#083 - Falling Fast (DCU, Kon/Steph, PG)
Title: Falling Fast
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Kon/Steph
Rating: PG
Word count: 499
Challenge: #083 Chicken
Steph’s smirking, giving him this come-on look. “Don’t be a chicken,” she goads and there’s no way Kon can back out now.
Which is why a few minutes later he’s soaring over Gotham’s jagged skyline. Lying on his back, like he’s floating on water, with his hands braced palm-up against his chest. The soles of Steph’s boots press down against his palms, and he’s got his fingertips wrapped around the toes, using a bit of TTK for extra support, because he’s kind of terrified of dropping her.
Sure, Kon would catch her, but he still has visions of the Bats swooping in on him, Cass and Tim and Bruce wielding Kryptonite batarangs with murder in their eyes.
It’s just that Steph has this way of making Kon do really stupid things, and given his history of doing exceptionally stupid things all on his own with no help whatsoever, that’s saying something. Steph always leaves him punch-drunk dumb, and it’s not even about him thinking with the contents of his Green Lantern boxers.
Okay, so maybe it’s a little about that.
But more than that, it’s the fact that she’s funny and easygoing and awesome, so full of hope and sarcasm. She knows when to call him on his crap, but she also knows when to push him further, and he’s so weak to her smiles that it’s bordering on embarrassing.
This isn’t even the most ridiculous thing she’s talked him into lately, not by a long shot.
Steph whoops, arms spread wide and head thrown back, and Kon can feel himself grinning for her happiness. She’s basically standing on his chest, and it’s the best thing in the world, because they’re together and it feels right.
He feels a pull at the TTK, even though he’s being careful not to fly too fast, because the wind can be harsh and Steph’s not exactly in an aerodynamic position right now. She’s slipping, but he realises she’s doing it on purpose, her eyes closed as she lets herself fall backwards.
Kon releases the TTK, and her smile is so serene as she arcs through the air. She trusts him to keep her safe, and he will, although he lets her drop a few feet before he turns in a tight ball and goes after her. Scooping her up, and Steph’s laughing breathlessly, cheeks flushed pink and eyes bright and shining. She wraps her arms around his neck, squirming and kicking out as adrenaline courses through her, and Kon laughs and holds on, face buried in her blonde hair.
When she kisses him, her lips taste like cold night air, but her tongue is hot as it slides against his own. She gets a hand in his hair, ruffles it just because it always makes him frown and fuss it back the way he likes it. But right now he doesn’t care about what his hair looks like, he doesn’t care about anything that isn’t her, and Steph smiles against his lips.
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Kon/Steph
Rating: PG
Word count: 499
Challenge: #083 Chicken
Steph’s smirking, giving him this come-on look. “Don’t be a chicken,” she goads and there’s no way Kon can back out now.
Which is why a few minutes later he’s soaring over Gotham’s jagged skyline. Lying on his back, like he’s floating on water, with his hands braced palm-up against his chest. The soles of Steph’s boots press down against his palms, and he’s got his fingertips wrapped around the toes, using a bit of TTK for extra support, because he’s kind of terrified of dropping her.
Sure, Kon would catch her, but he still has visions of the Bats swooping in on him, Cass and Tim and Bruce wielding Kryptonite batarangs with murder in their eyes.
It’s just that Steph has this way of making Kon do really stupid things, and given his history of doing exceptionally stupid things all on his own with no help whatsoever, that’s saying something. Steph always leaves him punch-drunk dumb, and it’s not even about him thinking with the contents of his Green Lantern boxers.
Okay, so maybe it’s a little about that.
But more than that, it’s the fact that she’s funny and easygoing and awesome, so full of hope and sarcasm. She knows when to call him on his crap, but she also knows when to push him further, and he’s so weak to her smiles that it’s bordering on embarrassing.
This isn’t even the most ridiculous thing she’s talked him into lately, not by a long shot.
Steph whoops, arms spread wide and head thrown back, and Kon can feel himself grinning for her happiness. She’s basically standing on his chest, and it’s the best thing in the world, because they’re together and it feels right.
He feels a pull at the TTK, even though he’s being careful not to fly too fast, because the wind can be harsh and Steph’s not exactly in an aerodynamic position right now. She’s slipping, but he realises she’s doing it on purpose, her eyes closed as she lets herself fall backwards.
Kon releases the TTK, and her smile is so serene as she arcs through the air. She trusts him to keep her safe, and he will, although he lets her drop a few feet before he turns in a tight ball and goes after her. Scooping her up, and Steph’s laughing breathlessly, cheeks flushed pink and eyes bright and shining. She wraps her arms around his neck, squirming and kicking out as adrenaline courses through her, and Kon laughs and holds on, face buried in her blonde hair.
When she kisses him, her lips taste like cold night air, but her tongue is hot as it slides against his own. She gets a hand in his hair, ruffles it just because it always makes him frown and fuss it back the way he likes it. But right now he doesn’t care about what his hair looks like, he doesn’t care about anything that isn’t her, and Steph smiles against his lips.