Batman fic: Up All Night (Cass/Steph)
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seriousficTitle: Up All Night
Fandom: Batman
Rating: R
Word Count: 801
Author’s Note: Written for porn battle, prompt: slumber party
Characters/Pairings: Cass/Steph
Summary: It’s a sleepover, but Steph can’t get to sleep.
“Cass. Cass? Cass, are you up? Cass? I can’t sleep. Cass? Cass? Cass?”
“I’m… awake.”
“Yay!” Steph snuggled closer to Cass. “You wanna make-out?”
“Tired.”
“I can fix that,” Steph said with a quick lick of Cass’s chin. “You want a soda? Or some coffee?”
Cass tore herself away from her pillow. It was clear Steph had eaten too many Skittles while they watched Friday the 13th and now had as much chance of getting to sleep as… a bat, she guessed.
“Hey, you know one thing I’ve never asked you?” Steph’s hands curled around Cass’s belly. “Are you ticklish!?”
“Stop it, hey!” Cass giggled. “Not ticklish! You want to make-out or… not?”
Steph backed away petulantly. “Sorry. Ooh, we forgot to braid each others’ hair! This is the worst sleepover ever!” She rolled over onto her back, spread-eagling out of her sleeping bag. “I really wanted this to be nice for you. We could watch movies and eat popcorn and make-out. But now I’ve ruined it.”
“You… drank the Java, didn’t you?”
“I wanted to stay up late so we could watch the whole series! I had no idea Batman gave you a bedtime.”
He had, as well as a comprehensive list of snack foods she was allowed to consume and movies she wasn’t allowed to watch. Steph had wheedled her into conceding that Unrated DVD Editions weren’t R-rated.
“What Batman doesn’t know… won’t hurt.” Cass kissed Steph’s shoulder. “Can we make out now?”
Steph unzipped her sleeping bag. Since she’d been hoping for make-outs, she’d worn her baby tee to bed. Cass looked her over, grinning a little pervily. She hooked a finger to Steph’s boy-cut panties and pulled her into her own military-spec sleeping bag. It was snug and (Steph pouted) much warmer than hers. Moving fast, Steph relieved Cass of her Kevlar pajamas (she was really going to have to have a talk with Tim about having a talk with Bruce about his overprotectiveness).
“These are so hard!” Steph cried, trying to bend one of the armor plates in Cass’s pajamas.
“Need them to keep warm.”
“I’ll keep you warm.” Steph would probably come off as more suave if she hadn’t bobbed her eyebrows suggestively.
Cass charged Steph, who rolled over with a little squeak, then Cass was in one of those goddamn wrestling maneuvers that held Steph’s left arm down with a shoulder so she couldn’t do a thing while Cass’s fingers tapped at her crotch. And those hands were all over her lower body like Cass was putting all her concentration into them, even though Cass’s face looked positively absent-minded with a lock of Steph’s blonde hair slowly trickling between her lips.
“Uh, Cass?”
“Shh. Kissing now. No more talking.” Cass moved in close, so aching close, and then she paused. “Thanks for keeping me warm.” Then she kissed Steph, a lot actually, and for a good long time, until Steph was practically throwing her hips off the ground to get at Cass’s fingers, which were always just out of reach.
Finally Cass let Steph up, satisfied she wasn’t a threat or something (Steph really hoped it was just Cass being a little kinky, not that she still wouldn’t trust anyone to be close to her without being ready to kill them), so Steph wrapped her arms around Cass’s scarred back and kissed her so hard their teeth clinked together.
“Steph…” Cass moaned, like she was searching for a word, but she just ended up saying her name again. “Steph.”
“I know, sweetie. No more talking.” Steph slid a hand down to Cass’s pubic hair, loving the way it tickled her palm, and started trying to duplicate what Cass was doing between her legs. She was no prodigy, but soon Cass was shaking and groaning, her eyes closed and her lips screwed up just right. “Let’s do it together, mmm-hmm?”
“Mmm. Hmm.” Cass let her chin drift down onto Steph’s shoulder and began doing things to Steph’s clit that Steph had never even tried to figure out. Somehow, Cass managed to set Steph off precisely as Cass herself exhaled, three times in short rapid succession. Steph had come to recognize that as an orgasm. It was easy to miss under her own loud cries.
“Sorry,” Steph said, always feeling like she had to apologize for how loud she could be when the quiet girl was right next to her.
“It’s okay. You are… loud for both of us.”
For half an hour they laid against each other, only moving to take off Steph’s baby tee. The sleeping bag was unzipped and the ceiling fan blew them a nice breeze. Then, Steph said “Cass, are you up?”
Cass tapped Steph on the qui pi nerve juncture, sending her fast to sleep. “No. And neither are you.”
