Fic: That Little Extra Push(Tim/Cissie)
Title: That Little Extra Push
By: milleniumrex
Rating: R
Characters: Tim Drake/Cissie King-Jones
Words: 477
Summary: Tim encounters Poison Ivy. Cissie encounters Tim.
Author's Notes/Warnings: Written for lady_sarai's request of "sex pollen" for coldfiredragon's The Summer of Cliches Fic-a-thon!.
Cissie knew something was wrong with Tim the second he stepped in her window. It wasn't the slightly glassed over eyes, or the way that he was unnaturally silent, or even the fact that he smelled like fresh roses in the middle of December. No, what tipped Cissie off was the fact that her normally shy boyfriend tackled her like a wild animal in heat. She opened her mouth to express shock over this, but nothing came out besides a deep moan, as Tim slid his hand up her skirt. She could have easily fought him off in his single-minded state, but didn't resist, because really, this was what she had been hoping for for a long time now. And Tim, as passionate and intense as he was being, was still as loving as always in the way he caressed her skin. She loved Tim. He loved her. And at last, Tim was finally ready to show it.
Still, she really was going to miss the blouse that was now lying in tatters on the floor. When Tim's passion boiled over, apparently no article of clothing would stand in the way.
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"Oh, God. Oh, God. Ciss, I am so sorry."
"So....sex pollen, huh? That...explains a lot, actually."
"Did I hurt you? Oh, God. I just couldn't - "
"No, you didn't hurt me at all. It was amazing, actually. Not that I have anything to compare it to, but from the stories I've heard, that was probably one of the all-time best first times."
"Gah. Stupid Poison Ivy. I mean, I thought it was a good idea for me to run for the nearest safe location before it took effect, but..."
"Well, better me than the bitch herself. Which is probably what she was hoping for. So...out of curiosity, how much do you remember?"
Tim rubbed his temples. "Everything. I could think, I could feel, I could hear, but I was just overtaken by such an intense urge, there was really nothing I could do about it."
There was an awkward pause. Finally, Cissie spoke up.
"Well, that's one way to get over the first-time jitters."
Tim turned to the side. "I can't believe you're so calm about it."
"Well, why not? We've been meaning to, right? This just gave us a little push, and I think we can both agree it was worth the wait."
"Well, yeah, but - "
"So....I kind of want to try it without anyone under the control of evil plants.
Cissie rolled over and pounced on Tim, whose eyes went wide. It seemed like a shame to waste such a good opportunity, and she hadn't been able to try any of her tricks with Tim so agressive last time. She's have to thank that bitch Poison Ivy next time she saw her - right before she knocked her out.
By: milleniumrex
Rating: R
Characters: Tim Drake/Cissie King-Jones
Words: 477
Summary: Tim encounters Poison Ivy. Cissie encounters Tim.
Author's Notes/Warnings: Written for lady_sarai's request of "sex pollen" for coldfiredragon's The Summer of Cliches Fic-a-thon!.
Cissie knew something was wrong with Tim the second he stepped in her window. It wasn't the slightly glassed over eyes, or the way that he was unnaturally silent, or even the fact that he smelled like fresh roses in the middle of December. No, what tipped Cissie off was the fact that her normally shy boyfriend tackled her like a wild animal in heat. She opened her mouth to express shock over this, but nothing came out besides a deep moan, as Tim slid his hand up her skirt. She could have easily fought him off in his single-minded state, but didn't resist, because really, this was what she had been hoping for for a long time now. And Tim, as passionate and intense as he was being, was still as loving as always in the way he caressed her skin. She loved Tim. He loved her. And at last, Tim was finally ready to show it.
Still, she really was going to miss the blouse that was now lying in tatters on the floor. When Tim's passion boiled over, apparently no article of clothing would stand in the way.
__________
"Oh, God. Oh, God. Ciss, I am so sorry."
"So....sex pollen, huh? That...explains a lot, actually."
"Did I hurt you? Oh, God. I just couldn't - "
"No, you didn't hurt me at all. It was amazing, actually. Not that I have anything to compare it to, but from the stories I've heard, that was probably one of the all-time best first times."
"Gah. Stupid Poison Ivy. I mean, I thought it was a good idea for me to run for the nearest safe location before it took effect, but..."
"Well, better me than the bitch herself. Which is probably what she was hoping for. So...out of curiosity, how much do you remember?"
Tim rubbed his temples. "Everything. I could think, I could feel, I could hear, but I was just overtaken by such an intense urge, there was really nothing I could do about it."
There was an awkward pause. Finally, Cissie spoke up.
"Well, that's one way to get over the first-time jitters."
Tim turned to the side. "I can't believe you're so calm about it."
"Well, why not? We've been meaning to, right? This just gave us a little push, and I think we can both agree it was worth the wait."
"Well, yeah, but - "
"So....I kind of want to try it without anyone under the control of evil plants.
Cissie rolled over and pounced on Tim, whose eyes went wide. It seemed like a shame to waste such a good opportunity, and she hadn't been able to try any of her tricks with Tim so agressive last time. She's have to thank that bitch Poison Ivy next time she saw her - right before she knocked her out.