Quality Time - Chapter 03
Part Two of the "Shots of DC" series.
Companion to "Stolen Time"
Pairings: Bart / Cassie (Kid Flash ii / Wonder Girl ii) (primary), Kon / Tim (Superboy / Robin iii)
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: What Young Justice party would be complete without Truth or Dare? And drunk, no less!
Summary: Cassie's moved out to her own apartment, which calls for a house-warming party that doubles as a Young Justice Reunion.
Quality Time
Companion to " Stolen Time"
By Nightmare and Winged Dreamer
Chapter Three
Dick watched the screen of Cassie's digital camera as he panned the small device around the circle of former Young Justice members sitting on the living room floor in their pajamas from his seat in the armchair, highly amused by how quickly a certain two metas were getting drunk on the Fun Stuff and by the crazy questions that were being asked in their enthusiastic game of Truth or Dare. He had opted to stay out of the game, knowing full well that as comfortably fuzzy-brained he was from all the beer he'd had, there were plenty of questions he would rather not be asked. Besides, with this crew it was more fun to observe than participate. They had a unique dynamic that reminded Dick a lot of the original Titans team and yet was still different, something driven into them by their years of working closely together when they had been kids. Even Greta and Cissie, who had been very much out of the loop for at least five years, had fallen back into their places like pieces of a well-worn puzzle. Oh yes. Dick was having a lot more fun just watching.
Greta looked around the circle of her friends, carefully choosing who to pick on next. "Conner," she decided at last, pinning the Super with playful blue eyes. "Truth or dare?"
"Mmmm, truth." Feeling incredibly fuzzy and loving the change in his state of mind for the first time experience that it was, Kon-El took yet another slow, and even more unsteady, sip of his third glass of the reddish-pink stuff.
"If… you could have anything in the world - and I mean anything - what would you want?"
"Oh, that's an easy one," Superboy chuckled and jerked a thumb at the boy sitting next to him. "Him naked in a hot tub and calling my name."
Greta blushed a bright red at the mental image. Her murmured, "Oh," was covered by Bart's sputtered and loud laughter.
Tim just rolled his eyes and whacked the back of Conner's head, not as much force behind the smack as there could have been since he had to make sure he would actually hit his target. After three glasses of juice, he had begun to feel distinctly blurry and realized the juice had been spiked. He had stubbornly refused anything anyone had tried to give him since. "Keep dreaming, Superbrat." Never mind that he actually liked the idea his boyfriend had just given him.
Cissie and Cassie were grinning like twin Cheshire cats, looking like they would be more than happy to see something like that, but kept any comments to that effect to one understanding look between them.
Conner's head pitched forward with the fwap to the back of his head, but he only grinned at Tim before turning his attention back to the game. "Bart. Truth or Dare, man?"
The young Speedster literally snapped to attention, his spine straightening from his previous slouch. Three and a half glasses of the Fun Stuff had dilated his pupils until his irises were just rings of gold around black. Gone were any checks on his mouth and brain. As Wally would have put it, Bart had reverted back to the "Single Synapse Theory" - from thought to deed with no pause to think of the consequences. "Truth! No, dare! Yeah! Dare!"
A slow grin overtaking his lips, Kon beckoned Bart closer. "C'mere, Imp."
Bart immediately leaned closer.
Leaning forward himself, Superboy whispered into his long time partner-in-crime's ear the very best dare he could think of at the moment. Hoping Bart was gone enough not to think enough to protest the demand, Kon leaned back and tipped his head, hoping. "Well?"
Not even half a second later, there were three bras in Bart's lap and a huge grin on his face. "Done."
Groaning, Tim dropped his face into his hands. And he called those two his best friends.
Staring at the Speedster's lap in disbelief, Greta felt at her shoulders for her familiar brastraps and found them gone. A bright red blush once again overtook her face as she imagined Bart's hands beneath her shirt. "Conner!! Bart!!"
Cissie felt around her shoulders and breasts as well for a second, then burst out laughing at the sight of her lacy red bra sitting with Cassie's plain cotton white and Greta's silky pink push-up bra in the Speedster's lap. She was on her side and gasping for breath in moments, unable to stop laughing.
To her credit, Cassie didn't blush as much as Greta and only had to feel one shoulder to note that her bra was indeed the white one sitting in Bart's lap. Her disbelief quickly melted into laughter and she shook her blond head, unable to even consider being angry or offended.
"Enjoy the show?" asked Kon after he'd stopped chuckling.
Adorable confusion became Bart's expression, his grin vanishing as if it had never existed. "Show?"
From his perch outside the circle, Dick smirked and mentally patted himself on the back for figuring out how to work the video on Cassie's camera just in time for that rather spectacular dare. He wondered what Wally would do when he showed him this.
"You mean to tell me you just removed the bras of three hot chicks and didn't sneak a peek?" Kon looked disappointed and floored at the same time, looking to Dick and then to Tim. "Do you believe this guy?"
"I snuck a peek! I-"
Tim cut him off, seeing Greta's mortified expression and trying to spare more embarrassment. "Bart, shut up and choose your victim already."
Pouting, the Speedster crossed his arms and picked the first person he noticed after facing forward. "Cissie. Truth or dare?"
All eyes and the camera turned toward Cissie who tipped her head in thought for a second then answered, "Truth."
"Is the Green Arrow really your dad?"
"Actually, no. I did a paternity test and it turns out that Oliver Queen is not my father. Thank god." Leaving her answer at that, Cissie looked to Greta and smirked. "Truth or Dare, Greta?"
Still a little red, Greta considered for a moment. "Uh… truth."
"Are you a virgin?"
The blush returned with a vengeance. "Cissie!"
Unmerciful, Cissie just shook her head. "Gotta answer the question, and honestly, Greta."
Sighing, Greta nodded once. "Yes."
"Alright then. Your turn." Satisfied and eager to move on, Cissie leaned back on her hands and waited for the next victim to be chosen.
"Cassie. Truth or dare?"
"Hmmm, truth." Truths were easier than Dares by far, and Cassie wasn't sure she wanted any of the possible Dares that could be given to her that night, so Truth it would be.
"Uhm…" Greta thought for a couple minutes, trying to come up with a good question. She wasn't surprised when Cissie grew impatient and leaned over to whisper a suggestion in her ear. Nodding in agreement, she asked, "If you could sleep with anyone, who would it be?"
