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seriousficTitle: Five Tales To Tell When You’re In Love
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Disclaimer: If they were mine, don’t you think I’d stop naming them variants of Cass? Betaed by tboarder andlurkslikefox. Written for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
femslash09. And my sincerest apologies go out to Catherynne M. Valente…
Fandom: DC comics
Pairing: Cassie/Kara, Cassie/Cissie, Cissie/Mia, Donna/Kory, Kory/Raven
Rating: R
Word count: 5,990
Summary: Cassie and Kara tell each other stories of what’s gone before and what’s going to come next.
Paradise Island was the first part of Earth that Kara loved even though nothing about it reminded her of Krypton. That made sense though, because she loved Cassie and Cassie was nothing like any Kryptonian she had ever known. Even though she knew, logically, that Cassie was only an honorary Amazon, Cassandra was Themyscira to Kara. When she smiled, it was bright as the island’s unfettered sunshine. When she laughed, it was as beautiful as the wind playing with the leaves. When they kissed, Cassie tasted like the sea crashing against her lips. Cassie’s body felt like a dune of warm beach sand, and she made Kara feel like her body wasn’t Kryptonian crystal.
And Cassie liked spending time with Kara as well. There was no demand, it wasn’t all confusing like with Tim. They didn’t have to kiss or take their clothes off in front of each other, they could just watch TV and spar and gossip during monitor duty. For Cassie, it was like being a kid again. After the whirlwind of life with Kon, she was happy to just be with Kara. It was just like being best friends, only… warmer.
After an evening of running and swimming and flying on the beaches, they relaxed on a little sandbar past the breakers, watching gaily colored fish investigate their toes. They both wore Amazonian versions of the bikini; swim trunks and a crop top that acted as a sort of sports bra.
“Told you you’d love it here,” Cassie said, brushing her hair over her shoulder. Her wet body had invited a clinging layer of fine white sand, which she didn’t mind but Kara dutifully/friskily tried to brush off.
“You were right,” Kara said, body not touching Cassie but lying closer to her than she stood next to anyone else. “Thank you.”
“Any time. I told Diana we should’ve shown you this place. She wanted you to discover it for yourself.”
“I think it’s better having a friend to share it with.”
“Me too.”
They lay there, dripping dry and sipping mango juice from canteens around their necks until the sun set and it was cold in Paradise. Kara used her heatvision on Cassie’s lasso and they wrapped it around each other like a skimpy blanket. Kara rested her head on Cassie’s arm. They let the tide massage their feet.
“Cassie, do you think we’ll get married?”
Cassie coughed up a chunk of apple. “Huh?”
“I mean, do you think our relationship will last long enough for us to get married?”
“I don’t know,” Cassie sputtered. “It’d be nice.”
“I think so too.” Kara moved closer to Cassie, making them meet at their calves, hips, cheeks. “Have you ever been in love before? Not with Kon, with a girl.”
“I’ve been in a relationship. I don’t know if I was in love.”
“Would you mind telling me about her?”
“If you’re interested.” Cassie rolled over to face Kara, putting their bodies at right angles. “Her name was Cissie. You don’t know her.”
Cassie’s First Kiss
Girls, at least on Earth, love hard when they’re young. It’s like you’re bursting with passion for anything, everything, boys, girls. I had a crush on Kon, of course, but I might as well have been in love with Harrison Ford. I never in a million years thought we’d actually… connect.
Cissie was my best friend back then. She still is, I guess, when I think about her. We were inseparable. I was playing dress-up in a wig and goggles, but she knew what she was doing. Or, at least she acted like she did. She never wanted to be a superhero, but if you’d told me that—I would’ve sworn up and down she’d be leading the Justice League someday.
And we were kinda the only sane ones back then, except for Robin, and he kept to himself unless Kon or Bart were dragging him along—or carrying him, sometimes.
So, anyway, I thought it would be a good idea to go camping together as a team-building exercise. Of course, only me, Cissie, and sometimes Greta ever showed up. Oh, and Bart, but only to roast marshmallows. And she was all tall and lovely and blonde, did I mention… don’t give me that look, my boobs hadn’t come in yet. Or my growth spurt. Except for her and Anita, we were hobbits.
It wasn’t like one of Slobo’s pornos, we didn’t even flirt or anything, we were just kissing all of a sudden. I don’t even remember what we were talking about before. I liked it, though. It was my first real kiss and we were just sitting there, kissing and listening to the fire crackle, the crickets and the frogs and the owls. And she didn’t cop a feel like a boy would’ve; our lips were the only things that touched. I think she was as surprised as I was, but when we knew neither of us was going to freak out, it was like no big deal.
It was all smiles after that. We kissed a few more times—I even touched her breast—but it wasn’t the kind of thing you talk about a lot. It only came up a few more times… I’m not saying we were straight and just practicing kissing, obviously, but it was never serious. Except for this one talk, when we both decided it shouldn’t be anything more than what it was. We’d just thumped Mighty Endowed and Cissie had thought I was dead and when she found out I wasn’t, well…
She kissed me. In front of everyone.
At the time I was really too happy to say anything, but while the boys were talking to the Mexican authorities, I walked her behind the Super-Cycle and said “What are you, a lesbian or something?”
Poor choice of words, to say the least.
She just looked at me, all hurt, I mean really hurt, and she said “Would you care if I kissed someone else?”
So we cooled down on the way back to the Catskills, and when we get there I ask her what she meant, once we were alone.
“I’m sorry, I just meant that if we’re not dating, it’d be cool for me to kiss another girl.”
I asked her which girl.
Cissie’s Day Off
It wasn’t long after you and me went camping. My mom took me to some bogus archery contest and made me wear a costume like a complete lamer. So there I am, just waiting for the paparazzi to try for some upskirt shots, when I see another superhero. But he’s not in cape mode, it’s just Green Arrow, same beard and everything, wearing chinos and stuff. And he’s hassling this girl my age, cute little blonde, shorter than me but who isn’t, holding a bow that comes up to her shoulders. He’s blowing her up like a balloon with advice and finally she drops her quiver. Arrows go everywhere. Green Arrow gets real sarcastic, teasing her and crap like he’s a boot camp instructor. He leaves to sign them up and I help her pick up. “What crawled up his ass and died?”
“The Nixon administration, I think. Usually he’s pretty cool, but he gets kinda intense ‘bout bows and shit.”
“My mom’s the same way about superheroing.”
Then she sees the mask and gets a little excited, like a total fangirl. “Oh hey, you’re,” she snapped her fingers, “shampoo arrow.”
“Arrowette. That was my mom.”
“Oh. Still cool. She was totally post-modern and crap.”
“If you think she’s cool, do yourself a favor and don’t meet her.” I mighta punched a hole in her quiver when I put the last arrow in. “So if we’re all in agreement that this is BS, you wanna play hooky? Mom’s got me on this new diet and I’d kill for a cheeseburger.”
“Only if we eat it at a theater showing the new Hugh Jackman. Ollie thinks action movies are fascist expressions of suppressed homosexual longing.”
“What a douche.”
“Totally. I’m Mia, by the way.”
And we had a really fun time and we talked about you. She was really curious about Young Justice and not just ‘do Robin and Superboy like to spoon?’ but insightful stuff like how we find out about trouble and if two teams ever show up at the same emergency. And the movie was good too, even if she squeezed my hand to a pulp during the tense bits.
Afterwards we went out for that burger. I told her how nice her hair looked and we talked about archery and I told her I thought she was probably really good at it. I even took her hand and rubbed her calluses and said they meant she must practice a lot. She didn’t blush, which I thought was weird because she seemed so sweet and innocent. She just had this little smile when I complimented her, like her mind was a million miles away.
