First Line Meme (DCU : Bernard/Tim; Bart/Cissie [PG-13])
Okay. And maybe the last one. First Line Memes.
Difficult to Ignore by 1_900_mimicry
At the beginning of the evening Tim told himself he would just ignore Bernard’s presence.
That however did not transition over to being shoved into a overcrowded couch, while Bernard’s arm was slung over him, his other arm being expressively waved to his captive audience of three freshman telling the exploits of his younger days in the French Militia.
Tim just tried not to get alcohol splashed on him.
It was an odd... not entirely unwelcome feeling when he didn’t notice that Bernard was done, his arm still slung around Tim’s shoulders and just breathing against his ear.
“You’re frowning.”
“I’m scowling,” Tim said and then did. “There’s a difference.”
“Not a very big one, Timmy.” Bernard shrugged and moved closer, squishing Tim against the arm rest as another person tried to join the already overcrowded couch.
“Tim.”
Bernard held the plastic cup right up by Tim’s mouth. “Relax a little. You might,” he mock gasped. “Enjoy yourself!”
Tim glared at him, but it only made Bernard grin brighter and tip the alcohol against his lips.
And this was--for exploration of normal teenage activity and he had to have some experience and he wasn’t exactly patrolling any time soon. He sighed and sipped carefully thinking Bernard was going to choke him with it.
He didn’t. Bernard tipped the plastic cup carefully, shifting the rim against Tim’s lips as the-- it had a heady scent and bite. Not beer, possibly rum. Bernard was staring at him, watching every move, so it should have been easy to expect that Bernard would lick his Adam’s Apple when he swallowed, moving his tongue with it.
Tim tried not to splutter.
“I’m sorry.” Though he didn’t look very sorry at all. “Should I have gotten you more drunk to take advantage? Because, darling I’m not sure that’s the best approach. Cognizant always comes across better.”
“No that’s not--” Tim’s not entirely sure what he was going to say next, but it didn’t matter as Bernard kissed him, holding the cup between them as his other arm came around to stroke Tim’s neck.
And this, surely, had to be part of the normal teenage experience, so it wasn’t a bad thing if Tim leaned into it and parted his lips, kissed back so that Bernard’s hand on the cup shook and sucked the flavor of rum off his tongue.
Bernard’s brown eyes were dark and blown when he pulled back, breathing. “They also have bedrooms.”
Tim just eyed him levelly and made himself swallow again.
Bernard smirked.
Hang On by 1_900_mimicry
“Um… Bart?”
Bart jerks up his head so fast he hits it against the lamp. He crinkles his nose and glares at it, but then blinks and zips off to the kitchen.
Cissie taps her pencil against her leg counting down the seconds until he zips back with a sandwich.
He stares at her. “What?”
Cissie angles the pencil at him. “We need to talk.”
“You’re not breaking up with me are you?” Bart puts down the sandwich and goes from sitting to standing a few times before deciding on standing and crosses his arms.
Cissie sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. “No. I’m just--” She puts the pencil down on her lap pad and carefully puts her papers to the side. “I’m going away next week for--”
“Checkmate business, yeah I know.” Bart taps his feet and then decided to sit.
“Bart.”
“Yes?”
“Shut up.”
Bart sinks into the couch and kicks his feet.
Cissie breathes. “And I know that since you’ve got vacation from forensics, you’re going to be kind of--”
“Bored,” Bart finishes and nods.
Cissie licks her lips. “Yes. Bored. So I was thinking--”
“That I could come with you?” Bart grins and hops to full attention. “Because I could just zip over there and grab you and we could run somewhere and maybe take a nice trip down to the Caribbean. I’ve got the running on water thing down now,” his grin wavers a little bit, “so it won’t be like last time.”
Cissie really liked those shoes. “I know, but this time--my lovely ADHD prone man, I have to be pretty covert. Black and all.”
He frowns. “And?”
Cissie snorts and ruffles his hair, because she just can’t not. “And I figured when it was over we could take a vacation. Just us. I mean unless there’s an Apocalypse or something.”
She doesn’t really need to say that. It was a given, but somehow Cissie feels like if she admits that the world might end and ruin their vacation then it wouldn’t.
“That sounds great!” Bart grins widely and kisses her with all the enthusiasm he always does, shoving her papers and pencil off the couch.
“Bart-- that was important that--” Cissie’s throat stops making coherent noises as Bart vibrates his leg against her, which is just not fair.
“Yell at me later. I promise I’ll half listen,” Bart grins impishly and Cissie tries to smack him, but he’s already moving and she can’t really think about violence at a time like this.