Pursing her lips, Wonder Girl considered that question thoroughly for a full thirty seconds or more before answering with a small grin and a faint blush, "A Speedster. You'll never need to change the batteries, and they vibrate."
Superboy nearly choked on his drink, gagging and then swallowing quickly so that he could laugh, and Cissie's eyebrows shot straight up in perfect little arches of surprise at Cassie's almost immediate and… interesting answer.
Tim and Dick shared a knowing look and smirk. There were only five Speedsters for Cassie to choose from, two of them married and two still toddlers. That left only one possibility and he was sitting right there in the room with them.
"You've been talking to Linda, haven't you?" asked Bart, not even considering the hidden meanings behind Cassie's answer. There were now four glasses of the Fun Stuff in him and anything resembling a non-impulsive thought had ceased to exist long ago.
"Only when she calls the Tower looking for you. I like Linda. She's very down to Earth and incredibly awesome. She doesn't mind talking girl stuff for a few hours before I get around to finding you." Grinning with mischief, Cassie surveyed the group around her. The next victim of the game would be… "Tim, Truth or Dare?"
Conner's attention immediately fixed on the boy beside him, finishing off his still half-full and fifth glass of Fun Stuff in one gulp at the same time. For a second he looked completely unstable, swaying a little before catching himself. He looked at the glass as if it had offended him and then looked up to Dick with wide, almost naive eyes. "I can't feel my teeth," he muttered, his voice slurred, but still understandable.
Dick snorted in amusement. "Then that means no more for you. I don't know what happens after you can't feel your teeth anymore and I don't think anyone here wants to find out. Especially not with you, Superboy."
"I can still feel my teeth," Bart offered helpfully. A strong yet brief gust of wind swept through the room and the glass in his hand was suddenly full again.
"Good for you, Bart. Dare, Cassie, and you might want to take that away from him."
"That's the last one, Bart. No more after that, got it?" Cassie waited a full minute before Bart blinked and then nodded incredibly slowly. Apparently he had nodded too fast for her to see before. Satisfied that he would listen to her, or at least that she could prevent him from drinking more, Cassie turned back to Tim, ignoring the fact that Conner was rising a little unsteadily from the couch and heading for the kitchen. "I dare you to get drunk. Just this once."
The Teen Wonder immediately shook his head. "Absolutely not."
"You know that means you absolutely have to take the next dare."
"And I can still refuse it if it's the exact same dare."
"Tim, it wouldn't kill you to cut loose just this once. What's going to happen? You've even got a babysitter!" Cassie gestured at Dick, looking only a little disappointed in Tim's stubborn refusal to relax and enjoy the party to the fullest.
Tim rolled his eyes. "Maybe I want to be able to actually remember this party."
"That's what pictures are for, Tim," Kon murmured as he resettled himself beside him and slipped an arm across his boyfriend's shoulders.
"Exactly," Cassie agreed and caught Cissie nodding out of the corner of her eye.
Sighing, Tim rolled his eyes again. "What's the second dare?"
Cassie glanced at Kon who was at that moment, taking a sip of his drink. Their eyes locked for a split second and Kon winked at her before lowering the glass back to his thigh. "Kiss Conner, and I mean really kiss him," she challenged eyes locking with Tim's.
That dare he could do. Tim couldn't care less if the others saw him and Conner kiss, or even make out. "Fine." Turning to his boyfriend, Tim caught the back of Conner's dark head and pulled him close for a deep kiss. He wasn't surprised when the Super enthusiastically met him halfway. However, he was surprised when Conner's mouth opened and suddenly there was a sweet, fruity liquid trickling into his mouth. A strong hand on the back of his head kept him from pulling away and Tim was forced to swallow if he didn't want to choke. Almost immediately, a thick fog settled over his mind and his vision blurred. Coherency stayed with him just long enough to let him realize what had happened before Tim fell into the headiness of inebriation. "Bastards," he slurred when Conner at last pulled away.
"I promise I'll take really good care of you, baby. Just let yourself unwind," Kon murmured against Tim's mouth and licked up a little trickle of the stuff that had escaped down the Teen Wonder's chin. Super powerful arms carefully gathered Tim close and Kon used his TK to set his glass on the coffee table. He was done for the night now that Tim was out of it and his TK was surprisingly steady. He didn't know if that meant he'd be sobering up soon or if it meant that he wasn't as far gone as he could be or if it meant nothing at all, but he was proud of the fact that he didn't spill so much as a drop or even wobble the glass as it gently landed on the wooden table top.
Grinning a little, Cassie tipped her head. "Up to picking on someone, Tim? It is your turn."
It took Tim a moment to realize Cassie had said anything, as deep in the fog as he was. "Wha- oh. Cissie. Truth or dare?" he asked slowly, carefully saying each word.
Kon smirked at his boyfriend's obvious buzz and shook his head, "I think he's out for the time being guys."
Chuckling a little, Cissie nodded. "I'll say. Uhhhm, dare."
Minutes ticked by, making everyone think that Tim had forgotten what he was doing, before he finally said, "Flash Dick."
The former Arrowette just stared at him for a moment before slowly getting to her feet - a little unsteady thanks to her third mixed drink - and turned to face Dick. "Turn the camera off, please."
Dick didn't hesitate to put the camera lens down on the seat cushion next to him. "Done."
"I can't believe she's- No, wait. I can," muttered Greta, torn between laughter and embarrassment for her friend.
If Cissie was nothing else, she was confident in her body. Smirking a little at the slightly older man's eagerness, Cissie slipped her fingers beneath the hem of her shirt and slowly pulled it up, making it more of a strip than a flash as she gradually brought the cloth up to her chin.
Grinning, Dick swept very appreciative eyes over Cissie's breasts. "Thank you," he said when he finally lifted his gaze to meet her own set of blue eyes.
Curious, Bart leaned right then left, trying to see what Cissie was showing Dick. For a split second he considered zipping over to see, but then his precarious balance left him and his lean became a slow fall, landing him right on Cassie's arm, which was a place he was more than happy to be. Smiling, he put his head on her shoulder and snuggled closer.
"Your welcome, handsome," Cissie murmured with a small, appreciative smile of her own and a playful wink before she let her shirt fall back into place and resumed her place in the circle. Smirking when she saw Cassie shaking her head at the Bart-puppy she had snuggled up to her, Cissie grinned, sipped at her Sex on the Beach and then asked, "Bart, truth or dare?"
Truth was no fun, so, "Dare."
