Fic: Oblivious 1/1, Fandom: Batclan, Rating: R
Title: Oblivious
Fandom: DC Teen Titans/Batclan
Author: in_excelsis_dea
Summary: Tim's oblivious. Cassie finally snaps.
Characters: Tim, Cassie.
Rated: R
Warnings: Nudity, swearing, adult situations
AN: Written for 7snogs. Prompt: 2. Jealousy. Future!Fic. A bit OOC for their current characterization.
"Fuck me."
He drops the bottle of wine, not even aware when it shatters.
"Excuse me?"
"Fuck me." She's removed her gown, but left on her stiletto heels. She's a vision of creamy skin, long legs, lace panties and bra that leave little to the imagination, diamond clips sparking in her hair. The vulgar words do not fit the image she's portraying. "I said 'fuck me', Timothy," she repeats, taking a step closer to him. "You know you want to."
Oh, well, sure he wants to. He's twenty-one, male and doesn't have a steady girlfriend at the moment, after Kiera broke up with him a week ago. She couldn't take the secrecy, couldn't handle the fact that there was part of his life she didn't know about and he refused to let her in on. He offered marriage in trade for the secrets and she refused, citing trust as an issue between them. Well fuck her is what he says to that now. If she didn't want him, he doesn't need her. She has no idea what she's missing.
But Kiera isn't an issue now.
Cassie is.
"I..." His throat is suddenly dry. "Um..."
"I'll get that bitch out of your head," she says with spitefulness- an emotion that does not belong on her tongue. Cassie is the sweet one, the one who fights for what's right and good and triumphs over evil, spreading justice. Cassie doesn't swear. Cassie doesn't take off her clothes at a friend's apartment, after a formal dinner party. Cassie doesn't proposition her best friend.
Maybe he doesn't know her as well as he thinks...
"You mean Kiera?" He takes a step back. "Because believe me, Cass- I'm over her. Way over her. It's her loss." This is true. He has moved on. Proposing in order to work out problems is not really a solution, but there wasn't anything else he could do. Unless Kiera suddenly ended up as a vigilante (doubtful, seeing how the woman was an art history major and didn't dare do anything that would injure her hands) or they were in a permanent relationship, i.e. marriage, he couldn't reveal The Secret. She had to accept that. Yet she didn't and they broke up and it's water under the bridge now, except that Cassie apparently can't accept that. Which is ridiculous, because she never felt much about Kiera either way.
"No, I don't mean her."
Oh. Okay. That...explains absolutely nothing. Great.
She's coming closer to him now, and he's almost at the wall. He's sweating now, becoming aroused. Ever since their stupid kiss back when they were teenagers and stuck in rut of melancholy at the loss of their best friend, he's tried his best to ignore her. She's his best friend, damn it, nothing more. She can't be anything more, because she's too involved in his life as it is and if she gets anymore involved, when he loses her, it will hurt even worse.
And he will lose her.
He ends up losing everyone eventually.
Even Dana, who died last year because of a fucking freak car accident. Winter roads at night, a patch of dark ice, dying alone and in the cold, because no one knew she was missing. Just because she wanted to surprise him with the news that her request was approved to take in a foster child, so she wouldn't be so alone anymore (he had moved out, moved on and his dad was dead). He ended up finding a nice family for the seven year-old girl. He still checks in on her when he can.
"I mean the bitch that was hanging off of you at the gala." His back against the wall, he's pinned. Were he willing to hurt her, were he really that desperate, he could free himself. There are a hundred ways to get out of being cornered. He knows them all. It would be simple.
It doesn't mean he wants to.
Realization dawns as she steps up to him, closes the distance between their bodies. Her scantily clad breasts are pushed up against his chest, and through the layers of clothing separating them, he can still feel her heat. "You mean-" She raises a hand, trails it over his jaw. He gulps. "You mean Ariana?"
