Sweet Dreams
Title: Sweet Dreams
Rating: R
Universe: DC Comics, Teen Titans vol. 3
Summery: Bart's got a cruuush....
She stood at the foot of his bed, framed by movie posters and bathed in moonlight. Bart blinked and sat up. “Rose?” he asked. There were a thousand other things that fought to get out, but were stilled as Rose pressed a finger to Bart’s lips.
She was wearing something pale and very revealing, leaving little to Bart’s imagination. His mouth went dry as she slithered up the bed, her blue eyes dark with an emotion that he couldn’t quite name. He found it harder to think as she straddled his legs as pressed her mouth to his, her tongue demanding entrance. He was too startled to deny what she wanted, and too caught up in his own need for her to pull away. His mind seemed able to focus only on two things. Rose was there, and she wanted him.
He pressed himself closer, inhaling her scent as he felt her warmth. She smelled like strong soap and a hint of something muskier. He felt more than heard her moan, and they both pulled away for air. Her lips were bruised from the kiss, and her chest heaved in a way that Bart found utterly fascinating. A few strands of her pale hair fell across both their faces, tickling his cheek.
Bart was almost painfully aware of the effect Rose’s nearness was having on him, and judging from the way she shifted her weight, she knew it too. He licked his lips and pressed his forehead to hers. “Rose?” he asked again in a husky whisper, her name communicating a thousand questions. She kissed him again; her teeth catching his lip as she began pulling open his Invader Zim pajamas. This kiss was less of a demand and more of an invitation.
Bart was barely aware of putting his hands on Rose’s shoulders, or of sliding the straps of her nightie down her arms, revealing the soft mounds of her breasts. He rolled them both so that Rose was on her back on the bed and broke their kiss, looking down at her. Her hair spread across Bart’s pillow like a silver pool. He curled a few strands around his fingers as he studied her, trying to remember every detail.
His groin tightened painfully as his eyes and hands traveled down her body. His fingers lightly clutched the fabric gathered around her hips as his eyes met hers, silently seeking permission. She lifted her hips, allowing him to pull the cloth up to her waist and-
BREET! BREET! BREET!
Bart rolled over and slammed his fist down on the alarm clock with a groan. Sunlight poured through his window as he grumbled and growled his way out of his tangled sheets and headed for the bathroom to relieve himself.
Rating: R
Universe: DC Comics, Teen Titans vol. 3
Summery: Bart's got a cruuush....
She stood at the foot of his bed, framed by movie posters and bathed in moonlight. Bart blinked and sat up. “Rose?” he asked. There were a thousand other things that fought to get out, but were stilled as Rose pressed a finger to Bart’s lips.
She was wearing something pale and very revealing, leaving little to Bart’s imagination. His mouth went dry as she slithered up the bed, her blue eyes dark with an emotion that he couldn’t quite name. He found it harder to think as she straddled his legs as pressed her mouth to his, her tongue demanding entrance. He was too startled to deny what she wanted, and too caught up in his own need for her to pull away. His mind seemed able to focus only on two things. Rose was there, and she wanted him.
He pressed himself closer, inhaling her scent as he felt her warmth. She smelled like strong soap and a hint of something muskier. He felt more than heard her moan, and they both pulled away for air. Her lips were bruised from the kiss, and her chest heaved in a way that Bart found utterly fascinating. A few strands of her pale hair fell across both their faces, tickling his cheek.
Bart was almost painfully aware of the effect Rose’s nearness was having on him, and judging from the way she shifted her weight, she knew it too. He licked his lips and pressed his forehead to hers. “Rose?” he asked again in a husky whisper, her name communicating a thousand questions. She kissed him again; her teeth catching his lip as she began pulling open his Invader Zim pajamas. This kiss was less of a demand and more of an invitation.
Bart was barely aware of putting his hands on Rose’s shoulders, or of sliding the straps of her nightie down her arms, revealing the soft mounds of her breasts. He rolled them both so that Rose was on her back on the bed and broke their kiss, looking down at her. Her hair spread across Bart’s pillow like a silver pool. He curled a few strands around his fingers as he studied her, trying to remember every detail.
His groin tightened painfully as his eyes and hands traveled down her body. His fingers lightly clutched the fabric gathered around her hips as his eyes met hers, silently seeking permission. She lifted her hips, allowing him to pull the cloth up to her waist and-
BREET! BREET! BREET!
Bart rolled over and slammed his fist down on the alarm clock with a groan. Sunlight poured through his window as he grumbled and growled his way out of his tangled sheets and headed for the bathroom to relieve himself.