like perfume and expensive booze. Her skin felt oily with all of leers and phony smiles that she had endured the whole evening. Tam wanted to bathe more than she wanted anything else in the world.
Tam was almost entirely naked by the time she stepped into the bathroom. She flicked on the taps, as she pulled off the rest of her clothing. The water hadn't even warmed completely, before she slipped inside, leaving a heap of discarded costume accessories in her wake.
Tam shivered as she was hit by the warming spray. It was a relief to scrub the overdone makeup off of her face. She grabbed for her loofa, and covered it with her favorite body wash. The scents of the party were diminished under the strong, sweet smell of the vanilla in her body wash.
Tam scrubbed off several times, rubbing hard. She was about to load her loofa up with soap again, when a soft thud, and a lot of heartfelt swearing drifted over the top of the shower curtain.
“Aren't ninjas supposed to be graceful?” Tam called out with a smile.
The smile widened when she caught sight of the glower on Tim's face as he pushed the curtain aside.
“As it turns out, unexpected feather boas are the secret weakness of all ninjas,” Tim informed her acidly as he stepped into the shower.
He pulled the soapy loofa from her hand, and gave her a quick kiss hello.
“Well that's good to know,” Tam replied with a grin, and rocked back on her heels to watch him.
Tam let Tim scrub soot and dust from his face, before she rocked back up onto her toes, and kissed him back. Tim gave her a tired smile.
“So about that boa,” Tim continued teasingly. “Did you have a cabaret in here before me or something?”
“You find it so hard to believe that it's mine?” Tam asked him coyly.
“It's absolutely ridiculous looking,” Tim pointed out. “You have better taste than that.”
“It's Halloween. Looking ridiculous is the point, Ninja Boy,” Tam shot back, as she took the loofa back.
She soaped it up again, and continued washing where Tim had left off. Tam was much more gentle than Tim had been, as she ran the loofa over his neck and shoulders and down to his belly.
“You need to be more careful, babe. The last thing you need is more bruises,” she scolded as she washed.
Tim snorted.
“Just wait until you see me tomorrow,” Tim said wryly. “My back is going to be one big bruise.”
Tam eyed the already purpling skin on Tim's back.
“Yeah, I can see that. Looks like I can't be on top tonight...”
Tim laughed then, but it was a husky and exhausted sort of laugh.
“Tam, no one is going to be on top tonight,” he informed her with a tired smile. “You're lucky I'm standing upright at this point.”
Tam shot him a look of mock indignation.
“You owe me Ninja Boy,” she exclaimed, gesturing, loofa in hand, as wildly as the confined space of the shower stall would allow. “I spend all night misleading the creepy debutantes for you, and this is what I get? A bruised up ninja too tired to be of any use to me.”
“Remind me of this again when I'm in a decent enough physical condition to make good on my debt. Besides, it couldn't have been that hard to mislead them. I'd bet they were all far too perplexed by your boa to inquire too deeply about me,” Tim teased.
Tam tried to hide a smile.
“Don't you diss the boa. The boa is righteous,” Tam insisted.
Tim snorted a laugh and pulled Tam in close.
“Righteous?” he asked, voice clearly amused.
“Hey, it kicked your ass didn't it? Not a lot of people can do that,” she pointed out.
“It startled me!” Tim exclaimed defensively. “I thought you left a dead duck on the floor or something?”
Then Tam did laugh. Tim's face was completely straight, but his eyes sparkled with amusement.
“A duck, huh?” she asked, still laughing.
“It was exceptionally disconcerting,” Tim replied primly.
Tam laughed again, and wrapped her arms around Tim.
“Poor baby,” she cooed, and tangled her fingers in the curls at his neck.
Tim bent his head, and pressed a wet kiss to her temple.
“It's entirely possible that I'm not at the top of my game tonight,” Tim confessed lightly, pressing his check against the top of her head.
“Mmmm, I noticed,” Tam agreed softly. “Don't worry, I'll fend off any and all super-villains and ninja assassins until you're one hundred percent again.”
“How, exactly, do you propose to do that?” Tim asked absently, as his hand ran down her back to rest it on Tam's bottom.
“Feather boa,” Tam reminded him simply with a smug smile.
Tim laughed, and squeezed her butt gently.
“That only works on ninjas, remember?” Tim pointed out. “Not all super-villains are ninjas.”
“That's not a transitive thing?” Tam asked sweetly.
“You impugn the honor of ninjas,” Tim told her with mock severity. “Do you think that's wise?”
“Feather. Boa,” Tam said again with emphasis.
“You are certainly not afraid to use your powers for evil, are you?” Tim asked with a laugh.
He was still smiling when he dipped his head, and nuzzled Tam's neck fondly.
“I will be your greatest foe,” Tam informed him, trying very hard not to smile.
Tim laughed again, and kissed her. One kiss lead to two, and two lead to three. When they stumbled over her feather boa and into the bedroom, Tam did end up on top after all.
Despite his exhaustion, Tim managed to pay his debt admirably.
With interest.
A/N: Oh, Tim. ~<33333
Author: Aravis Tarkheena
Pairing: Tim Drake/Tam Fox
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: Vague references to violence. Implications of sexual activity.
