Ficlet: Reflections
Just something that I dashed off today. It's set during Countdown.
Title: Reflection
Author: Katzedecimal
Characters: Pipster, BatQuest (Questwoman? I dunno)
Rating: Mmmm, let's make it R to be on the safe side. Not explicit but the hints are using sledgehammers.
Summary: Fun with mirrors.
It was a pleasant night at home. He bent over the stove and stirred the pot of marinara sauce, inhaling the mouth-watering fragrances and anticipating how it would taste over the pasta. He turned to put the garlic toast into the oven and smiled at the beautiful dark woman with the wicked glinting eyes. He turned to meet her, flinching awkardly at a sudden unpleasant sensation in his side.
Like someone was poking him.
"Don't move."
The dream evaporated in a cold rush of blood that brought him instantly awake. Right. Not at home, not cooking, not dallying with clever costumed con-ladies. In the guest room of Question's moonlit apartment, after she'd decided the night was too cold to let a couple of soaked, exhausted fugitives fend for themselves. Chained to a queer who was currently poking him in the ribs. With his fingers, Trickster noted belatedly.
"Don't move," Piper whispered again, barely audible, "Don't say anything. Don't change your breathing. Just look at the mirror."
Trickster didn't move and didn't say anything and tried to keep his breathing slow and steady. He glanced at the mirror, expecting to see the silhouette of Deadshot or Batman or maybe Flash or something worse...
He didn't expect to see that.
"Piper, are they...?"
"Uh huh."
"Is the one with the..."
"Batwoman. Yup. She climbed in through the window a few minutes ago."
"You woke me up to watch live lesbian porn?"
"Mm-hmm."
"...You're a good friend, Piper."
"Keep your voice down."
"I can't keep anything else down."
Neither could Piper, apparently. After a couple of minutes, Trickster nudged him, "I thought you weren't into girls?"
"Dude, live porn! Never pass up live porn."
Words of wisdom. The next few minutes passed uncomfortably for Trickster, increasingly aware of his hard-on. And Piper's. He worked out the topography of the mirror situation, "...If we can see them, they can probably see us, right?"
There was a pregnant pause, then Piper whispered suspiciously, "Where are you going with that?"
Trickster glanced at him and snuck his free hand around Piper's shoulders. The pale light illuminated his grin. "Wanna give them some live porn of our own?"
Piper thought about it for a few moments, then leaned up to kiss the other man.
* * * *
"Kate! Kate!"
"Hm? Whuh?"
"The mirror! Look at the mirror!"
"Whuh? What about the Whoa!!"
"Shhh!"
"Holy shit, that is hot!"
"I told you I was right about those guys. Murderers? - so not hot."
"Yeah fine whatever, you got any popcorn?"
Title: Reflection
Author: Katzedecimal
Characters: Pipster, BatQuest (Questwoman? I dunno)
Rating: Mmmm, let's make it R to be on the safe side. Not explicit but the hints are using sledgehammers.
Summary: Fun with mirrors.
It was a pleasant night at home. He bent over the stove and stirred the pot of marinara sauce, inhaling the mouth-watering fragrances and anticipating how it would taste over the pasta. He turned to put the garlic toast into the oven and smiled at the beautiful dark woman with the wicked glinting eyes. He turned to meet her, flinching awkardly at a sudden unpleasant sensation in his side.
Like someone was poking him.
"Don't move."
The dream evaporated in a cold rush of blood that brought him instantly awake. Right. Not at home, not cooking, not dallying with clever costumed con-ladies. In the guest room of Question's moonlit apartment, after she'd decided the night was too cold to let a couple of soaked, exhausted fugitives fend for themselves. Chained to a queer who was currently poking him in the ribs. With his fingers, Trickster noted belatedly.
"Don't move," Piper whispered again, barely audible, "Don't say anything. Don't change your breathing. Just look at the mirror."
Trickster didn't move and didn't say anything and tried to keep his breathing slow and steady. He glanced at the mirror, expecting to see the silhouette of Deadshot or Batman or maybe Flash or something worse...
He didn't expect to see that.
"Piper, are they...?"
"Uh huh."
"Is the one with the..."
"Batwoman. Yup. She climbed in through the window a few minutes ago."
"You woke me up to watch live lesbian porn?"
"Mm-hmm."
"...You're a good friend, Piper."
"Keep your voice down."
"I can't keep anything else down."
Neither could Piper, apparently. After a couple of minutes, Trickster nudged him, "I thought you weren't into girls?"
"Dude, live porn! Never pass up live porn."
Words of wisdom. The next few minutes passed uncomfortably for Trickster, increasingly aware of his hard-on. And Piper's. He worked out the topography of the mirror situation, "...If we can see them, they can probably see us, right?"
There was a pregnant pause, then Piper whispered suspiciously, "Where are you going with that?"
Trickster glanced at him and snuck his free hand around Piper's shoulders. The pale light illuminated his grin. "Wanna give them some live porn of our own?"
Piper thought about it for a few moments, then leaned up to kiss the other man.
* * * *
"Kate! Kate!"
"Hm? Whuh?"
"The mirror! Look at the mirror!"
"Whuh? What about the Whoa!!"
"Shhh!"
"Holy shit, that is hot!"
"I told you I was right about those guys. Murderers? - so not hot."
"Yeah fine whatever, you got any popcorn?"