The Wayne Foundation was having another charity gala to raise funds for getting street kids off of the streets and into a proper place in society. Being one of the "Wayne Boys"- Tim was required to attend, just as Dick and Jason were. Jason got out of it, jumping on the next flight to some obscure country in Africa along with Cass, saying they were going to go after the League of Assassins. A stupid, foolhardy maneuver, but it did free Jason from having to attend. Dick and Tim weren't so lucky and so Tim had asked Cassie to be his date for the night, as showing up dateless would mean fending off every single woman that didn't go to Dick or Bruce.
No one had been more surprised as he when Ariana showed up. She was the paralegal and companion of Anthony Drawes, one of Gotham's hot-shot litigators. Tim and Ariana had instantly gotten together and chatted most of the evening- he hadn't seen her since they stopped going to school together, back when they were fifteen. She was now attending Hudson as a Pre-Law student, intending on taking her LSATS and entering law school in the fall.
There was nothing more between them than easy camaraderie, reminiscing over the past and getting to know each other once again. Apparently Cassie saw it from a different view.
"Forget about her, Tim. Just concentrate on me." Her hands had been working their way down his body the entire time, pausing only to deal with clothing that got in the way. "I'm here, not her."
"I wasn't thinking of her, Cassie," he protests, but stops, as she reaches for his belt buckle and undoes it. "I- we're just old friends now- oh God- catching-"
He doesn't really want to know how she knows how to do this- where she got her experience from. But wherever she learned how to do it, she learned it well. Too fucking well, because he's having a hard time thinking straight- or even managing to stand.
Suddenly, she pulls away, takes a step back. He watches her warily, unable to predict her next move. Originally, he had invited her over to have a glass of wine and talk before she had to leave. This evening is definitely not progressing how he planned and he has no idea what to expect next.
"She was hanging all over you, Mister Oblivious. The "Boy Wonder" sure didn't make an appearance tonight, Timmy. I think everyone at that party noticed and that includes Dick, who was busy swapping spit with a certain high school English teacher."
"Wait- Dick and-" He blinks, all thoughts of their previous encounter flying out of his mind. "You've got to be kidding me. They hate each other's guts."
"And yet in the past, what, five years since they first slept together, they've gotten together at least three times. They're fucking stubborn idiots who refuse to see what's right in front of their faces. And I don't give a damn about Dick and his love life. You're the one that has to make the choice."
"What choice?" His eyes stray from the glass shards and wine-splattered floor to her blazing eyes. "What's going on, Cassie? What do you want from me?"
"That's a very dangerous question, Drake."
Yes. Yes, it is, when her eyes go dark and she reaches behind her to undo the bra straps. Seconds later, a naked-from-the-waist-up Wonder Girl is standing in the hallway of his apartment with desire in her eyes. "You have to make a choice," she says, hooking her thumbs in her underwear. "Me or her."
She tantalizing begins to pull them down. He can only gulp. Cassie, his best-friend, the girl he's known since they were teenagers, the one he considers his second-command in the Titans, the one person besides Dick who really truly knows him- she's offering herself to him. A beauty right out of the ancient myths, and she wants him.
He wishes he only knew what had her so upset about Ariana.
"I told you, Cass. There's no reason to be worried or upset or jealous or whatever the hell you are at the moment. We were just getting to know each other again. We broke up ages ago and I'm certainly not going to get back into a relationship with Ari. We're both at totally different places in our lives and we don't have anything in common anymore."
He doesn't think it convinced her, but he's at a loss of what else to do. There's nothing in the Robin training manual about dealing with super-powered best-friends who think you want to sleep with your high-school ex-girl-friend and therefore take off their clothes in front of you. If it were the Joker doing this, he could deal. But Cassie....
"You didn't answer me, Tim. Choose. Now. Or else I'm leaving."
He can see it in her eyes- she's serious. And so he does the only thing he can do. The only thing that's been on his mind since their kiss all those years ago, the one thing that's kept him going through four different girl-friends of varying seriousness, always looking for the one thing he can't have, but so desperately wants.
Taking a deep breath, he steps closer to her. With each step, he annunciates his words. "I." Step. "Want." Step. "You." Step. And then her arms are around him and they're pressing together and this tuxedo is really getting uncomfortable and their lips are mashed together and though there's still a lot to talk about, it can all wait. Because he's busy at the moment, doing the one thing she's been asking him for, yearning for, since they were teens.