"Kiss Cassie like you mean it." Cissie didn't even leave a second's pause between Bart's response and her dare.
Golden eyes stared at her for a short moment as if determining that she had really just said what Bart thought she'd said. Then a grin lit up the Speedster's face brighter than a Christmas tree and suddenly his open mouth was glued to Cassie's closed one, his tongue worming its way between her lips.
Cassie had barely had a millisecond to process Cissie's dare before there was a very enthusiastic Bart practically in her lap. It took her another second to recover and then her arms wound around his neck and she returned his eager, if a little sloppy kiss, seeing no harm in playing along. It didn't hurt that the warmth and slickness of his tongue against her made her shiver right down to her core.
Moaning, Bart wrapped an arm tightly around Cassie's waist while his other hand found long, soft hair and he kissed her with all the desire he could muster, which was a lot. He just barely remembered that no, she couldn't kiss him back at superspeed the way he wanted to kiss her, but that didn't matter because she was kissing him back regardless. Eventually, Bart noticed that his lightheadedness was because he couldn't breathe and he broke away, panting. Practically purring, he put his chin on Cassie's shoulder and grinned like a cat that had just eaten a whole flock of canaries.
Laughing softly, Cassie hugged him tightly and turned her head enough to murmur near his ear, "Hey, Bart, it's your turn to pick on someone."
If that hadn't just been the best video of the whole night, Dick didn't know what was. Both Bart and Cassie looked like they'd just dry-humped each other from the way their faces were flushed and their eyes glowed. Wally was going to die laughing when he showed this to him. For a moment, Dick considered showing it to Diana, then he figured that she would probably freak. Naw, he wouldn't show this to Diana.
Bart blinked at Cassie's words, piecing together their meaning. He'd completely forgotten that they were playing a game, too consumed with the lingering sensations of kissing the girl of his dreams. "Huh, what? Oh yeah. Uhm… Dick! No, wait, he's not playing. Tim! No, he's wasted. Greta! I dare you to kiss Cissie!"
The shy blond spluttered a startled laugh. "Hey! I didn't get to say truth!"
That got a good laugh out of everyone but Tim, who looked drowsy as he tipped further and further down Kon's body. Superboy didn't seem to mind that Tim was heading for a nice crash into his lap and Cassie shook her head as she put Bart away from her enough to look him in the eyes. "Greta wants a truth question, Bart."
"But truth's no fun!" he declared, pouting.
Cassie was about to insist he just do as Greta had asked when movement caught her attention just out of the corner of her eye. Wonder Girl turned her head just in time to Cissie catch Greta by the cheeks and press faded-red lips to Greta's own natural-nude and slack mouth. Blue eyes widened and blond eyebrows shot up toward her hairline. She couldn't believe was she was seeing!
Greta would have squeaked if she hadn't been so shocked. She had definitely not been expecting Cissie to take on Bart's dare and she sat there rock still, not reacting in the least. Even when the former Arrowette let her go, she still didn't move except to blink, not quite sure what to do.
"Uh… your turn, Greta," Cassie managed after a moment while Cissie just sat back and sipped her drink like nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
Kon just let out a low whistle and looked to Dick. "Did you get that?"
All Nightwing had to do was grin.
"Sweet!"
Rolling her eyes, Cassie prompted, "Greta."
Shaking her head to settle it again, Greta straightened. "Uh, right. Uhm, Cassie. Truth or dare?"
"Dare," Cassie answered immediately. There were only so many truths to tell and the dares were turning out to be more fun anyway.
"Put a tray's worth of ice cubes in Bart's pants."
"Ooo, Greta, that's harsh," Cassie murmured with a sympathetic wince as she gave Bart a gentle shove. "C'mon, you. We have to go to the kitchen. Get up."
Acting very much like an eager puppy, Bart got up just as ordered and followed Cassie into the kitchen. Dick was right on their heels. There was no way in hell he was going to miss filming this.
"I'm sorry, Bart. Okay?" Cassie asked, catching Bart's face between her hands and making him look her right in the eyes. "Please don't be mad because it's only a game, right?"
The only reason she could see him nod was because she was holding his head, which kept him from moving at superspeed. "Right."
Biting her lower lip, Cassie turned, pulled open the fridge and grabbed a full tray of ice. It took her only a millisecond to twist the tray and loosen the cubes inside, transferring them to a glass so that she could get this evil dare over with as quickly as possible. Large, plastic cup in hand, Cassie approached the Speedster and timidly caught at the waist of his jeans. "I'm really, really sorry," she murmured again as she traced the rim of the denim for a second then caught the denim between her fingers. The cloth was warm like the rest of him and she pulled it clear of his body with a wince. "Really, really sorry," she murmured one last time and then dumped the ice down his pants.
Bart didn't so much as wince at the cold hitting his crotch, having begun to vibrate while the ice cubes were still falling. The instant they touched his skin they melted into water, soaking the front of his boxers and jeans down to the middle of his thighs. A few seconds later the dampness was gone, evaporated by the energy he was pumping into the water. Dilated golden eyes hadn't even left Cassie's face the whole time, focused like a puppy on a potential treat.
Cassie blew out a soft breath and shook her head. "Not mad?" she inquired as Dick turned the camera off with a small frown. Bart had taken the fun out of the situation by not reacting in the least, but Cassie was honestly glad that he hadn't. If there had been a reaction she probably would have felt worse.
The young Speedster shook his head, almost looking confused.
"Good. Let's go back and sit down." Rubbing Bart's biceps in an apologetic and comforting gesture, Cassie gave him a small smile and turned to follow Dick's trek back into the living room. There was no doubt in her mind that Bart would follow if not beat her there. Dick was showing Greta the video on the tiny screen on the back of Cassie's digital when they re-entered the living room and Cassie shrugged at Greta's pout. "He's a Speedster," she told the other girl as if that explained everything. It should have anyway.
"Oh well. It was worth a shot." The former Secret shrugged and welcomed her friends back with a lopsided smile.
Smirking at the way Bart immediately leaned against Cassie once they were both sitting down again, Dick resumed his perch in the armchair and waited for the next photo or video opportunity.
"He almost deserved the worst end of that, too," Cassie agreed with a small shrug of the shoulder that wasn't pinned by Bart's weight. "So, Conner. Truth or dare?"
"Hmmm, truth, just to change things up again."
"How far have you gone with the mush-puddle in your lap there?"
