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Normally, Kon liked the winter. It provided a much needed break from the fun in the sun and, by the time it was over, he was ready for it to be bright and warm again. This time, though, he absolutely hated it. It was cold and he was wearing the most godawful clothes he could imagine. They clung in awkward places and they itched and he didn't

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"Mistletoe," Cass warned from the shadows, moment too late as he stepped under it. Cass had been watching him for a while, lurking in the shadows as he undressed. Sliding from her seat, Cass emerged from the dark and pointed up at the mistletoe. A hint of a smile pulled at the corner of her lips as she stayed out of reach sipping at the cold tea before placing it beside her. "Hnnn, you shouldn't wear them."

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"Wha--oh, crap." Kon looked up, but it was too late. He remembered very vividly the last time he'd been here. Well, not here here, but in this position. He'd had to kiss Wallace's roommate. He'd been pretty sure he'd never be able to stop blushing after that. He glared at Cass, though there wasn't really any strength behind it. "You could have warned me sooner."

He'd lost complete control of the conversation and he wasn't even sure what her last comment was about. "Shouldn't wear what?"

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"Then you wouldn't learn," Cass replied, all Bruce, looking at Kon as she picked through the shirts that he had picked up. Cassandra turned a few over in her hand, looking at the high collars and tight sleeves before discarding them. Looking up at him, a twitch of humour tugged at her lips as she replied. "Clothes."

Cass moved around him, darting out of his reach as she went to the box to select clothes that would fit him and would allow him to move. As for Cass, her own clothes were fitted tight to her body and masculine, she scandalised the ghostly citizens as she wandered by. Taking a shirt with the looser collar, Cass moved over to him and let her feet settle into stiff frozen blocks beneath her.

"Arms," Cass ordered, lifting his arm up so he got the idea as she slid the shirt sleeve over his hand. Fingertips and knuckles brushing against his skin as she helped him into the dark shirt.

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"Yes, ma'am," Kon answered dryly. He lifted his arms, hesitating when they were halfway up. "Are you sure you want to get this close to me? I mean, I am under the mistletoe. Who knows what would happen if you got too close."

He was very tempted to grab her around the waist and pull her in for the kiss that would set him free. He knew that if she didn't want to be caught, she wouldn't be and there wasn't anything he could do about it. Even if she was moving his hands all across his body.

He flashed her a grin. "You might have to kiss me again."

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Cass pressed her lips together, shoulders relaxed back as she looked up at Kon with a stern, serious face as he grinned at her. Letting her eyelashes kiss her cheeks to hide her amusement, Cass slid the shirt over his shoulders and tugged it across his bare chest.

"I will have to kiss you, I can't move my feet." Cass replied eventually, pressing her fingers and thumbs against his chest as she began to slowly button his shirt up. "You should not be worried about me kissing you, you should be worried about Bruce finding out."

The corner of Cass' mouth lifted, the hint of a smile as she slid her hands down his chest. "Or Steph."

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"Bruce can bite my…" Kon's mouth stilled and hung open as what she'd said both before and after the statement about Bruce hit his brain. She couldn't move. He was under mistletoe. Crap, it was that mistletoe, wasn't it? And the thing about Steph…

He swallowed. "Why would she care?" He knew why the Bat would care. He'd already been warned away from too many of his kids.

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Cass stayed silent, pressing her bare knuckles against his stomach as she did the last of his buttons up. Turning her head up to look at him, Cass kept her face straight waiting for him to realise and understand what she meant.

"Because," Cass replied eventually, sliding her hand up his chest to curl her fingers into the loose collar of his shirt before tugging him, his shoulders and head, down to her height. "We're... kissing."

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