He feels like an idiot for waiting so long.
Fandom: DC Teen Titans/Batclan
Author: in_excelsis_dea
Summary: Tim's oblivious. Cassie finally snaps.
Characters: Tim, Cassie.
Rated: R
Warnings: Nudity, swearing, adult situations
AN: Written for 7snogs. Prompt: 2. Jealousy. Future!Fic. A bit OOC for their current characterization.
"Fuck me."
He drops the bottle of wine, not even aware when it shatters.
"Excuse me?"
"Fuck me." She's removed her gown, but left on her stiletto heels. She's a vision of creamy skin, long legs, lace panties and bra that leave little to the imagination, diamond clips sparking in her hair. The vulgar words do not fit the image she's portraying. "I said 'fuck me', Timothy," she repeats, taking a step closer to him. "You know you want to."
Oh, well, sure he wants to. He's twenty-one, male and doesn't have a steady girlfriend at the moment, after Kiera broke up with him a week ago. She couldn't take the secrecy, couldn't handle the fact that there was part of his life she didn't know about and he refused to let her in on. He offered marriage in trade for the secrets and she refused, citing trust as an issue between them. Well fuck her is what he says to that now. If she didn't want him, he doesn't need her. She has no idea what she's missing.
But Kiera isn't an issue now.
Cassie is.
"I..." His throat is suddenly dry. "Um..."
"I'll get that bitch out of your head," she says with spitefulness- an emotion that does not belong on her tongue. Cassie is the sweet one, the one who fights for what's right and good and triumphs over evil, spreading justice. Cassie doesn't swear. Cassie doesn't take off her clothes at a friend's apartment, after a formal dinner party. Cassie doesn't proposition her best friend.
Maybe he doesn't know her as well as he thinks...
"You mean Kiera?" He takes a step back. "Because believe me, Cass- I'm over her. Way over her. It's her loss." This is true. He has moved on. Proposing in order to work out problems is not really a solution, but there wasn't anything else he could do. Unless Kiera suddenly ended up as a vigilante (doubtful, seeing how the woman was an art history major and didn't dare do anything that would injure her hands) or they were in a permanent relationship, i.e. marriage, he couldn't reveal The Secret. She had to accept that. Yet she didn't and they broke up and it's water under the bridge now, except that Cassie apparently can't accept that. Which is ridiculous, because she never felt much about Kiera either way.
"No, I don't mean her."
Oh. Okay. That...explains absolutely nothing. Great.
She's coming closer to him now, and he's almost at the wall. He's sweating now, becoming aroused. Ever since their stupid kiss back when they were teenagers and stuck in rut of melancholy at the loss of their best friend, he's tried his best to ignore her. She's his best friend, damn it, nothing more. She can't be anything more, because she's too involved in his life as it is and if she gets anymore involved, when he loses her, it will hurt even worse.
And he will lose her.
He ends up losing everyone eventually.
Even Dana, who died last year because of a fucking freak car accident. Winter roads at night, a patch of dark ice, dying alone and in the cold, because no one knew she was missing. Just because she wanted to surprise him with the news that her request was approved to take in a foster child, so she wouldn't be so alone anymore (he had moved out, moved on and his dad was dead). He ended up finding a nice family for the seven year-old girl. He still checks in on her when he can.
"I mean the bitch that was hanging off of you at the gala." His back against the wall, he's pinned. Were he willing to hurt her, were he really that desperate, he could free himself. There are a hundred ways to get out of being cornered. He knows them all. It would be simple.
It doesn't mean he wants to.
Realization dawns as she steps up to him, closes the distance between their bodies. Her scantily clad breasts are pushed up against his chest, and through the layers of clothing separating them, he can still feel her heat. "You mean-" She raises a hand, trails it over his jaw. He gulps. "You mean Ariana?"
The Wayne Foundation was having another charity gala to raise funds for getting street kids off of the streets and into a proper place in society. Being one of the "Wayne Boys"- Tim was required to attend, just as Dick and Jason were. Jason got out of it, jumping on the next flight to some obscure country in Africa along with Cass, saying they were going to go after the League of Assassins. A stupid, foolhardy maneuver, but it did free Jason from having to attend. Dick and Tim weren't so lucky and so Tim had asked Cassie to be his date for the night, as showing up dateless would mean fending off every single woman that didn't go to Dick or Bruce.