Glancing down at Tim's head on his thigh and receiving only a sleepy-eyed blink from his boyfriend, Kon grinned and looked back up to Wonder Girl, answering without the slightest hesitation, "All the way, several ways, many times over."
"Let me guess, you're bottom," ribbed Dick from outside the circle.
"Oh hell no. We trade off, but more often than not Robbie here's bottom." Expression almost loving, Kon smiled down at the nearly sleeping face of his lover. His voice a little less slurred than it had been moments ago, Superboy ran gentle fingers through Tim's hair as he added, "Sometimes it's just really nice to lose the control you have to keep all the time."
"Moving on," prompted Greta, trying to not picture Robin and Superboy having sex and failing miserably. "It's your turn, Conner."
"Hm, Bart. Truth or dare, Imp?"
Cassie had to poke Bart in the side before he responded with, "Dare."
"I dare you to kiss Cassie again, only this time… hmm, see how hot and bothered you can get her with just kisses." He might have been sobering, but apparently his mind was still fuzzy enough to let something like that come out of his mouth, he reflected. Cassie was glaring at him and opening her mouth to protest or something and Kon was about to wince when Bart saved him from whatever frightening wrath he was about to endure.
For the second time that night, Bart was firmly lip-locked with Cassie, his tongue eagerly stroking the roof of her mouth and both sets of fingers tangled in her soft hair. He didn't bother to keep his moans quiet, the glass of the Fun Stuff he'd drank in the half second before Conner's dare having been more than enough to take away his ability to perceive anything more than what was immediately happening to him, and right now that was the warm body at his side, the delicious mouth he was devouring, and the fuzzy heat consuming him from the inside out.
Taken completely by surprise - though she probably shouldn't have been - Cassie almost put up a struggle except that Bart's tongue was just… making her melt. Giving in, she once again kissed Bart back, this time tangling both sets of fingers in his hair. Completely ignoring Cissie's cat-call and Conner's wolf-whistle, Cassie let her eyes slide shut and just gave herself over to the kisses, surprised at how readily she was falling into them.
Watching the time on the bottom corner of the camera's screen, Dick noted with great amusement that this kiss had lasting twice as long as the first one by the time Bart finally let Cassie breathe. If he hadn't been sure that Bart and Cassie were attracted to each other before, he definitely was now. This video had managed to end up even steamier than the last.
Purring once again, the Speedster zipped from his seat next to Cassie to the spot directly behind her with his legs on either side of her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and pulling her back against his chest as he nuzzled her neck.
Breathless and no little bit pleased and amused by Bart's sudden cuddly streak, Cassie squirmed a little and settled back comfortably against Bart's chest. It was all too easy to ignore the faint flush of embarrassment to her cheeks when she had the comfortable warmth of a close friend and crush behind her and the tip of Bart's nose and his lips rubbing against her neck.
Grinning, Superboy reached out and caught his levitating drink as he pulled it back to him with his TK. The world was a lot more fun when he'd been fuzzy and so he took a long pull from the glass before prompting with a highly amused grin, "Bart… pick someone. It's your turn."
"Mmm."
Shaking her head, Cassie announced, "I think we've lost another one. Do you guys want to keep this up or do you want to try something else? We could go to bed, too. Is Tim really asleep?"
Conner looked down and studied his boyfriend for a moment before nodding. "Yeah. I hope I didn't hurt him. I barely gave him a sip, but that shit's strong. I say we call it in for tonight, so that those of us drinking have plenty of time to sleep off some of the alcohol."
Finishing her drink, Cissie finally seemed to rejoin them mentally and nodded. "Yeah, I'm ready to sleep off this nice, fuzzy buzz. Dick, you wanna be my body pillow?"
Dick smiled his charming smile. "That depends. What's in it for me?"
Rolling her eyes at the blatant flirting, Greta rose to her feet and walked over to Cassie and Bart. "Want some help with your pet?" she jokingly asked.
"I'll let you grope me in my sleep. Who knows, you might even get groped back."
Laughing at both Cissie's response and Greta's offer, Cassie sighed. "I think I can handle it, but thanks Greta. I think you'll be getting the couch tonight since Conner and Tim will be sleeping on the floor and so will Cissie and Dick. I have a feeling this one's going to be glued to me until he's sober again."
"The couch is better than the floor." Greta watched Conner carry a sleeping Tim over to their sleeping bags out of the corner of her eye, then returned her full attention to Cassie and laughed when she noticed that Bart had started licking the nape of Cassie's neck. "You sure you don't want any help?"
Giggling, Cassie shook her head and gently elbowed Bart in the gut. "No, thanks. Go ahead and get ready for bed while I decide what to do with him." Turning her full attention to Bart after one last smile at Greta, Cassie told him, "It's bed time."
"Okay." Without any warning, Cassie suddenly found herself on her bed with Bart lying on top of her. Gone were his jeans and his tank, leaving him just in his boxers and miles of hot, hard, defined flesh. Eager lips sought out her mouth yet again, itching for another drugging kiss, as large hands cradled her face.
"Cassie?" called a confused Greta from the living room.
Why bother to struggle, her mind asked her, and Cassie was more than inclined to agree. He hadn't hurt her yet and she doubted very much that he ever would. Giving in for the third time that night, Wonder Girl kissed Kid Flash back for all she was worth, fingers digging into the muscles of Bart's shoulder blades as her thighs cradled his hips. She couldn't resist the soft moan that just had to worm its way out of her throat and into Bart's mouth. The kisses had all been just a little sloppy and Cassie found herself wondering just what kissing him would be like when he was sober.
Slender hips drove down into hers, thrusting Bart's full erection against Cassie's groin as they kissed long and hard. Wanting more, needing more, Bart had laid a trail of wet, messy kisses down Cassie's chin and neck to the hollow of her throat when all of a sudden he stiffened and moaned, eyes wide with surprise. Just as quickly, he relaxed and began to nuzzle the top of her breasts, kissing them through the thin cloth of her sleeping tank. That didn't last long either, for just half a minute later he was using her chest as a pillow and smiling. "Love you, Cassie. Always have," he whispered.
Feeling just a little unfulfilled but glad that things hadn't gotten too far, Cassie carefully slipped out from beneath the young Speedster and stretched out beside him, for a second just watching. He'd just dry-humped his way to orgasm right on top of her and then declared a forever-love. It was quite a bit to take in, but it was late and she could think about it more thoroughly in the morning, sleeping on it to let it stew. A few minutes later, she and Bart were fast asleep together under the flat sheet of her bed set. She could address the situation when he was more sober.