It took her a while to realize I was flirting with her. Not like it was with us. (Cissie sounded a little guilty there.) So, finally… kinda for the challenge of it, almost… I said I wanted to show her something. I went all parkour up a high-rise under construction until we reached this half-finished balcony, real swank even if it was unfurnished. Great view, too, and shade.
After a couple of minutes watching the sun move, Mia turned to me and said “Anything else to see up here?”
I took my quiver off. Then my mask. It wasn’t like it covered much anyway. I kissed her. She tasted sweet, like citrus… maybe it was just her lipstick. She kissed me back, her fingers sinking into my arms with more force than I thought her little body had.
We kissed for so long that when I touched her cheek, the sun had warmed it like a metal slide on a playground. I ruffled her hair out of its ponytail and played with it while we kissed, holding it up and letting the wind stir it around. She just hung onto me, arms wrapping around my back and neck. Then she started rubbing her thigh between my legs.
“Does that feel weird?” she asked when I stopped kissing her.
“Yeah. But weird’s good.”
”Weird’s good,” Mia repeated before we started kissing again. I got pretty into it, like she really knew what she was doing with that knee because I was moaning and trying to arc into it when she stopped and said “I have HIV.”
I blinked and didn’t move, but at least I didn’t let go of her. “Huh? You have AIDS?”
“No, HIV. It’s the virus that—“
“I know, I… I knew that.” I stopped. She was obviously waiting for my reaction and I didn’t know how to react. I knew all the PSA shit, like how you can’t get AIDS from a drinking fountain or kissing someone, but she was still looking at me like I was the first person she’d told. Maybe I was just the first prospective lover she’d said it too. “I’m sorry.”
”Not your fault.” She smiled, ruefully and a little relieved, I hope. “Yeah, GA was trying to get my mind off it by taking me here. That’s why I don’t think he’ll mind me spending time with a friend instead. As long as I don’t mention you’re a superhero and all that.”
“Yeah.” I brushed some of the hair I’d loosened out of her eyes. “Okay. So is it cool if we keep kissing?”
“It’s very cool.”
We didn’t make love or anything, we just made out like teenagers. It probably wouldn’t have gone past that anyway, so I’m not sure why she told me. Maybe she read one of those stories on high school blowjobs and thought I was going to ask her to strap on a dildo or something. Then it got dark and I suggested we had pissed our respective parental units off enough, so we kissed a little more and then headed back.
***
“I don’t think I cheated on you,” Cissie concluded, looking at me with that teenage glare where you know you’ve probably fucked up but you’re ready to put up a fight if someone calls you on it.
“I don’t think you did either,” I said. “So. I guess we’re not in love.”
“No,” Cissie said. “I guess not. Do you… would you like it if we were?”
“I don’t think I’d ever meet a guy who’d make as cool as girlfriend as you,” I evaded, mostly unintentionally, although the mangled gender politics was completely intentional.
We hugged.
“I think Kon likes you,” she said before letting go of me.
“That’d be pretty cool,” I said suavely, running a hand through my hair.
“So, uh, I’m gonna go see how Secret’s doing. Sorry if I embarrassed you.”
“You didn’t…” I started to say, but she was walking fast enough that I knew not to follow her.
I know she sent Mia some IMs later, but Speedy isn’t really a Web 2.0 kinda gal. But when the Titans were in town, she blew Cissie a kiss. I thought that was sweet of her.
***
“Arrowette? I thought she was with Impulse,” Kara said, with the ponderous look she got when real life contradicted her studying.
Cassie laughed out loud. “I cannot even imagine Impulse discovering sex. He’d probably whip a whole leather bar into a riot because he wanted to try something he read about on the Internet. But do you understand how I was in a relationship with Cissie, and I loved her, but I didn’t… wasn’t having a romance with her?”
“Short-term relationships.” Kara nodded. “Is that the right phrase?”
“I think so.” Cassie thought of what Kon would call them and smiled despite herself. “Come on, let’s get to bed.”
Of course, it wasn’t that simple. They slept in two beds, pushed close together but still separate. Helena Sandsmark had gotten certain promises from Diana and Cassie didn’t want to make her a liar. Besides, after Kon… after making love to him, feeling his body over her, inside her, then seemingly the next minute seeing it transformed into a cold mass of meat… she didn’t want to be that close to people anymore. Not when, on any given day, they could die.
Which was why Kara was so great. She didn’t make demands, she wasn’t insistent like Cissie had been toward the end, she was just happy to be together. Everything was so new to her that they could spend a day shopping or making a collage or oohing at all the animals in a pet store and Cassie could still have some distance, she could hold something in reserve so that if things did blow up, again, then it wouldn’t hurt so bad.
Yeah, Kara was a great girlfriend.
She lay on the right bed and Cassie on the left. The Amazon was yawning the instant her head hit the pillow, had been barely able to stay awake while she had washed the sea salt away with warm water. But Kara lay awake, her x-ray vision idly probing through the roof and out into space. “Speedy’s illness, it will kill her some day.”
“We all die sometime,” Cassie said, resolving not to think of Kon despite the pang that went through her.
“So why would she seek someone, knowing it could only be a short-term relationship?”
Cassie rolled over, waking herself for a long night. “If you like someone and want to spend time with them… then you do.”
“But on Krypton, relationships only exist for reproduction. And on Earth, relationships are centered on love. Why would someone embark on a pairing that had neither?”
“Lots of reasons. People don’t want the same thing from every person. You don’t wanna have kissy time with Superman, do you?”
Kara hesitated. “No, but there was this alternate universe Kal…”
“Lalala, not listening!”
“Cassie, be serious. Why would you want something you know won’t last?”
“Alright, first, tell me what you’d like out of a long-term relationship.”
“I don’t know… but there was this couple I saw once. I’d like what they had.”
What Kara Saw
I’ve always found your planet very dark, did you know that? On Krypton the light reflects off the ice and the crystal so there’s a thousand degrees between black and white. This world I find muted in comparison. Yes, even with all the colors. It’s all a haze to my eyes. Except for Koriand’r.
I see her like a sun in female form, sometimes a raging supernova and sometimes a warm summer day.
Donna, then, is like the Earth goddesses I have studied. Maternal, warm, strong. She gives Kory something to shine upon. I would like someone, either to give me light or to take mine. I don’t know how much I have to give, though.
(“You have plenty,” Cassie said.)
One day I saw them playing a game. Kory would roll her fingers into a gun and fire tiny starbolts at Donna, and Donna would deflect them with her bracelets. I wish I knew the name of it.
“So, what are you thinking about?” Donna asked, teasing I think.
“Raven,” Kory replied, absolutely teasing. She flicked another starbolt at Donna’s, which made the Amazon bend over to deflect it. Kory stared down Donna’s costume.
“Don’t I give you enough to think about?”
“Just about. But I can’t think of the same thing all day. It’d lose its… flavor.”
“Well, I hope I’m giving you something new to ponder.” Donna blocked two starbolts at once, throwing her arms out to either side and making her breasts jiggle.
“Always,” Kory drawled as she leaned back and spread her legs.
(“They were doing all this in front of you?” Cassie asked.
“Well, no… But I wanted to get to know everyone, and I have x-ray vision… and superhearing…”
“Oh, Kara, you didn’t!”
“I get nervous meeting new people! And Ravager is scary.”
“True…”)
Donna paused ten feet from where Kory was sitting on the couch, and she leaned against the wall. “So, what were you thinking about Raven?”
