The Naked Truth...
Unedited crack fluff for Kon/Buffy love again. I really should be doing my midterms, what the hell you guys stop being so addictively awesome. Plz forgive me for accidentally breaking your brain earlier Mikke.
Having a superhero boyfriend had a lot of perks. He could lift entire houses, fly, and basically do things no mortal man could aspire to while still maintaining that healthy teenager normalcy. Like a heartbeat, which Buffy realized was really a must in a relationship.
One of the nice normal things Buffy liked doing was wearing Kon's shirts. They smelled nice, a comforting musky smell when he was off saving kittens from trees and the like. Not that she'd readily admit she liked smelling his old shirts because that would be awkward explaining "oh hey it's this new sensation because my last boyfriend was technically a corpse without a breath or sweat capabilities so I'm enjoying this shiny new aspect of human boyfriends. It was also because his laundry would pile up, and that nice smell could fall into gag-reflex territory rather quick.
But having a half-Kryptonian boyfriend who could carry her up into the clouds literally (as well as figuratively but she had made Bart promise to stop playing the sappy songs every time that happened) meant strange things happened to them every once and a while, which was okay because mostly the strange things were a good kind of strange and even if they weren't Kon was always abashedly sweet about them. Most of them made for good Bart stories, and some of them even ended with making out, always a plus. It's just that sometimes there was the completely from left field ones, like this morning when Buffy woke and found there was nothing left for her to wear except for Kon's Superboy suit.
Kon was mysteriously nowhere to be found and Buffy would have found her state of undress puzzling if she didn't know that part was her fault. And Kon's. Her fault and Kon's and the onsen expedition and really she was glad Bart had invited everybody else over for video games at his cabin that night.
Wordlessly she figured she might as well snatch what was left to her and slipped it on before she went out searching for Kon. And while spandex was notoriously form fitting, Buffy realized that only worked if the form it was designed for was somewhat the same. The collar hung loose around her neck, the shoulders sagged because she was shorter than Kon so that was expected and the only thing that she managed to fill halfway right was the chest, which was good because at least the S didn't get bunchy because that might lead Kon to staring at her chest in an unfamiliar manner. Of course it also led Buffy to thinking about Kon's chest and where was he anyway?
Her first instinct was to check out Bart's cabin in case Kon felt a sudden urge to play video games, or whatever teammate super-sense he had going for him. However just as her hand had reached for the handle the door swung open and very stark naked Kon rushed in and pushed them both inside.
“Okay, where did the ghost from the boy’s showers touch you, Kon?” Buffy asked as he ushered her far away from the door and locked it.
As if he were finally looking at her for the first time today he gaped. “Buffy! You’re wearing clothes!”
The slayer blinked. “If you’re saying this was all a plan to get me in uniform like Bart talked about before you’re in trouble.” But Kon’s look of genuine confusion made her pause, and the fact that he wasn’t taking the time to nuzzle her meant his clothing comment wasn’t some desperate hormonal urge to see her out of it.
“I mean, how?!” Kon said.
“What?” And that was completely a valid ‘what’ because Buffy wasn’t staring. She wasn’t. Her eyes were up there…damn.
“I just got back from Bart’s.”
Somehow knowing her naked boyfriend got back from his best friend/teammate’s place was creepy and yet still not setting off her glaring alarms. “What did you do, play strip tetris?”
“He said when he first got here there was a naked day.”
Buffy was trying not to feel up his muscles. “Naked day,” she echoed.
“And on this day everybody’s clothing just fell off, couldn’t get back on and...wow, this is weird to say but Buffy my eyes are up here.”
Buffy blinked and flushed. “Yeah Kon. I got it. Naked day. Bart told you. It’s traumatizing enough to get through.”
“So how come my Superboy suit works?”
Buffy shrugged and leaned into him. “It’s super like that?” God, her hormones made her say stupid things sometimes. All the time. Why did Kon have to have perfectly sculpted muscles?
“So the whole camp is in an uproar because there was no announcement and apparently there was a huge explosion in Cabin 1 and we have no idea what’s going on there.”
“Is anybody hurt?”
“Well no, in fact when I went to see if they were okay I was threatened with a shotgun to leave them alone. And just forget about the counselors. I tried Dante’s office and there was no answer and nothing inside except for a large moving box. I think the guy brought in some kind of new wildlife the way it was moving.”
“Kon,” Buffy murmured.
“Yeah?”
“Everybody’s okay.”
“I know that but it’s weird and I’m still feeling cold from that almost flu I have and-” Kon’s protests were cut short as Buffy reached up and kissed him. She would have taken him by the collar, but since he was naked hey, she simply used her amazing slayer strength to tug on his shoulders in a way that could be considered insistent.
Kon was grinning stupidly again. “You look nice in the ‘S’.”
“Let’s get you warm, Kon,” Buffy said seriously and tugged him to the bed. “Because if you get a cold I’ll be pissed even if I’m sure I’d catch whatever you already have.”
Really if Buffy was asked she could have said she fully intended to just give Kon back his Superboy outfit and let him go on his way, but then one kiss on the jaw lead to a nuzzle on the neck and at the end of it Kon was much too chivalric to take his clothes and leave Buffy without. So they didn’t.
Thus Naked Day 2 was a brilliant success. Despite loopholes that went untended because most of the camp was focused on other things. Like what the Shouta Squad did to the lake, or Bart’s attempts to console Kal’s forced fasting, but that’s a story for another time.