TBC…
Companion to "Stolen Time"
Pairings: Bart / Cassie (Kid Flash ii / Wonder Girl ii) (primary), Kon / Tim (Superboy / Robin iii)
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: What Young Justice party would be complete without Truth or Dare? And drunk, no less!
Summary: Cassie's moved out to her own apartment, which calls for a house-warming party that doubles as a Young Justice Reunion.
Quality Time
Companion to " Stolen Time"
By Nightmare and Winged Dreamer
Chapter Three
Dick watched the screen of Cassie's digital camera as he panned the small device around the circle of former Young Justice members sitting on the living room floor in their pajamas from his seat in the armchair, highly amused by how quickly a certain two metas were getting drunk on the Fun Stuff and by the crazy questions that were being asked in their enthusiastic game of Truth or Dare. He had opted to stay out of the game, knowing full well that as comfortably fuzzy-brained he was from all the beer he'd had, there were plenty of questions he would rather not be asked. Besides, with this crew it was more fun to observe than participate. They had a unique dynamic that reminded Dick a lot of the original Titans team and yet was still different, something driven into them by their years of working closely together when they had been kids. Even Greta and Cissie, who had been very much out of the loop for at least five years, had fallen back into their places like pieces of a well-worn puzzle. Oh yes. Dick was having a lot more fun just watching.
Greta looked around the circle of her friends, carefully choosing who to pick on next. "Conner," she decided at last, pinning the Super with playful blue eyes. "Truth or dare?"
"Mmmm, truth." Feeling incredibly fuzzy and loving the change in his state of mind for the first time experience that it was, Kon-El took yet another slow, and even more unsteady, sip of his third glass of the reddish-pink stuff.
"If… you could have anything in the world - and I mean anything - what would you want?"
"Oh, that's an easy one," Superboy chuckled and jerked a thumb at the boy sitting next to him. "Him naked in a hot tub and calling my name."
Greta blushed a bright red at the mental image. Her murmured, "Oh," was covered by Bart's sputtered and loud laughter.
Tim just rolled his eyes and whacked the back of Conner's head, not as much force behind the smack as there could have been since he had to make sure he would actually hit his target. After three glasses of juice, he had begun to feel distinctly blurry and realized the juice had been spiked. He had stubbornly refused anything anyone had tried to give him since. "Keep dreaming, Superbrat." Never mind that he actually liked the idea his boyfriend had just given him.
Cissie and Cassie were grinning like twin Cheshire cats, looking like they would be more than happy to see something like that, but kept any comments to that effect to one understanding look between them.
Conner's head pitched forward with the fwap to the back of his head, but he only grinned at Tim before turning his attention back to the game. "Bart. Truth or Dare, man?"
The young Speedster literally snapped to attention, his spine straightening from his previous slouch. Three and a half glasses of the Fun Stuff had dilated his pupils until his irises were just rings of gold around black. Gone were any checks on his mouth and brain. As Wally would have put it, Bart had reverted back to the "Single Synapse Theory" - from thought to deed with no pause to think of the consequences. "Truth! No, dare! Yeah! Dare!"
A slow grin overtaking his lips, Kon beckoned Bart closer. "C'mere, Imp."
Bart immediately leaned closer.
Leaning forward himself, Superboy whispered into his long time partner-in-crime's ear the very best dare he could think of at the moment. Hoping Bart was gone enough not to think enough to protest the demand, Kon leaned back and tipped his head, hoping. "Well?"
Not even half a second later, there were three bras in Bart's lap and a huge grin on his face. "Done."
Groaning, Tim dropped his face into his hands. And he called those two his best friends.
Staring at the Speedster's lap in disbelief, Greta felt at her shoulders for her familiar brastraps and found them gone. A bright red blush once again overtook her face as she imagined Bart's hands beneath her shirt. "Conner!! Bart!!"
Cissie felt around her shoulders and breasts as well for a second, then burst out laughing at the sight of her lacy red bra sitting with Cassie's plain cotton white and Greta's silky pink push-up bra in the Speedster's lap. She was on her side and gasping for breath in moments, unable to stop laughing.
To her credit, Cassie didn't blush as much as Greta and only had to feel one shoulder to note that her bra was indeed the white one sitting in Bart's lap. Her disbelief quickly melted into laughter and she shook her blond head, unable to even consider being angry or offended.
"Enjoy the show?" asked Kon after he'd stopped chuckling.
Adorable confusion became Bart's expression, his grin vanishing as if it had never existed. "Show?"
From his perch outside the circle, Dick smirked and mentally patted himself on the back for figuring out how to work the video on Cassie's camera just in time for that rather spectacular dare. He wondered what Wally would do when he showed him this.
"You mean to tell me you just removed the bras of three hot chicks and didn't sneak a peek?" Kon looked disappointed and floored at the same time, looking to Dick and then to Tim. "Do you believe this guy?"
"I snuck a peek! I-"
Tim cut him off, seeing Greta's mortified expression and trying to spare more embarrassment. "Bart, shut up and choose your victim already."
Pouting, the Speedster crossed his arms and picked the first person he noticed after facing forward. "Cissie. Truth or dare?"
All eyes and the camera turned toward Cissie who tipped her head in thought for a second then answered, "Truth."
"Is the Green Arrow really your dad?"
"Actually, no. I did a paternity test and it turns out that Oliver Queen is not my father. Thank god." Leaving her answer at that, Cissie looked to Greta and smirked. "Truth or Dare, Greta?"
Still a little red, Greta considered for a moment. "Uh… truth."
"Are you a virgin?"
The blush returned with a vengeance. "Cissie!"
Unmerciful, Cissie just shook her head. "Gotta answer the question, and honestly, Greta."
Sighing, Greta nodded once. "Yes."
"Alright then. Your turn." Satisfied and eager to move on, Cissie leaned back on her hands and waited for the next victim to be chosen.
"Cassie. Truth or dare?"
"Hmmm, truth." Truths were easier than Dares by far, and Cassie wasn't sure she wanted any of the possible Dares that could be given to her that night, so Truth it would be.
"Uhm…" Greta thought for a couple minutes, trying to come up with a good question. She wasn't surprised when Cissie grew impatient and leaned over to whisper a suggestion in her ear. Nodding in agreement, she asked, "If you could sleep with anyone, who would it be?"
Pursing her lips, Wonder Girl considered that question thoroughly for a full thirty seconds or more before answering with a small grin and a faint blush, "A Speedster. You'll never need to change the batteries, and they vibrate."