Fandom: Batman
Rating: R
Word Count: 801
Author’s Note: Written for porn battle, prompt: slumber party
Characters/Pairings: Cass/Steph
Summary: It’s a sleepover, but Steph can’t get to sleep.
“Cass. Cass? Cass, are you up? Cass? I can’t sleep. Cass? Cass? Cass?”
“I’m… awake.”
“Yay!” Steph snuggled closer to Cass. “You wanna make-out?”
“Tired.”
“I can fix that,” Steph said with a quick lick of Cass’s chin. “You want a soda? Or some coffee?”
Cass tore herself away from her pillow. It was clear Steph had eaten too many Skittles while they watched Friday the 13th and now had as much chance of getting to sleep as… a bat, she guessed.
“Hey, you know one thing I’ve never asked you?” Steph’s hands curled around Cass’s belly. “Are you ticklish!?”
“Stop it, hey!” Cass giggled. “Not ticklish! You want to make-out or… not?”
Steph backed away petulantly. “Sorry. Ooh, we forgot to braid each others’ hair! This is the worst sleepover ever!” She rolled over onto her back, spread-eagling out of her sleeping bag. “I really wanted this to be nice for you. We could watch movies and eat popcorn and make-out. But now I’ve ruined it.”
“You… drank the Java, didn’t you?”
“I wanted to stay up late so we could watch the whole series! I had no idea Batman gave you a bedtime.”
He had, as well as a comprehensive list of snack foods she was allowed to consume and movies she wasn’t allowed to watch. Steph had wheedled her into conceding that Unrated DVD Editions weren’t R-rated.
“What Batman doesn’t know… won’t hurt.” Cass kissed Steph’s shoulder. “Can we make out now?”
Steph unzipped her sleeping bag. Since she’d been hoping for make-outs, she’d worn her baby tee to bed. Cass looked her over, grinning a little pervily. She hooked a finger to Steph’s boy-cut panties and pulled her into her own military-spec sleeping bag. It was snug and (Steph pouted) much warmer than hers. Moving fast, Steph relieved Cass of her Kevlar pajamas (she was really going to have to have a talk with Tim about having a talk with Bruce about his overprotectiveness).
“These are so hard!” Steph cried, trying to bend one of the armor plates in Cass’s pajamas.
“Need them to keep warm.”
“I’ll keep you warm.” Steph would probably come off as more suave if she hadn’t bobbed her eyebrows suggestively.
Cass charged Steph, who rolled over with a little squeak, then Cass was in one of those goddamn wrestling maneuvers that held Steph’s left arm down with a shoulder so she couldn’t do a thing while Cass’s fingers tapped at her crotch. And those hands were all over her lower body like Cass was putting all her concentration into them, even though Cass’s face looked positively absent-minded with a lock of Steph’s blonde hair slowly trickling between her lips.
“Uh, Cass?”
“Shh. Kissing now. No more talking.” Cass moved in close, so aching close, and then she paused. “Thanks for keeping me warm.” Then she kissed Steph, a lot actually, and for a good long time, until Steph was practically throwing her hips off the ground to get at Cass’s fingers, which were always just out of reach.
Finally Cass let Steph up, satisfied she wasn’t a threat or something (Steph really hoped it was just Cass being a little kinky, not that she still wouldn’t trust anyone to be close to her without being ready to kill them), so Steph wrapped her arms around Cass’s scarred back and kissed her so hard their teeth clinked together.
“Steph…” Cass moaned, like she was searching for a word, but she just ended up saying her name again. “Steph.”
“I know, sweetie. No more talking.” Steph slid a hand down to Cass’s pubic hair, loving the way it tickled her palm, and started trying to duplicate what Cass was doing between her legs. She was no prodigy, but soon Cass was shaking and groaning, her eyes closed and her lips screwed up just right. “Let’s do it together, mmm-hmm?”
“Mmm. Hmm.” Cass let her chin drift down onto Steph’s shoulder and began doing things to Steph’s clit that Steph had never even tried to figure out. Somehow, Cass managed to set Steph off precisely as Cass herself exhaled, three times in short rapid succession. Steph had come to recognize that as an orgasm. It was easy to miss under her own loud cries.
“Sorry,” Steph said, always feeling like she had to apologize for how loud she could be when the quiet girl was right next to her.
“It’s okay. You are… loud for both of us.”
For half an hour they laid against each other, only moving to take off Steph’s baby tee. The sleeping bag was unzipped and the ceiling fan blew them a nice breeze. Then, Steph said “Cass, are you up?”
Cass tapped Steph on the qui pi nerve juncture, sending her fast to sleep. “No. And neither are you.”