Damn him.
Difficult to Ignore by 1_900_mimicry
At the beginning of the evening Tim told himself he would just ignore Bernard’s presence.
That however did not transition over to being shoved into a overcrowded couch, while Bernard’s arm was slung over him, his other arm being expressively waved to his captive audience of three freshman telling the exploits of his younger days in the French Militia.
Tim just tried not to get alcohol splashed on him.
It was an odd... not entirely unwelcome feeling when he didn’t notice that Bernard was done, his arm still slung around Tim’s shoulders and just breathing against his ear.
“You’re frowning.”
“I’m scowling,” Tim said and then did. “There’s a difference.”
“Not a very big one, Timmy.” Bernard shrugged and moved closer, squishing Tim against the arm rest as another person tried to join the already overcrowded couch.
“Tim.”
Bernard held the plastic cup right up by Tim’s mouth. “Relax a little. You might,” he mock gasped. “Enjoy yourself!”
Tim glared at him, but it only made Bernard grin brighter and tip the alcohol against his lips.
And this was--for exploration of normal teenage activity and he had to have some experience and he wasn’t exactly patrolling any time soon. He sighed and sipped carefully thinking Bernard was going to choke him with it.
He didn’t. Bernard tipped the plastic cup carefully, shifting the rim against Tim’s lips as the-- it had a heady scent and bite. Not beer, possibly rum. Bernard was staring at him, watching every move, so it should have been easy to expect that Bernard would lick his Adam’s Apple when he swallowed, moving his tongue with it.
Tim tried not to splutter.
“I’m sorry.” Though he didn’t look very sorry at all. “Should I have gotten you more drunk to take advantage? Because, darling I’m not sure that’s the best approach. Cognizant always comes across better.”
“No that’s not--” Tim’s not entirely sure what he was going to say next, but it didn’t matter as Bernard kissed him, holding the cup between them as his other arm came around to stroke Tim’s neck.
And this, surely, had to be part of the normal teenage experience, so it wasn’t a bad thing if Tim leaned into it and parted his lips, kissed back so that Bernard’s hand on the cup shook and sucked the flavor of rum off his tongue.
Bernard’s brown eyes were dark and blown when he pulled back, breathing. “They also have bedrooms.”
Tim just eyed him levelly and made himself swallow again.
Bernard smirked.
Hang On by 1_900_mimicry
“Um… Bart?”
Bart jerks up his head so fast he hits it against the lamp. He crinkles his nose and glares at it, but then blinks and zips off to the kitchen.
Cissie taps her pencil against her leg counting down the seconds until he zips back with a sandwich.
He stares at her. “What?”
Cissie angles the pencil at him. “We need to talk.”
“You’re not breaking up with me are you?” Bart puts down the sandwich and goes from sitting to standing a few times before deciding on standing and crosses his arms.
Cissie sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. “No. I’m just--” She puts the pencil down on her lap pad and carefully puts her papers to the side. “I’m going away next week for--”
“Checkmate business, yeah I know.” Bart taps his feet and then decided to sit.
“Bart.”
“Yes?”
“Shut up.”
Bart sinks into the couch and kicks his feet.
Cissie breathes. “And I know that since you’ve got vacation from forensics, you’re going to be kind of--”
“Bored,” Bart finishes and nods.
Cissie licks her lips. “Yes. Bored. So I was thinking--”
“That I could come with you?” Bart grins and hops to full attention. “Because I could just zip over there and grab you and we could run somewhere and maybe take a nice trip down to the Caribbean. I’ve got the running on water thing down now,” his grin wavers a little bit, “so it won’t be like last time.”
Cissie really liked those shoes. “I know, but this time--my lovely ADHD prone man, I have to be pretty covert. Black and all.”
He frowns. “And?”
Cissie snorts and ruffles his hair, because she just can’t not. “And I figured when it was over we could take a vacation. Just us. I mean unless there’s an Apocalypse or something.”
She doesn’t really need to say that. It was a given, but somehow Cissie feels like if she admits that the world might end and ruin their vacation then it wouldn’t.
“That sounds great!” Bart grins widely and kisses her with all the enthusiasm he always does, shoving her papers and pencil off the couch.
“Bart-- that was important that--” Cissie’s throat stops making coherent noises as Bart vibrates his leg against her, which is just not fair.
“Yell at me later. I promise I’ll half listen,” Bart grins impishly and Cissie tries to smack him, but he’s already moving and she can’t really think about violence at a time like this.
Damn him.