Superboy nearly choked on his drink, gagging and then swallowing quickly so that he could laugh, and Cissie's eyebrows shot straight up in perfect little arches of surprise at Cassie's almost immediate and… interesting answer.
Tim and Dick shared a knowing look and smirk. There were only five Speedsters for Cassie to choose from, two of them married and two still toddlers. That left only one possibility and he was sitting right there in the room with them.
"You've been talking to Linda, haven't you?" asked Bart, not even considering the hidden meanings behind Cassie's answer. There were now four glasses of the Fun Stuff in him and anything resembling a non-impulsive thought had ceased to exist long ago.
"Only when she calls the Tower looking for you. I like Linda. She's very down to Earth and incredibly awesome. She doesn't mind talking girl stuff for a few hours before I get around to finding you." Grinning with mischief, Cassie surveyed the group around her. The next victim of the game would be… "Tim, Truth or Dare?"
Conner's attention immediately fixed on the boy beside him, finishing off his still half-full and fifth glass of Fun Stuff in one gulp at the same time. For a second he looked completely unstable, swaying a little before catching himself. He looked at the glass as if it had offended him and then looked up to Dick with wide, almost naive eyes. "I can't feel my teeth," he muttered, his voice slurred, but still understandable.
Dick snorted in amusement. "Then that means no more for you. I don't know what happens after you can't feel your teeth anymore and I don't think anyone here wants to find out. Especially not with you, Superboy."
"I can still feel my teeth," Bart offered helpfully. A strong yet brief gust of wind swept through the room and the glass in his hand was suddenly full again.
"Good for you, Bart. Dare, Cassie, and you might want to take that away from him."
"That's the last one, Bart. No more after that, got it?" Cassie waited a full minute before Bart blinked and then nodded incredibly slowly. Apparently he had nodded too fast for her to see before. Satisfied that he would listen to her, or at least that she could prevent him from drinking more, Cassie turned back to Tim, ignoring the fact that Conner was rising a little unsteadily from the couch and heading for the kitchen. "I dare you to get drunk. Just this once."
The Teen Wonder immediately shook his head. "Absolutely not."
"You know that means you absolutely have to take the next dare."
"And I can still refuse it if it's the exact same dare."
"Tim, it wouldn't kill you to cut loose just this once. What's going to happen? You've even got a babysitter!" Cassie gestured at Dick, looking only a little disappointed in Tim's stubborn refusal to relax and enjoy the party to the fullest.
Tim rolled his eyes. "Maybe I want to be able to actually remember this party."
"That's what pictures are for, Tim," Kon murmured as he resettled himself beside him and slipped an arm across his boyfriend's shoulders.
"Exactly," Cassie agreed and caught Cissie nodding out of the corner of her eye.
Sighing, Tim rolled his eyes again. "What's the second dare?"
Cassie glanced at Kon who was at that moment, taking a sip of his drink. Their eyes locked for a split second and Kon winked at her before lowering the glass back to his thigh. "Kiss Conner, and I mean really kiss him," she challenged eyes locking with Tim's.
That dare he could do. Tim couldn't care less if the others saw him and Conner kiss, or even make out. "Fine." Turning to his boyfriend, Tim caught the back of Conner's dark head and pulled him close for a deep kiss. He wasn't surprised when the Super enthusiastically met him halfway. However, he was surprised when Conner's mouth opened and suddenly there was a sweet, fruity liquid trickling into his mouth. A strong hand on the back of his head kept him from pulling away and Tim was forced to swallow if he didn't want to choke. Almost immediately, a thick fog settled over his mind and his vision blurred. Coherency stayed with him just long enough to let him realize what had happened before Tim fell into the headiness of inebriation. "Bastards," he slurred when Conner at last pulled away.
"I promise I'll take really good care of you, baby. Just let yourself unwind," Kon murmured against Tim's mouth and licked up a little trickle of the stuff that had escaped down the Teen Wonder's chin. Super powerful arms carefully gathered Tim close and Kon used his TK to set his glass on the coffee table. He was done for the night now that Tim was out of it and his TK was surprisingly steady. He didn't know if that meant he'd be sobering up soon or if it meant that he wasn't as far gone as he could be or if it meant nothing at all, but he was proud of the fact that he didn't spill so much as a drop or even wobble the glass as it gently landed on the wooden table top.
Grinning a little, Cassie tipped her head. "Up to picking on someone, Tim? It is your turn."
It took Tim a moment to realize Cassie had said anything, as deep in the fog as he was. "Wha- oh. Cissie. Truth or dare?" he asked slowly, carefully saying each word.
Kon smirked at his boyfriend's obvious buzz and shook his head, "I think he's out for the time being guys."
Chuckling a little, Cissie nodded. "I'll say. Uhhhm, dare."
Minutes ticked by, making everyone think that Tim had forgotten what he was doing, before he finally said, "Flash Dick."
The former Arrowette just stared at him for a moment before slowly getting to her feet - a little unsteady thanks to her third mixed drink - and turned to face Dick. "Turn the camera off, please."
Dick didn't hesitate to put the camera lens down on the seat cushion next to him. "Done."
"I can't believe she's- No, wait. I can," muttered Greta, torn between laughter and embarrassment for her friend.
If Cissie was nothing else, she was confident in her body. Smirking a little at the slightly older man's eagerness, Cissie slipped her fingers beneath the hem of her shirt and slowly pulled it up, making it more of a strip than a flash as she gradually brought the cloth up to her chin.
Grinning, Dick swept very appreciative eyes over Cissie's breasts. "Thank you," he said when he finally lifted his gaze to meet her own set of blue eyes.
Curious, Bart leaned right then left, trying to see what Cissie was showing Dick. For a split second he considered zipping over to see, but then his precarious balance left him and his lean became a slow fall, landing him right on Cassie's arm, which was a place he was more than happy to be. Smiling, he put his head on her shoulder and snuggled closer.
"Your welcome, handsome," Cissie murmured with a small, appreciative smile of her own and a playful wink before she let her shirt fall back into place and resumed her place in the circle. Smirking when she saw Cassie shaking her head at the Bart-puppy she had snuggled up to her, Cissie grinned, sipped at her Sex on the Beach and then asked, "Bart, truth or dare?"
Truth was no fun, so, "Dare."
"Kiss Cassie like you mean it." Cissie didn't even leave a second's pause between Bart's response and her dare.
