One-Winged Angels 4/?
anonymous
November 10 2011, 22:06:30 UTC
Rose exhaled slowly, feeling her shoulders drop. She was still keyed up despite the earlier workout; maybe a good sparring match would let her sleep tonight. Without another word she undid the clasp on her utility belt and set it aside. It was easier to practice ground-and-pound without the weight and they wouldn’t be throwing gadgets at each other on the mats. Cass did the same with her belt, but simply let it fall to the floor.
Cass stepped onto the broad mat, her feet silent on the canvas. “Watch.”
Rose nodded as Cass did a roundoff into a back handspring. Even in such simple movements, her form was impeccable.
“Listen.” She said. Rose closed her eyes as Cass repeated the move, listening for the soft creak of her uniform and the whisper of a landing. Cass was making more noise than she ever would out on the streets, but Rose appreciated the other girl’s patience.
“Dodge.”
That was all the warning Rose had. She didn’t have time to complain how Cass had surprised her or how an ambush wasn’t fair when they were supposed to be practicing. Cass gave her just enough time to react to every sweep, punch, and kick. When Rose fell into a defensive rhythm, Cass started moving even faster. There was no pattern, no consistency; Rose could only adapt by instinct. Only when Cass got in half a dozen blows - right shoulder, left leg, four to the chest - did she come to a halt.
Rose was gasping for every ragged breath she could get, fighting the feeling that her blood was turning to acid. Cass tilted her head to the side, chest rising and falling at an even pace. “Good warm-up.”
“Warm-up?” Rose coughed out the word. Her body was flooded with adrenaline, leaving the world blurred at the edges. “I’ve seen speedsters slower than you.”
Cass shrugged. “Practice and time. You will get better.”
“You’ll do this with me again?” Rose raised a brow. One of the things she had learned about being part of the Batfamily was that they were rarely generous with time.
“Until you are your best.” Again, there was that small masked smile. “It’s fun for me too.”
Whatever Cass had been expecting, it hadn’t been for Rose to tackle her to the mat. Or maybe she had seen it coming and just let it happen. Rose didn’t want to dwell on either idea for too long. She pulled Cass’ mask down around her neck and brushed a strand of dark hair away from the other girl’s face.
“What are you doing?” Cass asked. She didn’t seem concerned as much as confused.
“Just making sure there wasn’t a doppelganger under there. We get a lot of copycats in this business.” Rose knew she was too close. Her mouth was barely an inch from Cass’, breath hot with exertion. It was from the warm-up, of course, but still risky.
One-Winged Angels 5/6
anonymous
November 10 2011, 22:08:39 UTC
The kiss was messy. It was broken, a stumbling of lips and teeth Rose hadn’t expected. Cass’ entire body was tense beneath her, like she was waiting for a killing blow to fall. Rose pulled back, propping her arms on either side of Cass’ head. Had she miscalculated? Bruce was going to make her scrub the rims of the Batmobile for a year after he gave her yet another lecture on invading personal space.
“Don’t stop.” Cass was breathing harder now too. That realization sent a shiver right down Rose’s spine. “You’re not…bad. It’s just new.”
“New? You mean you never-” The idea of Cass not knowing something so physical had never crossed Rose’s mind, but it made sense. Sex was a distraction, for better or worse, and Cass operated without distraction. They were both trained to withstand and adapt to pain, not pleasure.
Not that that had stopped Rose. She had learned the other half on her own, mostly during the year she spent with the Titans. Nights with Kory had been like taking in a supernova, discovering worlds no one else knew existed yet. There were others too, some only once and a few Rose went back to when they were in the right city together. It was hard when Batman had eyes everywhere.
He had eyes here too, but Rose didn’t care. Bruce had given her the night off.
Rose offered a smile she hoped was comforting. “I can teach you this like you’re teaching me to fight.”
Cass went still. Rose saw her mind working, calculating, justifying. Was it an acceptable deviation? A chance, one in a million. Rose felt like she was going to burst with tension watching Cass bite down on her lip in thought. When she saw the subtle nod, heard the breathless ‘yes’, she almost couldn’t believe it.
