fic: That Boyish Charm
Title: That Boyish Charm
Author: darthbatgirl
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Characters: Roy/Tim, Lian
Summary: Tim comes home after an undercover mission
Word Count: 831
Warnings: fluff
A/N: written for
aravistarkheena
With a tired sigh Tim trudged up to the front door of his and Roy's townhouse. He had been gone for two months on an undercover mission, he was tired, sore, but glad to be home. He scratched at the beard he had grown as part of his disguise happily thinking of being able to be rid of the thing in the morning as he opened the door, only to have a three foot whirlwind almost knock him down. “You're home! You're home! You're home!” Lian sang out as she hugged Tim as tightly as she could. Tim smiled happily as he picked up the small girl and kissed her on the forehead.
“Yes I am and I missed you so much,” Tim said as he hugged her.
“Lian! Don't knock Papa down right as he gets inside the house,” Roy chided as he walked up and enveloped both of them in a hug, kissing first Lian on the head and then Tim on the temple. “And aren't you suppose to be in bed young lady?”
Lian looked guiltily up at her father, “I just wanted to see Papa . . .”
“Don't worry Princess, I'll be here in the morning, now get back to bed,” Tim said gently as he placed Lian back on the ground.
“Alright, I'm going. Besides Daddy's missed you a lot so he'll want to hug you too.” Lian said as she went back to her room.
As soon as Lian was safely back in her room, with the door firmly shut. Roy pressed Tim up against the wall and kissed him hungrily. “She right you know,” Roy whispered huskily between kisses. “I missed you. Two months is too damn long.”
“I agree, but what was I suppose to do let the bad guys get away?” Tim teased as he kissed Roy back just as hungrily.
“Guess not, “ Roy said as he stepped back, but not before playfully pulling on Tim's beard. “Good thing Lian recognized you, you really look weird with that.”
“Tell me about,” Tim said as Roy wrapped his arm around Tim and lead him upstairs to their room. “I'll be glad to shave it off tomorrow.”
* * * * *
After a very enthusiastic welcome home from Roy and long hot shower, Tim gratefully fell into bed, thankful to be able to sleep in his own bed. With a happy sigh, Tim closed his eyes to fall asleep when he felt Roy watching him.
He cracked open an eye and looked at Roy who had a thoughtful look on his face. “What's wrong Roy?”
Roy shook his head. “Nothing. Just . . .nothing. I'm glad you're home. It's just . . nothing.”
“Roy.”
“It's the beard. It's kind of weird don't you think? I mean it's just not you. You know?” Roy said lamely as he gave the offending beard a little scowl.
“Well you don't have to worry about it much longer. It's getting shaved off tomorrow morning.” Tim said tiredly as he turned over to bury his head in the pillow. “Didn't like it much myself, but it was helpful for the mission.”
“Tomorrow morning?” Roy asked, trying to hide the disappointment from his voice.
“Yes tomorrow, first thing in the morning I'll shave it off, okay?”
“Well if you want to wait that long I guess. . . .”
Tim rolled over and looked at Roy. “You really aren't asking me to shave it off now are you? Roy I'm tired, I just want to go to sleep. Surely you can wait till tomorrow for me to shave it off.”
“Yeah, You're right I can wait,” he said as he settled back down next to Tim, wrapping and arm around Tim's waist. “Just you know you've always been clean cut, not a hint of stubble or anything. You had that nice boyish charm thing going for you, and you came back looking like Grizzly Adam - I don't feel like I got my Tim back yet.”
“You're serious about this aren't you? You want me to get up right now and go shave it off.” Tim said incredibly. “You've grown beards before and I've never bugged you about shaving them off.”
“You're right. I have grown them and you've never asked me to shave them off. . . it's just . . .I want my Timmy back,” Roy said, not able to keep the whine from his voice.
With a gutsy sigh Tim kicked off the blankets and stomped to the bathroom thinking that the next time that Roy went away on a JLA or a Titans mission and came back with his hair long a shaggy, he wasn't going to let Roy in the house, let along the bedroom, until he got it cut nice and neat.