“How enthusiastic she can be, once you take off that horrid cloak. You remember when I took her to Tahiti?”
“I remember the glow you had when you got back.”
Kory sent a starbolt at Donna’s crotch. When she deflected it, the dying heat pulsed against her groin. Donna gasped and her eyes rolled back in her head a little and I remember thinking that she had taken much harder hits in battle and never responded that much.
(“Maybe if the enemy was dressed like Starfire…” Cassie joked.)
“We spent all the day on the beach,” Kory said smugly. “Talking and swimming. I got to show Raven all the things I love about Earth, and I got to show her how to put on suntan lotion.” Kory smiled as her hands glowed green. “Not too shabby.”
Kory fired. Donna blocked them, but the heat washed over her breasts. When she brought her arms down, her nipples were standing up against the fabric.
“Then what did you do?” Donna asked, taking a step closer.
Kory set her hands down on her knees and squeezed, sending green energy crackling into her boots. “We decided that although we both thought a relationship with Dick would be a good idea, for now it would be best to wait. Dick can be remarkably resistant to change. I’m still not sure he can handle one woman all that well, let alone two.”
“Poor boy,” Donna said, with a bit of sincerity. “Lucky me, though.”
Kory’s hands moved up her legs, spreading green light over her thighs. “I told Raven she should explore her emotions, and the humanity she was now a part of. She agreed. She looked very comely in a swimsuit, Donna. You should’ve seen her. She was pale, but she had a nice tan by the time we left. And she has a very pleasing shape to her. So much dignity there, such handsomeness. Don’t you find her engaging to behold?”
Donna stalked closer. “Everyone else pales in comparison.”
“You’re sweet,” Kory said before her hand flew away from her thighs, sending out one thick starbolt. Donna crossed her arms to block it, and the heat temporarily tanned her face green. She pinched her lips when it was gone, like she was savoring it. “I told her I’d like to see her naked.”
“Rhea, Kory…” Donna breathed. I’m not sure how much was incredulity and how much arousal, but she was absolutely tuned on.
“She just looked so cute in her little one-piece.” Kory’s right arm was still resting on her thigh, the hand dangling by her crotch. The fingers rubbed together nostalgically, throbbing with emerald light. “She looked at me and I waited patiently, my eyes and lips smiling at her. When she had taken her time and thought through my request, and her own feelings, she stood up off the rocks we were on and slid the shoulder straps off. I smelled the lotion that had been under them, coconut flavor.
“We were by a waterfall, on this big flat rock saturated by the mist from the fall. All that water in the air was like one big blanket swathing her. She pulled the one-piece down and I watched it go down her legs, then saw her joyously kick it into the water and I laughed. As I said, she’s very well-formed. Not as voluptuous as your media likes to deify, but with lovely proportions and a very appealing sense of self. Her wet hair fell down her back and her chest like strands of silk and she had a shadow of pubic hair between her legs, the only spot of darkness on her besides her eyes and her silken hair. She stood there, suddenly hiding her hands behind her back, canting her head this way and that, with her flesh all goosepimply and her eyes very nervous.”
“I was nervous our first time too,” Donna said, slipping closer. It was then I noticed that one of her shoulder straps was dangling by her arm.
“You didn’t show it. She needed some coaxing, some reassurance, and I’m very glad it was me there to give it to her and not Dick. He’s nice, but he often doesn’t know how to be nice.”
“I’m going to remember that one.” Donna slid down onto the coffee table, crawling across it on all fours. “So how did you put her at ease?”
“I had been in the water, my hair spreading around me like a nebula, the way I was at that aquatic artshow in Seattle, remember?”
“I remember,” Donna grinned. “But you had clothes on, then.”
“I know. They ruined the effect, didn’t they? I was loving the feel of the waterfall’s vibrations through the water, but Raven was much better than that. I climbed up onto the rock she was on.” Kory’s right hand glowed so bright I couldn’t look at it, but I saw the fingers moving to the crotch before I looked away. “My hair fell over me, almost enough to clothe me if I’d bothered. It covered my shoulders and my cleavage and my flat stomach and my great ass.” Kory’s left hand, flares leaping from the knuckles, worked her breasts out of their armor. Donna drank the sight in, mouth hanging open a little.
“Then I reached for her.” Kory snapped off a starbolt that cut through Donna’s remaining shoulder strap. Her top fell open. Donna’s lips screwed up in a little ‘you got me’ expression of frustrated surrender, and she reared up on her knees and pulled her costume down to her hips. I couldn’t look away from her breasts. They were so high and so firm and yet pliant… and something about the way they curved and still moved was so perfect.
Kory let her head drift back as she massaged herself, breasts and groin, like she was bathing herself with liquid green light. “I took her hands and I told her that she was so lovely, so lovely, that any man would be a fool not to see it. Then I said ‘I’d like to do more than look at you’.”
“And did you?” Donna demanded huskily, reaching the end of the coffee table, her hair falling between Kory’s outstretched knees.
“She kissed me!” Kory gasped. “Oh, she was so nervous and needy and passionate and I wanted to make love to her right there and I did! OH!” Kory’s body arced as Donna climbed onto her, hands on her metal garters, the starbolts lighting Donna up. Oh, Cassie! She looked even more lovely with the shadows of that green light moving over her body!
(Cassie was rubbing her own legs together, wishing she could focus on how the sheets pulled taut over Kara’s chest were rising and falling, but unable to look anywhere but at her flushed face.)
“She laid down on the rock, so tender and new like snow that had just fallen, and X’Hal!” Kory growled at the same moment Donna ripped away her panties. “I wanted to fuck her until she was bruised and orgasmed and mine, but I held myself in and I let her pull me down on top of her! She could see how I needed her then, but she had no idea how much! She asked me to be her first.”
“And what’d you say?” Donna breathed, having worked her way up Kory’s taut stomach and heaving breasts to kiss her neck.
“Yes!” Kory cried, both hands flying to her crotch as Donna bit down on her breast. “I kissed her and I licked her and I sucked her and I told her to do the same to me!” Taking hold of Donna’s hair with hands that could rend steel, Kory forced her face down her body to her hot, molten center. “And I made her come and come and come! X’Hal!”
Kory threw her arms up, blasting the reinforced wall with a starbolt the size of a car. The green light faded very slowly, and when I could see again, I could see Donna was in Kory’s arms, lying peacefully across the couch. Both of them were trying to catch their breath.
***
“Of course,” Kara said, a little out of breath, “the next day I ran into Kory in the lunch line. She asked me if I enjoyed the show and I nearly had a breakdown before I realized that she was literally curious if I had enjoyed watching her have sex.”
Cassie turned her pillow over and buried herself in the coolness. She felt a little like grabbing the nearest not-quite-green-skinned space babe herself. “Well, that’s Kory for you.”
“I find her lifestyle very interesting.”
“Yeah, you and everyone else who breathes.” Cassie yawned. “I need coffee. You want anything?”
“Just the renewed pleasure of your company.”
Cassie patted Kara’s shoulder. “Suave.”
Diana was in the kitchen, looking regal despite the fact that Cassie caught her mid-yawn and wearing a wifebeater with sweats. Cassie had seen people look less elegant in wedding gowns.
Beside Diana, a coffee pot incongruously bubbled on the sculpted marble counter. “It’s odd,” Diana said with her comfy lack of preamble. “On these restful holidays, I get much less rest than after a hard day’s labor.”
“At least those you love will be well-rested.”
Diana raised her eyebrow in innuendo.
“I mean, they don’t have to worry about you. Eww. I was thinking of my mom.”
Diana laughed. “Coffee.”
“Yes, definitely.”