Having a superhero boyfriend had a lot of perks. He could lift entire houses, fly, and basically do things no mortal man could aspire to while still maintaining that healthy teenager normalcy. Like a heartbeat, which Buffy realized was really a must in a relationship.
One of the nice normal things Buffy liked doing was wearing Kon's shirts. They smelled nice, a comforting musky smell when he was off saving kittens from trees and the like. Not that she'd readily admit she liked smelling his old shirts because that would be awkward explaining "oh hey it's this new sensation because my last boyfriend was technically a corpse without a breath or sweat capabilities so I'm enjoying this shiny new aspect of human boyfriends. It was also because his laundry would pile up, and that nice smell could fall into gag-reflex territory rather quick.
But having a half-Kryptonian boyfriend who could carry her up into the clouds literally (as well as figuratively but she had made Bart promise to stop playing the sappy songs every time that happened) meant strange things happened to them every once and a while, which was okay because mostly the strange things were a good kind of strange and even if they weren't Kon was always abashedly sweet about them. Most of them made for good Bart stories, and some of them even ended with making out, always a plus. It's just that sometimes there was the completely from left field ones, like this morning when Buffy woke and found there was nothing left for her to wear except for Kon's Superboy suit.
Kon was mysteriously nowhere to be found and Buffy would have found her state of undress puzzling if she didn't know that part was her fault. And Kon's. Her fault and Kon's and the onsen expedition and really she was glad Bart had invited everybody else over for video games at his cabin that night.
Wordlessly she figured she might as well snatch what was left to her and slipped it on before she went out searching for Kon. And while spandex was notoriously form fitting, Buffy realized that only worked if the form it was designed for was somewhat the same. The collar hung loose around her neck, the shoulders sagged because she was shorter than Kon so that was expected and the only thing that she managed to fill halfway right was the chest, which was good because at least the S didn't get bunchy because that might lead Kon to staring at her chest in an unfamiliar manner. Of course it also led Buffy to thinking about Kon's chest and where was he anyway?
Her first instinct was to check out Bart's cabin in case Kon felt a sudden urge to play video games, or whatever teammate super-sense he had going for him. However just as her hand had reached for the handle the door swung open and very stark naked Kon rushed in and pushed them both inside.
“Okay, where did the ghost from the boy’s showers touch you, Kon?” Buffy asked as he ushered her far away from the door and locked it.
As if he were finally looking at her for the first time today he gaped. “Buffy! You’re wearing clothes!”
The slayer blinked. “If you’re saying this was all a plan to get me in uniform like Bart talked about before you’re in trouble.” But Kon’s look of genuine confusion made her pause, and the fact that he wasn’t taking the time to nuzzle her meant his clothing comment wasn’t some desperate hormonal urge to see her out of it.
“I mean, how?!” Kon said.
“What?” And that was completely a valid ‘what’ because Buffy wasn’t staring. She wasn’t. Her eyes were up there…damn.
“I just got back from Bart’s.”
Somehow knowing her naked boyfriend got back from his best friend/teammate’s place was creepy and yet still not setting off her glaring alarms. “What did you do, play strip tetris?”
“He said when he first got here there was a naked day.”
Buffy was trying not to feel up his muscles. “Naked day,” she echoed.
“And on this day everybody’s clothing just fell off, couldn’t get back on and...wow, this is weird to say but Buffy my eyes are up here.”
Buffy blinked and flushed. “Yeah Kon. I got it. Naked day. Bart told you. It’s traumatizing enough to get through.”
“So how come my Superboy suit works?”
Buffy shrugged and leaned into him. “It’s super like that?” God, her hormones made her say stupid things sometimes. All the time. Why did Kon have to have perfectly sculpted muscles?
“So the whole camp is in an uproar because there was no announcement and apparently there was a huge explosion in Cabin 1 and we have no idea what’s going on there.”
“Is anybody hurt?”
“Well no, in fact when I went to see if they were okay I was threatened with a shotgun to leave them alone. And just forget about the counselors. I tried Dante’s office and there was no answer and nothing inside except for a large moving box. I think the guy brought in some kind of new wildlife the way it was moving.”
“Kon,” Buffy murmured.
“Yeah?”
“Everybody’s okay.”
“I know that but it’s weird and I’m still feeling cold from that almost flu I have and-” Kon’s protests were cut short as Buffy reached up and kissed him. She would have taken him by the collar, but since he was naked hey, she simply used her amazing slayer strength to tug on his shoulders in a way that could be considered insistent.
Kon was grinning stupidly again. “You look nice in the ‘S’.”
“Let’s get you warm, Kon,” Buffy said seriously and tugged him to the bed. “Because if you get a cold I’ll be pissed even if I’m sure I’d catch whatever you already have.”
Really if Buffy was asked she could have said she fully intended to just give Kon back his Superboy outfit and let him go on his way, but then one kiss on the jaw lead to a nuzzle on the neck and at the end of it Kon was much too chivalric to take his clothes and leave Buffy without. So they didn’t.
Thus Naked Day 2 was a brilliant success. Despite loopholes that went untended because most of the camp was focused on other things. Like what the Shouta Squad did to the lake, or Bart’s attempts to console Kal’s forced fasting, but that’s a story for another time.