“Then we’ll try this again.” Rose said. “Just feel it out.”
The second kiss was better, rigid at first until Cass let her jaw relax. The curious press of her tongue against Rose’s made the older hero want to throw patience to the wind, but that wouldn’t be fair. They could take their time. The night was theirs.
There was the edge of Cass’ teeth against her lip, then Rose’s hands pressing down on Cass’ shoulders. Not that she could ever pin the other girl, but the pressure was nice. Two of her fingers, bright red standing out against black, trailed across Cass’ collarbone and down between her breasts. The costume was protection first, but still skin-tight. Rose let her strength show in the touch, wanting it to press past Kevlar and personal restraint. Cass watched her explore, pupils dilated as she tried to memorize the pounds per square inch and the way her nerve endings fired.
One-Winged Angels 6/6
anonymous
November 10 2011, 22:09:32 UTC
“Let the stripes lead the way.” The words seemed to curve around Rose’s smirk.
Cass saw red fingers disappear between redder lips and come out slick. Rose drew a wet symbol across her stomach - the bat, what else - before that hand slipped down between Cass’ thighs. Rose groaned as she felt a subtle quiver go through one of Cass’ legs, the muscle tense and eager. Both fingers pressed where Cass’ clit was hidden beneath the suit, stroking just hard enough for her to feel.
They could have lost the outfits, stripped down to nothing and fucked next to the weight bench, but Rose knew it wouldn’t happen that way. There were too many boundaries to break and if something went wrong, it would be easier to distance themselves with masks and bright colors.
So she took every ounce of pleasure she could out of Cass’ hips rocking forward to meet the twist and press of her fingers and relished the marks her teeth left in synthetic black polymers. The softest sound, barely a whimper, was the only warning Rose had before Cass pressed her legs together and arched up, mouth open in a silent scream. She could feel the pulse in the other girl’s thighs, the best mix of blood and dopamine shocking her system for the first time.
It wouldn’t be the last, if Rose had anything to say about it.
There was a laugh, caught between surprise and joy, and Rose couldn’t be sure if it had come from her or Cass. It was unlike either of them, but it sounded like freedom. Before Rose could think what to try next, Cass had switched their positions and pinned her wrists with a steel grip. She couldn’t have escaped, even if she wanted to.
“My turn.” Cass said, her smile showing teeth for the first time that night.
“Watch one, do one, huh?” Rose growled, thrusting her hips upward. “My kind of girl.”
Cass stepped onto the broad mat, her feet silent on the canvas. “Watch.”
Rose nodded as Cass did a roundoff into a back handspring. Even in such simple movements, her form was impeccable.
“Listen.” She said. Rose closed her eyes as Cass repeated the move, listening for the soft creak of her uniform and the whisper of a landing. Cass was making more noise than she ever would out on the streets, but Rose appreciated the other girl’s patience.
“Dodge.”
That was all the warning Rose had. She didn’t have time to complain how Cass had surprised her or how an ambush wasn’t fair when they were supposed to be practicing. Cass gave her just enough time to react to every sweep, punch, and kick. When Rose fell into a defensive rhythm, Cass started moving even faster. There was no pattern, no consistency; Rose could only adapt by instinct. Only when Cass got in half a dozen blows - right shoulder, left leg, four to the chest - did she come to a halt.
Rose was gasping for every ragged breath she could get, fighting the feeling that her blood was turning to acid. Cass tilted her head to the side, chest rising and falling at an even pace. “Good warm-up.”
“Warm-up?” Rose coughed out the word. Her body was flooded with adrenaline, leaving the world blurred at the edges. “I’ve seen speedsters slower than you.”
Cass shrugged. “Practice and time. You will get better.”
“You’ll do this with me again?” Rose raised a brow. One of the things she had learned about being part of the Batfamily was that they were rarely generous with time.
“Until you are your best.” Again, there was that small masked smile. “It’s fun for me too.”