“For all the devils of Man’s World, they can do magic with a sack of beans.“
“And their fashion sense isn’t bad either. I thought you slept in the nude?”
“Not when there are impressionable minds around. But what is it that wrests you from Morpheus’s grip?”
“Apparently, I volunteered myself to explain polyamory to the girl who doesn’t understand non-reproductive sex.” Cassie floated up onto the counter.
“Mmm. Education. A useful skill for any Amazon. Consider this a worthy test.”
“Yay, more pressure!” Cassie held her head. “You’ve slept with half the women on the JLA… granted, it’s the pretty half,” she said to Diana’s raised eyebrow. “What should I tell her?”
“Did you explain to her how you can feel love for a friend, like Robin, but it need not be romantic?”
“Ummm… yeah. Didn’t work.” Cassie paused uncertainly. “What does make a relationship work?”
“You do.”
“Well, then she has nothing to worry about. She’s very loyal, very playful…” Cassie broke off, wondering why she was describing Kara with terms that were equally applicable to her Golden Retriever.
“You must be very happy with her,” Diana said, pouring coffee for them both.
“Yeah.” Cassie took hold of a mug, feeling the warmth seep into her fingers. “I am.”
“As happy as you were with Kon?”
“I loved Kon!” Cassie half-snapped, feeling a sudden, irrational defensiveness. Realizing what she’d said, she dropped her gaze to her reflection in the coffee.
“You love Kara too.” Diana took a sip. “Which doesn’t diminish the love you felt for Kon.”
“I never said it did!”
“Just like the love you had for Cissie didn’t diminish what you had with Kon.”
“Could you get to the point, please?” Cassie said bitterly, just above a whisper.
“What do you think the point is?”
“I don’t know,” Cassie whined, kicking at her toes.
Diana laughed, gave her a brief hug and a kiss on the cheek. “You’ll do the right thing. You always do. Eventually.”
***
When Cassie got back to the bedchamber, she made an un-heroic noise at the sight of Raven standing there. She felt even more embarrassed when she realized it was a hologram.
“Oh hi Cassie.” Kara, wearing a nightgown, blurred over to take a mug from Cassie. “Raven was just telling me how she’s been dating Donna.”
“Really.”
“Yes. When I joined the Titans, she told me I could always call her for advice. So I did.”
With a ‘I’m dating an outer space alien’ shrug, Cassie sat down with Kara on the bed. “You really don’t strike me as the dating type,” she said to Raven.
“As I was telling Supergirl, Kory helped me with that. I used to be very afraid that someone would reject me for my heritage. Kory’s had break-ups, been widowed, but she never regretted it. She told me that even the hardest rain makes things grow.”
“You sound like you’re still in love with her,” Cassie offered tentatively.
“I am, in my own way.” Raven smiled a little. “But she’s with Richard now and I don’t think I could handle Tamaran 24/7. But I do value our brief interludes.”
“But don’t you want more?” Kara asked, sweetly blunt, but still blunt enough to make Cassie want to slap her forehead.
Raven’s smile died. “Yes. But I won’t get it from her. I appreciate Kory as a lover, just as I appreciate Richard as a friend, but only so much can be asked of any bond.”
For the first time, Cassie heard a note of longing in Raven’s neutral voice. She’d always assumed Raven didn’t want a relationship. She’d never thought of her as someone who was just unlucky in love. But then, anyone would be lucky to be with Donna. She was giving, loving, the kind of person who could tolerate your flaws without coddling them. She was a lot like Kara, actually.
“Well,” Cassie said, trying to comfort with Amazon caring, “better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.”
Raven shook her head. “Better to have lived and lost than never to have lived at all.”
The hologram faded. Raven didn’t want to talk anymore. Cassie didn’t blame her.
“Is that—“ Kara stopped, bit her lip.
“Go on,” Cassie encouraged.
“Is that how you feel about Kon?”
It was strange, how Cassie used to cry thinking about this. “Every second.”
Kara sat on the bed. “Earth has given me a lot to think about today, as it does every day. Should I sleep on this?”
Cassie smiled. “I think so.”
“Will you join me? I would like to value our time together, even while asleep.”
Cassie nodded and, her skin all goosepimply, got under the covers. Kara turned off the lights and joined her, keeping to her side of the bed like a wall separated them, but smiling at Cassie all the same. Cassie reached up, setting her hand on the pillow, and Kara took it. She was still holding it when she fell asleep.
She woke up from a dream of Cissie intertwined with Mia, making love while Kory and Donna and Diana clapped, to see Kara gazing at her lovingly.
“I couldn’t sleep,” Kara said, gently prying her hand out of Cassie’s and using it to straighten her long blonde hair over her pillow.
“I used to dream about having sex with Kon, the time I had sex with Kon.” Cassie’s hand still laid on the pillow, the fingers empty, the polish fading off the nails. “I really hated that dream… I miss him.”
“He was a great hero,” Kara said, smiling in memory. “He must’ve been a great boyfriend.”
“He was,” Cassie muttered. Her hand closed. Kara took it again, squeezing the fingers inside her own, rubbing the backs of Cassie’s knuckles with her thumb. Cassie bit her lip before smiling at the Kryptonian. “I love you.”
“I know. But I understand that vocalizing this is important on Earth, so…” She cleared her throat and looked into Cassie’s eyes. “I love you too.” She coughed. “Was that alright?”
“Perfect.”
They kissed. It was a little like it had been with Cissie and a little like it had been with Kon and nothing at all like it had been with either of them.
Cassie laid her hand on Kara’s thigh. When she didn’t do anything more, poised there as uncertain as someone who had just stood up from a wheelchair, Kara wrapped her fingers softly around Cassie’s wrist and moved her hand upward.
“Could you tell me Kory’s story again?” Cassie asked as she pulled back the bedsheets.
***
“Cassie? Could you please wake up now, Cassie?”
Cassie opened her eyes. It was still dark, mostly. Kara had rubbed her arm until she woke up. Cassie yawned while Kara patiently continued to stroke her arm. “What can I do ya for, SG?”
“The sun is coming up, Cassie. I wondered if you would like to see it with me?”
Cassie yawned again. “Alright. But I’m bringing the bedsheets.”
***
Cassie had watched the sunrise back in Boston, after an all-night Nora Ephron marathon with her mom. It hadn’t been that impressive. It just… rose. Cassie hadn’t thought that the sunrise on Paradise Island would be very different, but of course, it was.
The sun came straight up over the horizon, setting the sea on fire. The sand sparkled with its warm glow and Kara breathed in bliss as the light energized her, making her a vision of loveliness. Cassie ran a hand over Kara’s side, from breast to hip, and found it already warm with the sun’s fire, like a warm bath made solid. Cassie shrugged off her blanket and let the sun’s rays caress her. “Great day for tanning,” she said, eyes closed.
Kara’s hair was brushed against her shoulder by the ocean wind. “Great day for tanning lotion,” she replied.
Cassie laughed. I’ll do you if you do me,” she breathed, then ruined the sultriness by laughing again. The sand between her toes felt wonderful.
“Whatever we end up doing,” Kara took Cassie’s hand, “I’m glad you’re here to do it with me.”
“Or to you.”
Kara took Cassie’s hand around her shoulders. “Whatever works.”
Author's notes: As crazy as it sounds, I only uncovered the plot of this story a few days before I had to post it, with Cassie moving on with her life, getting over Kon and being with Kara. Thank God for betas. Originally this was going to be ten stories, with some delving into the Batverse pairings requested, but it was just too hard to get to through the onus of Cassie and Kara acting as narrators. Maybe a sequel, neh?