Golden eyes stared at her for a short moment as if determining that she had really just said what Bart thought she'd said. Then a grin lit up the Speedster's face brighter than a Christmas tree and suddenly his open mouth was glued to Cassie's closed one, his tongue worming its way between her lips.
Cassie had barely had a millisecond to process Cissie's dare before there was a very enthusiastic Bart practically in her lap. It took her another second to recover and then her arms wound around his neck and she returned his eager, if a little sloppy kiss, seeing no harm in playing along. It didn't hurt that the warmth and slickness of his tongue against her made her shiver right down to her core.
Moaning, Bart wrapped an arm tightly around Cassie's waist while his other hand found long, soft hair and he kissed her with all the desire he could muster, which was a lot. He just barely remembered that no, she couldn't kiss him back at superspeed the way he wanted to kiss her, but that didn't matter because she was kissing him back regardless. Eventually, Bart noticed that his lightheadedness was because he couldn't breathe and he broke away, panting. Practically purring, he put his chin on Cassie's shoulder and grinned like a cat that had just eaten a whole flock of canaries.
Laughing softly, Cassie hugged him tightly and turned her head enough to murmur near his ear, "Hey, Bart, it's your turn to pick on someone."
If that hadn't just been the best video of the whole night, Dick didn't know what was. Both Bart and Cassie looked like they'd just dry-humped each other from the way their faces were flushed and their eyes glowed. Wally was going to die laughing when he showed this to him. For a moment, Dick considered showing it to Diana, then he figured that she would probably freak. Naw, he wouldn't show this to Diana.
Bart blinked at Cassie's words, piecing together their meaning. He'd completely forgotten that they were playing a game, too consumed with the lingering sensations of kissing the girl of his dreams. "Huh, what? Oh yeah. Uhm… Dick! No, wait, he's not playing. Tim! No, he's wasted. Greta! I dare you to kiss Cissie!"
The shy blond spluttered a startled laugh. "Hey! I didn't get to say truth!"
That got a good laugh out of everyone but Tim, who looked drowsy as he tipped further and further down Kon's body. Superboy didn't seem to mind that Tim was heading for a nice crash into his lap and Cassie shook her head as she put Bart away from her enough to look him in the eyes. "Greta wants a truth question, Bart."
"But truth's no fun!" he declared, pouting.
Cassie was about to insist he just do as Greta had asked when movement caught her attention just out of the corner of her eye. Wonder Girl turned her head just in time to Cissie catch Greta by the cheeks and press faded-red lips to Greta's own natural-nude and slack mouth. Blue eyes widened and blond eyebrows shot up toward her hairline. She couldn't believe was she was seeing!
Greta would have squeaked if she hadn't been so shocked. She had definitely not been expecting Cissie to take on Bart's dare and she sat there rock still, not reacting in the least. Even when the former Arrowette let her go, she still didn't move except to blink, not quite sure what to do.
"Uh… your turn, Greta," Cassie managed after a moment while Cissie just sat back and sipped her drink like nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
Kon just let out a low whistle and looked to Dick. "Did you get that?"
All Nightwing had to do was grin.
"Sweet!"
Rolling her eyes, Cassie prompted, "Greta."
Shaking her head to settle it again, Greta straightened. "Uh, right. Uhm, Cassie. Truth or dare?"
"Dare," Cassie answered immediately. There were only so many truths to tell and the dares were turning out to be more fun anyway.
"Put a tray's worth of ice cubes in Bart's pants."
"Ooo, Greta, that's harsh," Cassie murmured with a sympathetic wince as she gave Bart a gentle shove. "C'mon, you. We have to go to the kitchen. Get up."
Acting very much like an eager puppy, Bart got up just as ordered and followed Cassie into the kitchen. Dick was right on their heels. There was no way in hell he was going to miss filming this.
"I'm sorry, Bart. Okay?" Cassie asked, catching Bart's face between her hands and making him look her right in the eyes. "Please don't be mad because it's only a game, right?"
The only reason she could see him nod was because she was holding his head, which kept him from moving at superspeed. "Right."
Biting her lower lip, Cassie turned, pulled open the fridge and grabbed a full tray of ice. It took her only a millisecond to twist the tray and loosen the cubes inside, transferring them to a glass so that she could get this evil dare over with as quickly as possible. Large, plastic cup in hand, Cassie approached the Speedster and timidly caught at the waist of his jeans. "I'm really, really sorry," she murmured again as she traced the rim of the denim for a second then caught the denim between her fingers. The cloth was warm like the rest of him and she pulled it clear of his body with a wince. "Really, really sorry," she murmured one last time and then dumped the ice down his pants.
Bart didn't so much as wince at the cold hitting his crotch, having begun to vibrate while the ice cubes were still falling. The instant they touched his skin they melted into water, soaking the front of his boxers and jeans down to the middle of his thighs. A few seconds later the dampness was gone, evaporated by the energy he was pumping into the water. Dilated golden eyes hadn't even left Cassie's face the whole time, focused like a puppy on a potential treat.
Cassie blew out a soft breath and shook her head. "Not mad?" she inquired as Dick turned the camera off with a small frown. Bart had taken the fun out of the situation by not reacting in the least, but Cassie was honestly glad that he hadn't. If there had been a reaction she probably would have felt worse.
The young Speedster shook his head, almost looking confused.
"Good. Let's go back and sit down." Rubbing Bart's biceps in an apologetic and comforting gesture, Cassie gave him a small smile and turned to follow Dick's trek back into the living room. There was no doubt in her mind that Bart would follow if not beat her there. Dick was showing Greta the video on the tiny screen on the back of Cassie's digital when they re-entered the living room and Cassie shrugged at Greta's pout. "He's a Speedster," she told the other girl as if that explained everything. It should have anyway.
"Oh well. It was worth a shot." The former Secret shrugged and welcomed her friends back with a lopsided smile.
Smirking at the way Bart immediately leaned against Cassie once they were both sitting down again, Dick resumed his perch in the armchair and waited for the next photo or video opportunity.
"He almost deserved the worst end of that, too," Cassie agreed with a small shrug of the shoulder that wasn't pinned by Bart's weight. "So, Conner. Truth or dare?"
"Hmmm, truth, just to change things up again."
"How far have you gone with the mush-puddle in your lap there?"
Glancing down at Tim's head on his thigh and receiving only a sleepy-eyed blink from his boyfriend, Kon grinned and looked back up to Wonder Girl, answering without the slightest hesitation, "All the way, several ways, many times over."
