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Cradle Of Love	By : Amarin Category: DC Verse Comics > Teen Titans Views: 2376 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Touch And Go

Once Kon, Tim, and Robin arrived back in Gotham City, things took a turn for the unusual. Tim was outwardly denying the fact that she and Kon had kissed, or the fact that she’d enjoyed it. She also wasn’t admitting that it had happened; in fact, she never mentioned it at all. Except for the times when she kissed him. Again.
Timmie knew what they were doing was…different, if not downright weird. She and Kon were…she didn’t even really know what they were. They were more than friends, but they weren’t lovers…
Yet.
Maybe.
Tim wasn’t sure how to feel about the fact that she…she wanted…she didn’t want to stop kissing Kon. But she wasn’t entirely sure about moving forward, going beyond the occasional – and quickly becoming less so – kiss. Even if there was some part of her that wanted to claim him for her own.
As he had claimed a part of her heart.

***
The next few days passed in a quiet sort of contentment, only broken the few times when Tim dared to reach out to Kon and kiss him.
Sometimes, when things slowed down, they’d find themselves gravitating towards each other, like Pluto and its moon, locked in a synchronistic orbit. Time seemed to stop, but only for as long as it would take for their hands to join; just long enough for lips to touch ever-so-slightly. But after those timeless moments had ended… It wasn’t as if they’d never happened, but they were never mentioned.
Kon found himself wondering if he and Timmie would ever really start…dating, for lack of a better word. It almost seemed as if Tim had chosen him for some sort of experiment – that he was ‘safe’ for her to ‘practice’ on, while slowly trying to reintroduce romance back into her life.
Then she’d look at him across the room…or laugh at the silly games he and Robin played…or corner him after a meeting and kiss him a little deeper, hold him a little longer than she had before…and Kon would find himself unable to believe that, even if she didn’t love him, what she felt for him wasn’t stronger than friendship.
Kon, for all that he…loved…being with Timmie…just wished that she’d acknowledge whatever this…thing was between them. He didn’t just want to be able to kiss her whenever he wanted, or to be able to be with her, romantically…he wanted the right to call her his.
Like he was already hers.

***
Kon opened the door to Timmie’s office with one hand, the other holding the Anselmo file. He looked over at his boss’s desk and grinned at what he saw. She was frowning at her computer monitor, a pencil gripped between her teeth as she typed in rapid-fire bursts on the keyboard. She stopped for a moment, and, without removing her gaze from the screen, took the pencil from her mouth and tapped the eraser end against her desk, her mouth pursed in thought. Quickly scribbling some calculations on a nearby pad of paper, she growled under her breath at the answer. Tucking the pencil into her hair above one ear, she turned back to her computer and rested her fingers on the keys. Timothea stared blankly at the information in front of her for a few seconds, and then began typing again.
“Hard at work?” Kon asked, wondering if he could get away with offering to massage her shoulders.
Timmie gave a grunt in acknowledgment, typing never faltering in speed.
He might, but only if he could get her to stop working for long enough to unknot those muscles. “I’ve got the Anselmo final contract here, with all the research you asked for,” he said, laying the papers on her desk to the side.
Nodding, Timmie continued typing for a minute, then finally sat back with a relieved sigh once she finished. “Good. That means I might actually get out of here before tomorrow morning.” They’d only been back at work for a day, and already she’d been inundated with paperwork.
Kon snorted.
Tim rolled her eyes and sat back in her chair with a sigh. “Oh, you think I’m joking, but I’m not,” she said, punctuating her point with a jab of her pencil, before she dropped it onto her desk.
Kon perched on the edge of her desk, just because he knew it would drive her crazy for him to smudge the glossy finish. “You’re the boss; why don’t you delegate some of this stuff to me?”
Timothea eyed him as if he was some new and intriguing specimen of bug; or perhaps just a very interesting stock portfolio. “You’re actually asking for more work.” Despite being said as a statement, it was still a question.
“If I don’t do it, you’ll have to,” Kon pointed out. “And a certain young lady will be most unhappy not to get to see her mother tonight before she has to go to bed.”
Tim smiled ruefully, thinking that she could get used to Kon being so…concerned for her welfare. In addition to the kisses. “Too true.”

***
January 9th
***
“Happy birthday dear Robin, happy birthday…toooo…youuuuu…” the trio of mismatched relatives sang to their little girl.
Robin grinned up at them, and then turned wide, eager eyes on the flower-frosted cake in front of her.
“Now, make a wish and blow out your candles,” Tim instructed her daughter.
Robin’s face screwed up in thought for a moment before she blew out her candles with a harsh puff of breath.
She’d already had a party with her few friends that afternoon at daycare. Strawberry iced cupcakes and blue Kool-Aid (her favorite flavor) as their afternoon snack before their nap. This, celebration, however…this was just for family.
Which, Kon had been pleased to discover, included not only Darla (and Tim’s parents via phone), but himself as well.
Tim dished up vanilla bean ice cream to go with the chocolate Darla cut, and after they’d eaten, it was time for presents. Robin’s grandparents had added a tire swing to the oak out back, Darla had given her a cardboard ‘treasure chest’ of dress-up clothes, Tim had gotten her a new Teddy Ruxpin video, and Kon…
Kon had snuck out after he’d eaten his cake and ice cream, and retrieved his present from Tim’s bedroom. His plan for getting the kitten to Gotham had worked like a charm, though Bart had complained about having to litter train the kitten.
Once Robin saw her, all her other toys ceased to exist.
The kitten was a calico moggie, a mixture of so many different breeds that she was the equivalent of a feline mutt. She had soft medium-length fur, and her eyes differed in color: one was blue and one was green. She had a kink in her tail, and one foot each was black, grey, white, and reddish orange.
Robin loved her, and promptly named her ‘Patches.’
“What did you wish for?” Tim asked her daughter later, as they were cleaning up from the party.
“To always be as happy as I am right now,” Robin said, cuddling her kitten close, a wide, happy smile on her face.
Tim couldn’t help but return it, and when she turned to Kon, neither could he.
And Robin didn’t bother to tell her mother that her real wish had been for Kon to be her father. She saw no need to say so when it was clear that Tim was working on it without needing a wish to help her.