So happy IDF,second_batgirl, and if you'll excuse me, I have some feedback to give.
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second_batgirlDisclaimer: If they were mine, don’t you think I’d stop naming them variants of Cass? Betaed by tboarder and
lurkslikefox. Written for femslash09. And my sincerest apologies go out to Catherynne M. Valente…Fandom: DC comics
Pairing: Cassie/Kara, Cassie/Cissie, Cissie/Mia, Donna/Kory, Kory/Raven
Rating: R
Word count: 5,990
Summary: Cassie and Kara tell each other stories of what’s gone before and what’s going to come next.
Paradise Island was the first part of Earth that Kara loved even though nothing about it reminded her of Krypton. That made sense though, because she loved Cassie and Cassie was nothing like any Kryptonian she had ever known. Even though she knew, logically, that Cassie was only an honorary Amazon, Cassandra was Themyscira to Kara. When she smiled, it was bright as the island’s unfettered sunshine. When she laughed, it was as beautiful as the wind playing with the leaves. When they kissed, Cassie tasted like the sea crashing against her lips. Cassie’s body felt like a dune of warm beach sand, and she made Kara feel like her body wasn’t Kryptonian crystal.
And Cassie liked spending time with Kara as well. There was no demand, it wasn’t all confusing like with Tim. They didn’t have to kiss or take their clothes off in front of each other, they could just watch TV and spar and gossip during monitor duty. For Cassie, it was like being a kid again. After the whirlwind of life with Kon, she was happy to just be with Kara. It was just like being best friends, only… warmer.
After an evening of running and swimming and flying on the beaches, they relaxed on a little sandbar past the breakers, watching gaily colored fish investigate their toes. They both wore Amazonian versions of the bikini; swim trunks and a crop top that acted as a sort of sports bra.
“Told you you’d love it here,” Cassie said, brushing her hair over her shoulder. Her wet body had invited a clinging layer of fine white sand, which she didn’t mind but Kara dutifully/friskily tried to brush off.
“You were right,” Kara said, body not touching Cassie but lying closer to her than she stood next to anyone else. “Thank you.”
“Any time. I told Diana we should’ve shown you this place. She wanted you to discover it for yourself.”
“I think it’s better having a friend to share it with.”
“Me too.”
They lay there, dripping dry and sipping mango juice from canteens around their necks until the sun set and it was cold in Paradise. Kara used her heatvision on Cassie’s lasso and they wrapped it around each other like a skimpy blanket. Kara rested her head on Cassie’s arm. They let the tide massage their feet.
“Cassie, do you think we’ll get married?”
Cassie coughed up a chunk of apple. “Huh?”
“I mean, do you think our relationship will last long enough for us to get married?”
“I don’t know,” Cassie sputtered. “It’d be nice.”
“I think so too.” Kara moved closer to Cassie, making them meet at their calves, hips, cheeks. “Have you ever been in love before? Not with Kon, with a girl.”
“I’ve been in a relationship. I don’t know if I was in love.”
“Would you mind telling me about her?”
“If you’re interested.” Cassie rolled over to face Kara, putting their bodies at right angles. “Her name was Cissie. You don’t know her.”
Girls, at least on Earth, love hard when they’re young. It’s like you’re bursting with passion for anything, everything, boys, girls. I had a crush on Kon, of course, but I might as well have been in love with Harrison Ford. I never in a million years thought we’d actually… connect.
Cissie was my best friend back then. She still is, I guess, when I think about her. We were inseparable. I was playing dress-up in a wig and goggles, but she knew what she was doing. Or, at least she acted like she did. She never wanted to be a superhero, but if you’d told me that—I would’ve sworn up and down she’d be leading the Justice League someday.
And we were kinda the only sane ones back then, except for Robin, and he kept to himself unless Kon or Bart were dragging him along—or carrying him, sometimes.
So, anyway, I thought it would be a good idea to go camping together as a team-building exercise. Of course, only me, Cissie, and sometimes Greta ever showed up. Oh, and Bart, but only to roast marshmallows. And she was all tall and lovely and blonde, did I mention… don’t give me that look, my boobs hadn’t come in yet. Or my growth spurt. Except for her and Anita, we were hobbits.
It wasn’t like one of Slobo’s pornos, we didn’t even flirt or anything, we were just kissing all of a sudden. I don’t even remember what we were talking about before. I liked it, though. It was my first real kiss and we were just sitting there, kissing and listening to the fire crackle, the crickets and the frogs and the owls. And she didn’t cop a feel like a boy would’ve; our lips were the only things that touched. I think she was as surprised as I was, but when we knew neither of us was going to freak out, it was like no big deal.
It was all smiles after that. We kissed a few more times—I even touched her breast—but it wasn’t the kind of thing you talk about a lot. It only came up a few more times… I’m not saying we were straight and just practicing kissing, obviously, but it was never serious. Except for this one talk, when we both decided it shouldn’t be anything more than what it was. We’d just thumped Mighty Endowed and Cissie had thought I was dead and when she found out I wasn’t, well…
She kissed me. In front of everyone.
At the time I was really too happy to say anything, but while the boys were talking to the Mexican authorities, I walked her behind the Super-Cycle and said “What are you, a lesbian or something?”
Poor choice of words, to say the least.
She just looked at me, all hurt, I mean really hurt, and she said “Would you care if I kissed someone else?”
So we cooled down on the way back to the Catskills, and when we get there I ask her what she meant, once we were alone.
“I’m sorry, I just meant that if we’re not dating, it’d be cool for me to kiss another girl.”
I asked her which girl.
It wasn’t long after you and me went camping. My mom took me to some bogus archery contest and made me wear a costume like a complete lamer. So there I am, just waiting for the paparazzi to try for some upskirt shots, when I see another superhero. But he’s not in cape mode, it’s just Green Arrow, same beard and everything, wearing chinos and stuff. And he’s hassling this girl my age, cute little blonde, shorter than me but who isn’t, holding a bow that comes up to her shoulders. He’s blowing her up like a balloon with advice and finally she drops her quiver. Arrows go everywhere. Green Arrow gets real sarcastic, teasing her and crap like he’s a boot camp instructor. He leaves to sign them up and I help her pick up. “What crawled up his ass and died?”
“The Nixon administration, I think. Usually he’s pretty cool, but he gets kinda intense ‘bout bows and shit.”
“My mom’s the same way about superheroing.”
Then she sees the mask and gets a little excited, like a total fangirl. “Oh hey, you’re,” she snapped her fingers, “shampoo arrow.”
“Arrowette. That was my mom.”
“Oh. Still cool. She was totally post-modern and crap.”
“If you think she’s cool, do yourself a favor and don’t meet her.” I mighta punched a hole in her quiver when I put the last arrow in. “So if we’re all in agreement that this is BS, you wanna play hooky? Mom’s got me on this new diet and I’d kill for a cheeseburger.”
“Only if we eat it at a theater showing the new Hugh Jackman. Ollie thinks action movies are fascist expressions of suppressed homosexual longing.”
“What a douche.”
“Totally. I’m Mia, by the way.”
And we had a really fun time and we talked about you. She was really curious about Young Justice and not just ‘do Robin and Superboy like to spoon?’ but insightful stuff like how we find out about trouble and if two teams ever show up at the same emergency. And the movie was good too, even if she squeezed my hand to a pulp during the tense bits.
Afterwards we went out for that burger. I told her how nice her hair looked and we talked about archery and I told her I thought she was probably really good at it. I even took her hand and rubbed her calluses and said they meant she must practice a lot. She didn’t blush, which I thought was weird because she seemed so sweet and innocent. She just had this little smile when I complimented her, like her mind was a million miles away.
