fic: The Way He Moves
Title: The Way He Moves
Author: darthbatgirl
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Characters: Roy/Tim, mentions of Remy/Tim
Summary: Roy really doesn't like Tim's visiting friend.
Word Count: 461
Warnings: none that I can think of.
A/N: Written for the Roy/Tim love fest. Uses the prompt jealousy given by merfilly
Roy wasn't jealous. He really really wasn't. Or at least that's what he kept telling himself.
He was at least certain people wouldn't just laugh in his face for saying so. Well his friends at least wouldn't (Beast Boy might). Because it was plain to anyone who had eyes that Roy was more than a little jealous of the visiting Remy LeBeau.
Roy's hands clenched with the want to throw something at LeBeau as the Cajun bent down and whispered in Tim's ear. It wasn't just because this seemingly complete stranger showed up out of nowhere and completely monopolized all of Tim's time and attention. It was the way LeBeau did it. It was the familiarity that he had with Tim. He moved with ease and confidence around Tim, often leaning in close to whisper in Tim's ear or gave him small touches that meant nothing and everything.
What annoyed Roy even more was, not only didn't Tim mind the liberties that LeBeau was taking, he welcomed it. He would give a half smile that shone in his eyes, he'd lean into the caresses just slightly, he'd give a content sigh to having the Cajun so close.
Roy could count the number of people Tim felt comfortable with having that close to him on one hand.
So at some point in time Remy LeBeau and Tim Drake had had some kind of relationship and apparently it didn't end on harsh feelings. Much to Roy's disappointment.
So here he was at some boring party at the Wayne Towers, watching as this Cajun thief charmed his bird.
Roy shook his head as he grabbed a glass of wine and drained it and sat it on a nearby table. Well he wasn't just going to sit back and do nothing. He made his way through the crowd and wrapped his arms around Tim's waist, nuzzling his temple.
“Roy,” Tim smiled as he leaned into his lover's embrace. “Was wondering where you were.”
“Oui, homme, thought dat Ah had to entertain Petite all by myself,” Remy said with a smirk as he shuffled his ever present deck of cards.
Roy suppressed a growl, he didn't know if he hated those cards or LeBeau's pet name for Tim more.
“Don't worry. I”m always close by,” Roy said throwing LeBeau a smirk.
“I'm glad,” Tim whispered.
Roy smiled brightly at that, “Let's dance,” he whispered as he pulled Tim onto the dance floor. He held Tim close,whispering soft endearments in his lover's ear as they swirled around the dance floor. The first time Roy felt content all evening. Remy LeBeau might be charming, handsome, and a bit of a rouge, but so was Roy when you got right down to it.