"Let me guess, you're bottom," ribbed Dick from outside the circle.
"Oh hell no. We trade off, but more often than not Robbie here's bottom." Expression almost loving, Kon smiled down at the nearly sleeping face of his lover. His voice a little less slurred than it had been moments ago, Superboy ran gentle fingers through Tim's hair as he added, "Sometimes it's just really nice to lose the control you have to keep all the time."
"Moving on," prompted Greta, trying to not picture Robin and Superboy having sex and failing miserably. "It's your turn, Conner."
"Hm, Bart. Truth or dare, Imp?"
Cassie had to poke Bart in the side before he responded with, "Dare."
"I dare you to kiss Cassie again, only this time… hmm, see how hot and bothered you can get her with just kisses." He might have been sobering, but apparently his mind was still fuzzy enough to let something like that come out of his mouth, he reflected. Cassie was glaring at him and opening her mouth to protest or something and Kon was about to wince when Bart saved him from whatever frightening wrath he was about to endure.
For the second time that night, Bart was firmly lip-locked with Cassie, his tongue eagerly stroking the roof of her mouth and both sets of fingers tangled in her soft hair. He didn't bother to keep his moans quiet, the glass of the Fun Stuff he'd drank in the half second before Conner's dare having been more than enough to take away his ability to perceive anything more than what was immediately happening to him, and right now that was the warm body at his side, the delicious mouth he was devouring, and the fuzzy heat consuming him from the inside out.
Taken completely by surprise - though she probably shouldn't have been - Cassie almost put up a struggle except that Bart's tongue was just… making her melt. Giving in, she once again kissed Bart back, this time tangling both sets of fingers in his hair. Completely ignoring Cissie's cat-call and Conner's wolf-whistle, Cassie let her eyes slide shut and just gave herself over to the kisses, surprised at how readily she was falling into them.
Watching the time on the bottom corner of the camera's screen, Dick noted with great amusement that this kiss had lasting twice as long as the first one by the time Bart finally let Cassie breathe. If he hadn't been sure that Bart and Cassie were attracted to each other before, he definitely was now. This video had managed to end up even steamier than the last.
Purring once again, the Speedster zipped from his seat next to Cassie to the spot directly behind her with his legs on either side of her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and pulling her back against his chest as he nuzzled her neck.
Breathless and no little bit pleased and amused by Bart's sudden cuddly streak, Cassie squirmed a little and settled back comfortably against Bart's chest. It was all too easy to ignore the faint flush of embarrassment to her cheeks when she had the comfortable warmth of a close friend and crush behind her and the tip of Bart's nose and his lips rubbing against her neck.
Grinning, Superboy reached out and caught his levitating drink as he pulled it back to him with his TK. The world was a lot more fun when he'd been fuzzy and so he took a long pull from the glass before prompting with a highly amused grin, "Bart… pick someone. It's your turn."
"Mmm."
Shaking her head, Cassie announced, "I think we've lost another one. Do you guys want to keep this up or do you want to try something else? We could go to bed, too. Is Tim really asleep?"
Conner looked down and studied his boyfriend for a moment before nodding. "Yeah. I hope I didn't hurt him. I barely gave him a sip, but that shit's strong. I say we call it in for tonight, so that those of us drinking have plenty of time to sleep off some of the alcohol."
Finishing her drink, Cissie finally seemed to rejoin them mentally and nodded. "Yeah, I'm ready to sleep off this nice, fuzzy buzz. Dick, you wanna be my body pillow?"
Dick smiled his charming smile. "That depends. What's in it for me?"
Rolling her eyes at the blatant flirting, Greta rose to her feet and walked over to Cassie and Bart. "Want some help with your pet?" she jokingly asked.
"I'll let you grope me in my sleep. Who knows, you might even get groped back."
Laughing at both Cissie's response and Greta's offer, Cassie sighed. "I think I can handle it, but thanks Greta. I think you'll be getting the couch tonight since Conner and Tim will be sleeping on the floor and so will Cissie and Dick. I have a feeling this one's going to be glued to me until he's sober again."
"The couch is better than the floor." Greta watched Conner carry a sleeping Tim over to their sleeping bags out of the corner of her eye, then returned her full attention to Cassie and laughed when she noticed that Bart had started licking the nape of Cassie's neck. "You sure you don't want any help?"
Giggling, Cassie shook her head and gently elbowed Bart in the gut. "No, thanks. Go ahead and get ready for bed while I decide what to do with him." Turning her full attention to Bart after one last smile at Greta, Cassie told him, "It's bed time."
"Okay." Without any warning, Cassie suddenly found herself on her bed with Bart lying on top of her. Gone were his jeans and his tank, leaving him just in his boxers and miles of hot, hard, defined flesh. Eager lips sought out her mouth yet again, itching for another drugging kiss, as large hands cradled her face.
"Cassie?" called a confused Greta from the living room.
Why bother to struggle, her mind asked her, and Cassie was more than inclined to agree. He hadn't hurt her yet and she doubted very much that he ever would. Giving in for the third time that night, Wonder Girl kissed Kid Flash back for all she was worth, fingers digging into the muscles of Bart's shoulder blades as her thighs cradled his hips. She couldn't resist the soft moan that just had to worm its way out of her throat and into Bart's mouth. The kisses had all been just a little sloppy and Cassie found herself wondering just what kissing him would be like when he was sober.
Slender hips drove down into hers, thrusting Bart's full erection against Cassie's groin as they kissed long and hard. Wanting more, needing more, Bart had laid a trail of wet, messy kisses down Cassie's chin and neck to the hollow of her throat when all of a sudden he stiffened and moaned, eyes wide with surprise. Just as quickly, he relaxed and began to nuzzle the top of her breasts, kissing them through the thin cloth of her sleeping tank. That didn't last long either, for just half a minute later he was using her chest as a pillow and smiling. "Love you, Cassie. Always have," he whispered.
Feeling just a little unfulfilled but glad that things hadn't gotten too far, Cassie carefully slipped out from beneath the young Speedster and stretched out beside him, for a second just watching. He'd just dry-humped his way to orgasm right on top of her and then declared a forever-love. It was quite a bit to take in, but it was late and she could think about it more thoroughly in the morning, sleeping on it to let it stew. A few minutes later, she and Bart were fast asleep together under the flat sheet of her bed set. She could address the situation when he was more sober.
TBC…