It took her a while to realize I was flirting with her. Not like it was with us. (Cissie sounded a little guilty there.) So, finally… kinda for the challenge of it, almost… I said I wanted to show her something. I went all parkour up a high-rise under construction until we reached this half-finished balcony, real swank even if it was unfurnished. Great view, too, and shade.
After a couple of minutes watching the sun move, Mia turned to me and said “Anything else to see up here?”
I took my quiver off. Then my mask. It wasn’t like it covered much anyway. I kissed her. She tasted sweet, like citrus… maybe it was just her lipstick. She kissed me back, her fingers sinking into my arms with more force than I thought her little body had.
We kissed for so long that when I touched her cheek, the sun had warmed it like a metal slide on a playground. I ruffled her hair out of its ponytail and played with it while we kissed, holding it up and letting the wind stir it around. She just hung onto me, arms wrapping around my back and neck. Then she started rubbing her thigh between my legs.
“Does that feel weird?” she asked when I stopped kissing her.
“Yeah. But weird’s good.”
”Weird’s good,” Mia repeated before we started kissing again. I got pretty into it, like she really knew what she was doing with that knee because I was moaning and trying to arc into it when she stopped and said “I have HIV.”
I blinked and didn’t move, but at least I didn’t let go of her. “Huh? You have AIDS?”
“No, HIV. It’s the virus that—“
“I know, I… I knew that.” I stopped. She was obviously waiting for my reaction and I didn’t know how to react. I knew all the PSA shit, like how you can’t get AIDS from a drinking fountain or kissing someone, but she was still looking at me like I was the first person she’d told. Maybe I was just the first prospective lover she’d said it too. “I’m sorry.”
”Not your fault.” She smiled, ruefully and a little relieved, I hope. “Yeah, GA was trying to get my mind off it by taking me here. That’s why I don’t think he’ll mind me spending time with a friend instead. As long as I don’t mention you’re a superhero and all that.”
“Yeah.” I brushed some of the hair I’d loosened out of her eyes. “Okay. So is it cool if we keep kissing?”
“It’s very cool.”
We didn’t make love or anything, we just made out like teenagers. It probably wouldn’t have gone past that anyway, so I’m not sure why she told me. Maybe she read one of those stories on high school blowjobs and thought I was going to ask her to strap on a dildo or something. Then it got dark and I suggested we had pissed our respective parental units off enough, so we kissed a little more and then headed back.
***
“I don’t think I cheated on you,” Cissie concluded, looking at me with that teenage glare where you know you’ve probably fucked up but you’re ready to put up a fight if someone calls you on it.
“I don’t think you did either,” I said. “So. I guess we’re not in love.”
“No,” Cissie said. “I guess not. Do you… would you like it if we were?”
“I don’t think I’d ever meet a guy who’d make as cool as girlfriend as you,” I evaded, mostly unintentionally, although the mangled gender politics was completely intentional.
We hugged.
“I think Kon likes you,” she said before letting go of me.
“That’d be pretty cool,” I said suavely, running a hand through my hair.
“So, uh, I’m gonna go see how Secret’s doing. Sorry if I embarrassed you.”
“You didn’t…” I started to say, but she was walking fast enough that I knew not to follow her.
I know she sent Mia some IMs later, but Speedy isn’t really a Web 2.0 kinda gal. But when the Titans were in town, she blew Cissie a kiss. I thought that was sweet of her.
***
“Arrowette? I thought she was with Impulse,” Kara said, with the ponderous look she got when real life contradicted her studying.
Cassie laughed out loud. “I cannot even imagine Impulse discovering sex. He’d probably whip a whole leather bar into a riot because he wanted to try something he read about on the Internet. But do you understand how I was in a relationship with Cissie, and I loved her, but I didn’t… wasn’t having a romance with her?”
“Short-term relationships.” Kara nodded. “Is that the right phrase?”
“I think so.” Cassie thought of what Kon would call them and smiled despite herself. “Come on, let’s get to bed.”
Of course, it wasn’t that simple. They slept in two beds, pushed close together but still separate. Helena Sandsmark had gotten certain promises from Diana and Cassie didn’t want to make her a liar. Besides, after Kon… after making love to him, feeling his body over her, inside her, then seemingly the next minute seeing it transformed into a cold mass of meat… she didn’t want to be that close to people anymore. Not when, on any given day, they could die.
Which was why Kara was so great. She didn’t make demands, she wasn’t insistent like Cissie had been toward the end, she was just happy to be together. Everything was so new to her that they could spend a day shopping or making a collage or oohing at all the animals in a pet store and Cassie could still have some distance, she could hold something in reserve so that if things did blow up, again, then it wouldn’t hurt so bad.
Yeah, Kara was a great girlfriend.
She lay on the right bed and Cassie on the left. The Amazon was yawning the instant her head hit the pillow, had been barely able to stay awake while she had washed the sea salt away with warm water. But Kara lay awake, her x-ray vision idly probing through the roof and out into space. “Speedy’s illness, it will kill her some day.”
“We all die sometime,” Cassie said, resolving not to think of Kon despite the pang that went through her.
“So why would she seek someone, knowing it could only be a short-term relationship?”
Cassie rolled over, waking herself for a long night. “If you like someone and want to spend time with them… then you do.”
“But on Krypton, relationships only exist for reproduction. And on Earth, relationships are centered on love. Why would someone embark on a pairing that had neither?”
“Lots of reasons. People don’t want the same thing from every person. You don’t wanna have kissy time with Superman, do you?”
Kara hesitated. “No, but there was this alternate universe Kal…”
“Lalala, not listening!”
“Cassie, be serious. Why would you want something you know won’t last?”
“Alright, first, tell me what you’d like out of a long-term relationship.”
“I don’t know… but there was this couple I saw once. I’d like what they had.”
I’ve always found your planet very dark, did you know that? On Krypton the light reflects off the ice and the crystal so there’s a thousand degrees between black and white. This world I find muted in comparison. Yes, even with all the colors. It’s all a haze to my eyes. Except for Koriand’r.
I see her like a sun in female form, sometimes a raging supernova and sometimes a warm summer day.
Donna, then, is like the Earth goddesses I have studied. Maternal, warm, strong. She gives Kory something to shine upon. I would like someone, either to give me light or to take mine. I don’t know how much I have to give, though.
(“You have plenty,” Cassie said.)
One day I saw them playing a game. Kory would roll her fingers into a gun and fire tiny starbolts at Donna, and Donna would deflect them with her bracelets. I wish I knew the name of it.
“So, what are you thinking about?” Donna asked, teasing I think.
“Raven,” Kory replied, absolutely teasing. She flicked another starbolt at Donna’s, which made the Amazon bend over to deflect it. Kory stared down Donna’s costume.
“Don’t I give you enough to think about?”
“Just about. But I can’t think of the same thing all day. It’d lose its… flavor.”
“Well, I hope I’m giving you something new to ponder.” Donna blocked two starbolts at once, throwing her arms out to either side and making her breasts jiggle.
“Always,” Kory drawled as she leaned back and spread her legs.
(“They were doing all this in front of you?” Cassie asked.
“Well, no… But I wanted to get to know everyone, and I have x-ray vision… and superhearing…”
“Oh, Kara, you didn’t!”
“I get nervous meeting new people! And Ravager is scary.”
“True…”)
Donna paused ten feet from where Kory was sitting on the couch, and she leaned against the wall. “So, what were you thinking about Raven?”
“How enthusiastic she can be, once you take off that horrid cloak. You remember when I took her to Tahiti?”