Whatever Cass had been expecting, it hadn’t been for Rose to tackle her to the mat. Or maybe she had seen it coming and just let it happen. Rose didn’t want to dwell on either idea for too long. She pulled Cass’ mask down around her neck and brushed a strand of dark hair away from the other girl’s face.
“What are you doing?” Cass asked. She didn’t seem concerned as much as confused.
“Just making sure there wasn’t a doppelganger under there. We get a lot of copycats in this business.” Rose knew she was too close. Her mouth was barely an inch from Cass’, breath hot with exertion. It was from the warm-up, of course, but still risky.
Why was there always a damn risk?
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“Don’t stop.” Cass was breathing harder now too. That realization sent a shiver right down Rose’s spine. “You’re not…bad. It’s just new.”
“New? You mean you never-” The idea of Cass not knowing something so physical had never crossed Rose’s mind, but it made sense. Sex was a distraction, for better or worse, and Cass operated without distraction. They were both trained to withstand and adapt to pain, not pleasure.
Not that that had stopped Rose. She had learned the other half on her own, mostly during the year she spent with the Titans. Nights with Kory had been like taking in a supernova, discovering worlds no one else knew existed yet. There were others too, some only once and a few Rose went back to when they were in the right city together. It was hard when Batman had eyes everywhere.
He had eyes here too, but Rose didn’t care. Bruce had given her the night off.
Rose offered a smile she hoped was comforting. “I can teach you this like you’re teaching me to fight.”
Cass went still. Rose saw her mind working, calculating, justifying. Was it an acceptable deviation? A chance, one in a million. Rose felt like she was going to burst with tension watching Cass bite down on her lip in thought. When she saw the subtle nod, heard the breathless ‘yes’, she almost couldn’t believe it.
“Then we’ll try this again.” Rose said. “Just feel it out.”
The second kiss was better, rigid at first until Cass let her jaw relax. The curious press of her tongue against Rose’s made the older hero want to throw patience to the wind, but that wouldn’t be fair. They could take their time. The night was theirs.
There was the edge of Cass’ teeth against her lip, then Rose’s hands pressing down on Cass’ shoulders. Not that she could ever pin the other girl, but the pressure was nice. Two of her fingers, bright red standing out against black, trailed across Cass’ collarbone and down between her breasts. The costume was protection first, but still skin-tight. Rose let her strength show in the touch, wanting it to press past Kevlar and personal restraint. Cass watched her explore, pupils dilated as she tried to memorize the pounds per square inch and the way her nerve endings fired.
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Cass saw red fingers disappear between redder lips and come out slick. Rose drew a wet symbol across her stomach - the bat, what else - before that hand slipped down between Cass’ thighs. Rose groaned as she felt a subtle quiver go through one of Cass’ legs, the muscle tense and eager. Both fingers pressed where Cass’ clit was hidden beneath the suit, stroking just hard enough for her to feel.
They could have lost the outfits, stripped down to nothing and fucked next to the weight bench, but Rose knew it wouldn’t happen that way. There were too many boundaries to break and if something went wrong, it would be easier to distance themselves with masks and bright colors.
So she took every ounce of pleasure she could out of Cass’ hips rocking forward to meet the twist and press of her fingers and relished the marks her teeth left in synthetic black polymers. The softest sound, barely a whimper, was the only warning Rose had before Cass pressed her legs together and arched up, mouth open in a silent scream. She could feel the pulse in the other girl’s thighs, the best mix of blood and dopamine shocking her system for the first time.
It wouldn’t be the last, if Rose had anything to say about it.
There was a laugh, caught between surprise and joy, and Rose couldn’t be sure if it had come from her or Cass. It was unlike either of them, but it sounded like freedom. Before Rose could think what to try next, Cass had switched their positions and pinned her wrists with a steel grip. She couldn’t have escaped, even if she wanted to.
“My turn.” Cass said, her smile showing teeth for the first time that night.
“Watch one, do one, huh?” Rose growled, thrusting her hips upward. “My kind of girl.”
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