No one had been more surprised as he when Ariana showed up. She was the paralegal and companion of Anthony Drawes, one of Gotham's hot-shot litigators. Tim and Ariana had instantly gotten together and chatted most of the evening- he hadn't seen her since they stopped going to school together, back when they were fifteen. She was now attending Hudson as a Pre-Law student, intending on taking her LSATS and entering law school in the fall.
There was nothing more between them than easy camaraderie, reminiscing over the past and getting to know each other once again. Apparently Cassie saw it from a different view.
"Forget about her, Tim. Just concentrate on me." Her hands had been working their way down his body the entire time, pausing only to deal with clothing that got in the way. "I'm here, not her."
"I wasn't thinking of her, Cassie," he protests, but stops, as she reaches for his belt buckle and undoes it. "I- we're just old friends now- oh God- catching-"
He doesn't really want to know how she knows how to do this- where she got her experience from. But wherever she learned how to do it, she learned it well. Too fucking well, because he's having a hard time thinking straight- or even managing to stand.
Suddenly, she pulls away, takes a step back. He watches her warily, unable to predict her next move. Originally, he had invited her over to have a glass of wine and talk before she had to leave. This evening is definitely not progressing how he planned and he has no idea what to expect next.
"She was hanging all over you, Mister Oblivious. The "Boy Wonder" sure didn't make an appearance tonight, Timmy. I think everyone at that party noticed and that includes Dick, who was busy swapping spit with a certain high school English teacher."
"Wait- Dick and-" He blinks, all thoughts of their previous encounter flying out of his mind. "You've got to be kidding me. They hate each other's guts."
"And yet in the past, what, five years since they first slept together, they've gotten together at least three times. They're fucking stubborn idiots who refuse to see what's right in front of their faces. And I don't give a damn about Dick and his love life. You're the one that has to make the choice."
"What choice?" His eyes stray from the glass shards and wine-splattered floor to her blazing eyes. "What's going on, Cassie? What do you want from me?"
"That's a very dangerous question, Drake."
Yes. Yes, it is, when her eyes go dark and she reaches behind her to undo the bra straps. Seconds later, a naked-from-the-waist-up Wonder Girl is standing in the hallway of his apartment with desire in her eyes. "You have to make a choice," she says, hooking her thumbs in her underwear. "Me or her."
She tantalizing begins to pull them down. He can only gulp. Cassie, his best-friend, the girl he's known since they were teenagers, the one he considers his second-command in the Titans, the one person besides Dick who really truly knows him- she's offering herself to him. A beauty right out of the ancient myths, and she wants him.
He wishes he only knew what had her so upset about Ariana.
"I told you, Cass. There's no reason to be worried or upset or jealous or whatever the hell you are at the moment. We were just getting to know each other again. We broke up ages ago and I'm certainly not going to get back into a relationship with Ari. We're both at totally different places in our lives and we don't have anything in common anymore."
He doesn't think it convinced her, but he's at a loss of what else to do. There's nothing in the Robin training manual about dealing with super-powered best-friends who think you want to sleep with your high-school ex-girl-friend and therefore take off their clothes in front of you. If it were the Joker doing this, he could deal. But Cassie....
"You didn't answer me, Tim. Choose. Now. Or else I'm leaving."
He can see it in her eyes- she's serious. And so he does the only thing he can do. The only thing that's been on his mind since their kiss all those years ago, the one thing that's kept him going through four different girl-friends of varying seriousness, always looking for the one thing he can't have, but so desperately wants.
Taking a deep breath, he steps closer to her. With each step, he annunciates his words. "I." Step. "Want." Step. "You." Step. And then her arms are around him and they're pressing together and this tuxedo is really getting uncomfortable and their lips are mashed together and though there's still a lot to talk about, it can all wait. Because he's busy at the moment, doing the one thing she's been asking him for, yearning for, since they were teens.
He feels like an idiot for waiting so long.