“I remember the glow you had when you got back.”
Kory sent a starbolt at Donna’s crotch. When she deflected it, the dying heat pulsed against her groin. Donna gasped and her eyes rolled back in her head a little and I remember thinking that she had taken much harder hits in battle and never responded that much.
(“Maybe if the enemy was dressed like Starfire…” Cassie joked.)
“We spent all the day on the beach,” Kory said smugly. “Talking and swimming. I got to show Raven all the things I love about Earth, and I got to show her how to put on suntan lotion.” Kory smiled as her hands glowed green. “Not too shabby.”
Kory fired. Donna blocked them, but the heat washed over her breasts. When she brought her arms down, her nipples were standing up against the fabric.
“Then what did you do?” Donna asked, taking a step closer.
Kory set her hands down on her knees and squeezed, sending green energy crackling into her boots. “We decided that although we both thought a relationship with Dick would be a good idea, for now it would be best to wait. Dick can be remarkably resistant to change. I’m still not sure he can handle one woman all that well, let alone two.”
“Poor boy,” Donna said, with a bit of sincerity. “Lucky me, though.”
Kory’s hands moved up her legs, spreading green light over her thighs. “I told Raven she should explore her emotions, and the humanity she was now a part of. She agreed. She looked very comely in a swimsuit, Donna. You should’ve seen her. She was pale, but she had a nice tan by the time we left. And she has a very pleasing shape to her. So much dignity there, such handsomeness. Don’t you find her engaging to behold?”
Donna stalked closer. “Everyone else pales in comparison.”
“You’re sweet,” Kory said before her hand flew away from her thighs, sending out one thick starbolt. Donna crossed her arms to block it, and the heat temporarily tanned her face green. She pinched her lips when it was gone, like she was savoring it. “I told her I’d like to see her naked.”
“Rhea, Kory…” Donna breathed. I’m not sure how much was incredulity and how much arousal, but she was absolutely tuned on.
“She just looked so cute in her little one-piece.” Kory’s right arm was still resting on her thigh, the hand dangling by her crotch. The fingers rubbed together nostalgically, throbbing with emerald light. “She looked at me and I waited patiently, my eyes and lips smiling at her. When she had taken her time and thought through my request, and her own feelings, she stood up off the rocks we were on and slid the shoulder straps off. I smelled the lotion that had been under them, coconut flavor.
“We were by a waterfall, on this big flat rock saturated by the mist from the fall. All that water in the air was like one big blanket swathing her. She pulled the one-piece down and I watched it go down her legs, then saw her joyously kick it into the water and I laughed. As I said, she’s very well-formed. Not as voluptuous as your media likes to deify, but with lovely proportions and a very appealing sense of self. Her wet hair fell down her back and her chest like strands of silk and she had a shadow of pubic hair between her legs, the only spot of darkness on her besides her eyes and her silken hair. She stood there, suddenly hiding her hands behind her back, canting her head this way and that, with her flesh all goosepimply and her eyes very nervous.”
“I was nervous our first time too,” Donna said, slipping closer. It was then I noticed that one of her shoulder straps was dangling by her arm.
“You didn’t show it. She needed some coaxing, some reassurance, and I’m very glad it was me there to give it to her and not Dick. He’s nice, but he often doesn’t know how to be nice.”
“I’m going to remember that one.” Donna slid down onto the coffee table, crawling across it on all fours. “So how did you put her at ease?”
“I had been in the water, my hair spreading around me like a nebula, the way I was at that aquatic artshow in Seattle, remember?”
“I remember,” Donna grinned. “But you had clothes on, then.”
“I know. They ruined the effect, didn’t they? I was loving the feel of the waterfall’s vibrations through the water, but Raven was much better than that. I climbed up onto the rock she was on.” Kory’s right hand glowed so bright I couldn’t look at it, but I saw the fingers moving to the crotch before I looked away. “My hair fell over me, almost enough to clothe me if I’d bothered. It covered my shoulders and my cleavage and my flat stomach and my great ass.” Kory’s left hand, flares leaping from the knuckles, worked her breasts out of their armor. Donna drank the sight in, mouth hanging open a little.
“Then I reached for her.” Kory snapped off a starbolt that cut through Donna’s remaining shoulder strap. Her top fell open. Donna’s lips screwed up in a little ‘you got me’ expression of frustrated surrender, and she reared up on her knees and pulled her costume down to her hips. I couldn’t look away from her breasts. They were so high and so firm and yet pliant… and something about the way they curved and still moved was so perfect.
Kory let her head drift back as she massaged herself, breasts and groin, like she was bathing herself with liquid green light. “I took her hands and I told her that she was so lovely, so lovely, that any man would be a fool not to see it. Then I said ‘I’d like to do more than look at you’.”
“And did you?” Donna demanded huskily, reaching the end of the coffee table, her hair falling between Kory’s outstretched knees.
“She kissed me!” Kory gasped. “Oh, she was so nervous and needy and passionate and I wanted to make love to her right there and I did! OH!” Kory’s body arced as Donna climbed onto her, hands on her metal garters, the starbolts lighting Donna up. Oh, Cassie! She looked even more lovely with the shadows of that green light moving over her body!
(Cassie was rubbing her own legs together, wishing she could focus on how the sheets pulled taut over Kara’s chest were rising and falling, but unable to look anywhere but at her flushed face.)
“She laid down on the rock, so tender and new like snow that had just fallen, and X’Hal!” Kory growled at the same moment Donna ripped away her panties. “I wanted to fuck her until she was bruised and orgasmed and mine, but I held myself in and I let her pull me down on top of her! She could see how I needed her then, but she had no idea how much! She asked me to be her first.”
“And what’d you say?” Donna breathed, having worked her way up Kory’s taut stomach and heaving breasts to kiss her neck.
“Yes!” Kory cried, both hands flying to her crotch as Donna bit down on her breast. “I kissed her and I licked her and I sucked her and I told her to do the same to me!” Taking hold of Donna’s hair with hands that could rend steel, Kory forced her face down her body to her hot, molten center. “And I made her come and come and come! X’Hal!”
Kory threw her arms up, blasting the reinforced wall with a starbolt the size of a car. The green light faded very slowly, and when I could see again, I could see Donna was in Kory’s arms, lying peacefully across the couch. Both of them were trying to catch their breath.
***
“Of course,” Kara said, a little out of breath, “the next day I ran into Kory in the lunch line. She asked me if I enjoyed the show and I nearly had a breakdown before I realized that she was literally curious if I had enjoyed watching her have sex.”
Cassie turned her pillow over and buried herself in the coolness. She felt a little like grabbing the nearest not-quite-green-skinned space babe herself. “Well, that’s Kory for you.”
“I find her lifestyle very interesting.”
“Yeah, you and everyone else who breathes.” Cassie yawned. “I need coffee. You want anything?”
“Just the renewed pleasure of your company.”
Cassie patted Kara’s shoulder. “Suave.”
Diana was in the kitchen, looking regal despite the fact that Cassie caught her mid-yawn and wearing a wifebeater with sweats. Cassie had seen people look less elegant in wedding gowns.
Beside Diana, a coffee pot incongruously bubbled on the sculpted marble counter. “It’s odd,” Diana said with her comfy lack of preamble. “On these restful holidays, I get much less rest than after a hard day’s labor.”
“At least those you love will be well-rested.”
Diana raised her eyebrow in innuendo.
“I mean, they don’t have to worry about you. Eww. I was thinking of my mom.”
Diana laughed. “Coffee.”
“Yes, definitely.”