Disclaimer: Not mine, everyone's legal
Word Count: 1,000ish
Author's Notes: Written for lady_sarai for the Fic or Treat Meme. Sara you ship the best het ships. <3333
Secret Weapon
Tam had the dress off almost before she shut the door to her apartment. She kicked off her shoes in the foyer, and was working on her tights, as she made a beeline for the shower.
She smelled like perfume and expensive booze. Her skin felt oily with all of leers and phony smiles that she had endured the whole evening. Tam wanted to bathe more than she wanted anything else in the world.
Tam was almost entirely naked by the time she stepped into the bathroom. She flicked on the taps, as she pulled off the rest of her clothing. The water hadn't even warmed completely, before she slipped inside, leaving a heap of discarded costume accessories in her wake.
Tam shivered as she was hit by the warming spray. It was a relief to scrub the overdone makeup off of her face. She grabbed for her loofa, and covered it with her favorite body wash. The scents of the party were diminished under the strong, sweet smell of the vanilla in her body wash.
Tam scrubbed off several times, rubbing hard. She was about to load her loofa up with soap again, when a soft thud, and a lot of heartfelt swearing drifted over the top of the shower curtain.
“Aren't ninjas supposed to be graceful?” Tam called out with a smile.
The smile widened when she caught sight of the glower on Tim's face as he pushed the curtain aside.
“As it turns out, unexpected feather boas are the secret weakness of all ninjas,” Tim informed her acidly as he stepped into the shower.
He pulled the soapy loofa from her hand, and gave her a quick kiss hello.
“Well that's good to know,” Tam replied with a grin, and rocked back on her heels to watch him.
Tam let Tim scrub soot and dust from his face, before she rocked back up onto her toes, and kissed him back. Tim gave her a tired smile.
“So about that boa,” Tim continued teasingly. “Did you have a cabaret in here before me or something?”
“You find it so hard to believe that it's mine?” Tam asked him coyly.
“It's absolutely ridiculous looking,” Tim pointed out. “You have better taste than that.”
“It's Halloween. Looking ridiculous is the point, Ninja Boy,” Tam shot back, as she took the loofa back.
She soaped it up again, and continued washing where Tim had left off. Tam was much more gentle than Tim had been, as she ran the loofa over his neck and shoulders and down to his belly.
“You need to be more careful, babe. The last thing you need is more bruises,” she scolded as she washed.
Tim snorted.
“Just wait until you see me tomorrow,” Tim said wryly. “My back is going to be one big bruise.”
Tam eyed the already purpling skin on Tim's back.
“Yeah, I can see that. Looks like I can't be on top tonight...”
Tim laughed then, but it was a husky and exhausted sort of laugh.
“Tam, no one is going to be on top tonight,” he informed her with a tired smile. “You're lucky I'm standing upright at this point.”
Tam shot him a look of mock indignation.
“You owe me Ninja Boy,” she exclaimed, gesturing, loofa in hand, as wildly as the confined space of the shower stall would allow. “I spend all night misleading the creepy debutantes for you, and this is what I get? A bruised up ninja too tired to be of any use to me.”
“Remind me of this again when I'm in a decent enough physical condition to make good on my debt. Besides, it couldn't have been that hard to mislead them. I'd bet they were all far too perplexed by your boa to inquire too deeply about me,” Tim teased.
Tam tried to hide a smile.
“Don't you diss the boa. The boa is righteous,” Tam insisted.
Tim snorted a laugh and pulled Tam in close.
“Righteous?” he asked, voice clearly amused.
“Hey, it kicked your ass didn't it? Not a lot of people can do that,” she pointed out.
“It startled me!” Tim exclaimed defensively. “I thought you left a dead duck on the floor or something?”
Then Tam did laugh. Tim's face was completely straight, but his eyes sparkled with amusement.
“A duck, huh?” she asked, still laughing.
“It was exceptionally disconcerting,” Tim replied primly.
Tam laughed again, and wrapped her arms around Tim.
“Poor baby,” she cooed, and tangled her fingers in the curls at his neck.
Tim bent his head, and pressed a wet kiss to her temple.
“It's entirely possible that I'm not at the top of my game tonight,” Tim confessed lightly, pressing his check against the top of her head.
“Mmmm, I noticed,” Tam agreed softly. “Don't worry, I'll fend off any and all super-villains and ninja assassins until you're one hundred percent again.”
“How, exactly, do you propose to do that?” Tim asked absently, as his hand ran down her back to rest it on Tam's bottom.
“Feather boa,” Tam reminded him simply with a smug smile.
Tim laughed, and squeezed her butt gently.
“That only works on ninjas, remember?” Tim pointed out. “Not all super-villains are ninjas.”
“That's not a transitive thing?” Tam asked sweetly.
“You impugn the honor of ninjas,” Tim told her with mock severity. “Do you think that's wise?”
“Feather. Boa,” Tam said again with emphasis.
“You are certainly not afraid to use your powers for evil, are you?” Tim asked with a laugh.
He was still smiling when he dipped his head, and nuzzled Tam's neck fondly.
“I will be your greatest foe,” Tam informed him, trying very hard not to smile.
Tim laughed again, and kissed her. One kiss lead to two, and two lead to three. When they stumbled over her feather boa and into the bedroom, Tam did end up on top after all.
Despite his exhaustion, Tim managed to pay his debt admirably.
With interest.
A/N: Oh, Tim. ~<33333