“For all the devils of Man’s World, they can do magic with a sack of beans.“
“And their fashion sense isn’t bad either. I thought you slept in the nude?”
“Not when there are impressionable minds around. But what is it that wrests you from Morpheus’s grip?”
“Apparently, I volunteered myself to explain polyamory to the girl who doesn’t understand non-reproductive sex.” Cassie floated up onto the counter.
“Mmm. Education. A useful skill for any Amazon. Consider this a worthy test.”
“Yay, more pressure!” Cassie held her head. “You’ve slept with half the women on the JLA… granted, it’s the pretty half,” she said to Diana’s raised eyebrow. “What should I tell her?”
“Did you explain to her how you can feel love for a friend, like Robin, but it need not be romantic?”
“Ummm… yeah. Didn’t work.” Cassie paused uncertainly. “What does make a relationship work?”
“You do.”
“Well, then she has nothing to worry about. She’s very loyal, very playful…” Cassie broke off, wondering why she was describing Kara with terms that were equally applicable to her Golden Retriever.
“You must be very happy with her,” Diana said, pouring coffee for them both.
“Yeah.” Cassie took hold of a mug, feeling the warmth seep into her fingers. “I am.”
“As happy as you were with Kon?”
“I loved Kon!” Cassie half-snapped, feeling a sudden, irrational defensiveness. Realizing what she’d said, she dropped her gaze to her reflection in the coffee.
“You love Kara too.” Diana took a sip. “Which doesn’t diminish the love you felt for Kon.”
“I never said it did!”
“Just like the love you had for Cissie didn’t diminish what you had with Kon.”
“Could you get to the point, please?” Cassie said bitterly, just above a whisper.
“What do you think the point is?”
“I don’t know,” Cassie whined, kicking at her toes.
Diana laughed, gave her a brief hug and a kiss on the cheek. “You’ll do the right thing. You always do. Eventually.”
***
When Cassie got back to the bedchamber, she made an un-heroic noise at the sight of Raven standing there. She felt even more embarrassed when she realized it was a hologram.
“Oh hi Cassie.” Kara, wearing a nightgown, blurred over to take a mug from Cassie. “Raven was just telling me how she’s been dating Donna.”
“Really.”
“Yes. When I joined the Titans, she told me I could always call her for advice. So I did.”
With a ‘I’m dating an outer space alien’ shrug, Cassie sat down with Kara on the bed. “You really don’t strike me as the dating type,” she said to Raven.
“As I was telling Supergirl, Kory helped me with that. I used to be very afraid that someone would reject me for my heritage. Kory’s had break-ups, been widowed, but she never regretted it. She told me that even the hardest rain makes things grow.”
“You sound like you’re still in love with her,” Cassie offered tentatively.
“I am, in my own way.” Raven smiled a little. “But she’s with Richard now and I don’t think I could handle Tamaran 24/7. But I do value our brief interludes.”
“But don’t you want more?” Kara asked, sweetly blunt, but still blunt enough to make Cassie want to slap her forehead.
Raven’s smile died. “Yes. But I won’t get it from her. I appreciate Kory as a lover, just as I appreciate Richard as a friend, but only so much can be asked of any bond.”
For the first time, Cassie heard a note of longing in Raven’s neutral voice. She’d always assumed Raven didn’t want a relationship. She’d never thought of her as someone who was just unlucky in love. But then, anyone would be lucky to be with Donna. She was giving, loving, the kind of person who could tolerate your flaws without coddling them. She was a lot like Kara, actually.
“Well,” Cassie said, trying to comfort with Amazon caring, “better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.”
Raven shook her head. “Better to have lived and lost than never to have lived at all.”
The hologram faded. Raven didn’t want to talk anymore. Cassie didn’t blame her.
“Is that—“ Kara stopped, bit her lip.
“Go on,” Cassie encouraged.
“Is that how you feel about Kon?”
It was strange, how Cassie used to cry thinking about this. “Every second.”
Kara sat on the bed. “Earth has given me a lot to think about today, as it does every day. Should I sleep on this?”
Cassie smiled. “I think so.”
“Will you join me? I would like to value our time together, even while asleep.”
Cassie nodded and, her skin all goosepimply, got under the covers. Kara turned off the lights and joined her, keeping to her side of the bed like a wall separated them, but smiling at Cassie all the same. Cassie reached up, setting her hand on the pillow, and Kara took it. She was still holding it when she fell asleep.
She woke up from a dream of Cissie intertwined with Mia, making love while Kory and Donna and Diana clapped, to see Kara gazing at her lovingly.
“I couldn’t sleep,” Kara said, gently prying her hand out of Cassie’s and using it to straighten her long blonde hair over her pillow.
“I used to dream about having sex with Kon, the time I had sex with Kon.” Cassie’s hand still laid on the pillow, the fingers empty, the polish fading off the nails. “I really hated that dream… I miss him.”
“He was a great hero,” Kara said, smiling in memory. “He must’ve been a great boyfriend.”
“He was,” Cassie muttered. Her hand closed. Kara took it again, squeezing the fingers inside her own, rubbing the backs of Cassie’s knuckles with her thumb. Cassie bit her lip before smiling at the Kryptonian. “I love you.”
“I know. But I understand that vocalizing this is important on Earth, so…” She cleared her throat and looked into Cassie’s eyes. “I love you too.” She coughed. “Was that alright?”
“Perfect.”
They kissed. It was a little like it had been with Cissie and a little like it had been with Kon and nothing at all like it had been with either of them.
Cassie laid her hand on Kara’s thigh. When she didn’t do anything more, poised there as uncertain as someone who had just stood up from a wheelchair, Kara wrapped her fingers softly around Cassie’s wrist and moved her hand upward.
“Could you tell me Kory’s story again?” Cassie asked as she pulled back the bedsheets.
***
“Cassie? Could you please wake up now, Cassie?”
Cassie opened her eyes. It was still dark, mostly. Kara had rubbed her arm until she woke up. Cassie yawned while Kara patiently continued to stroke her arm. “What can I do ya for, SG?”
“The sun is coming up, Cassie. I wondered if you would like to see it with me?”
Cassie yawned again. “Alright. But I’m bringing the bedsheets.”
***
Cassie had watched the sunrise back in Boston, after an all-night Nora Ephron marathon with her mom. It hadn’t been that impressive. It just… rose. Cassie hadn’t thought that the sunrise on Paradise Island would be very different, but of course, it was.
The sun came straight up over the horizon, setting the sea on fire. The sand sparkled with its warm glow and Kara breathed in bliss as the light energized her, making her a vision of loveliness. Cassie ran a hand over Kara’s side, from breast to hip, and found it already warm with the sun’s fire, like a warm bath made solid. Cassie shrugged off her blanket and let the sun’s rays caress her. “Great day for tanning,” she said, eyes closed.
Kara’s hair was brushed against her shoulder by the ocean wind. “Great day for tanning lotion,” she replied.
Cassie laughed. I’ll do you if you do me,” she breathed, then ruined the sultriness by laughing again. The sand between her toes felt wonderful.
“Whatever we end up doing,” Kara took Cassie’s hand, “I’m glad you’re here to do it with me.”
“Or to you.”
Kara took Cassie’s hand around her shoulders. “Whatever works.”
Author's notes: As crazy as it sounds, I only uncovered the plot of this story a few days before I had to post it, with Cassie moving on with her life, getting over Kon and being with Kara. Thank God for betas. Originally this was going to be ten stories, with some delving into the Batverse pairings requested, but it was just too hard to get to through the onus of Cassie and Kara acting as narrators. Maybe a sequel, neh?
So happy IDF,
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