***
Happiness abounded, but despite how pleasant it was, there were some things that were hard for Timmie to get used to, namely Kon’s spur-of-the-moment gestures of affection. They carpooled together to work more often than not, he brought her her morning cup of tea instead of her having to make it herself, and he was always…touching her. And being chivalrous, which Tim had thought no one but Bernard actually practiced in the 21st Century. Holding her hand as they walked, opening doors for her and pulling out her chair had been easy to get used to, but the intense, deep kisses he gave her as hello or a goodbye, and the little gifts he left for her every so often…
It left Timmie feeling like she was being courted, and…while romantic, she still wasn’t sure how to feel about that. She’d come to accept the fact that she couldn’t seem to keep her lips off of his, but the fact that he reciprocated – more than reciprocated – always left her feeling a little off-kilter.
Timmie hadn’t felt that dizzy rush of attraction since Bernard. And a part of her felt guilty for feeling it again, while another part scolded herself for being a romantic martyr. Bernard wouldn’t want her to be alone forever, she knew that.
And while Tim didn’t believe that Robin needed a father to grow up right…she thought that maybe she needed, if not a husband, at least a lover, who could be more than a romantic interest; an actual life partner. Someone to stand by her side and be there for her – and Robin.
And Kon…Kon seemed to fit the bill.
In more ways than one.

***
February 14th
***
If Timothea Drake had actually bothered to pay attention to the date as more than a number, she might have been expecting Kon to show up at work with flowers. As it was, it came as a complete surprise to come to the office, drop Robin off at daycare, work for a few hours, and have Kon show up at half past ten with her usual cup of tea.
Only with a bouquet of roses in addition to her drink.
“Uh…” Tim found herself at a loss for words as Kon gently placed the overly large bunch of flowers in her hands. Reflexively, she put her nose to them and sniffed, inhaling their intoxicating scent. She felt something tight loosen inside her and smiled. “They’re beautiful,” Timmie breathed, looking at the bouquet of roses in full bloom. They were a soft yellow, shading into orange, with pink edges radiating out from the center of the petals, giving them an almost sunburst effect.
Kon grinned as he watched. “They’re called Surprise Roses.”
“They certainly are…a surprise,” she said, unwillingly blushing. She hadn’t received flowers in…well, since Bernard.
She still had that scraggly bunch of daisies pressed in her scrapbook.
“Not much of one,” Kon said wryly.
She turned uncomprehending eyes on him.
Kon cocked an eyebrow at her. “It’s Valentine’s Day, Timmie.”
Tim blushed. “Oh.” She’d forgotten…but at least it explained that little episode last week. Robin had bought a little window box of purple pansies with her pocket money at the grocery store, and then proceeded to hide them in her room with a cutely stern, ‘Don’t peek!’ The ones that had mysteriously appeared at her place at the kitchen table that morning. They’d been watered a bit too much, but her daughter had obviously taken pains to keep the flowers healthy.
“I know you said honeysuckle was your favorite flower, but I couldn’t find any,” Kon said sheepishly. “And roses are pretty traditional.” And he hadn’t wanted to bring up any bad – or sad – memories about Bernard.
“I like them,” Tim told him. “I’ve never seen roses like these before.” She softly stroked the sunset colored petals, a happy light shining in her blue eyes.
“You need to get out of the city more often, obviously,” Kon teased her.
“Like you?” she shot back with a small smile.
Kon’s breath caught in his throat. Was she…she was flirting with him. Just a little bit, but… “Yeah, like me. Back when I was still in school, I’d spend the whole summer on my grandparents’ farm. Ma’s roses are even prettier than these. I still try and get out there every so often.”
“It’s a nice place,” Timmie replied softly, laying the bouquet gently down on her desk and moving ever-so-slightly closer to him. When Kon’s hand crept around her waist to rest on the small of her back, she quickly drew in a breath, and pulled back against his grip, seeming to have trouble deciding whether she should pull out of his half-embrace.
“Don’t go, Timmie,” Kon pleaded. Don’t run away from me again…please.
Timmie stared at him for a long moment, nibbling on her lower lip. “I don’t…I don’t know,” she said finally, seemingly only needing a reason to be convinced.
“Maybe…if we take things slow?” Kon suggested, hope shining in his eyes as he inched nearer to her. Please.
“Slow is…good,” Timmie agreed, gaze drifting away from his eyes to rest on his lips.
Kon could take a hint. “Good,” he repeated, before pressing their lips together.
It was. Very good.

***
Despite their best intentions – or maybe because of them – Tim and Kon’s relationship was like a snowball rolling down a hill; it picked up momentum the longer it went on. Barely a month after they officially started dating, they had sex for the first time.
Not without some problems, of course.
They were half-undressed on the couch in Tim’s living room; the self-same couch that Kon had slept on that week in November when he was taking care of Tim while she was sick. It was a lot more comfortable to make out on than to sleep on. But anything more than that…
Timmie felt as if she couldn’t breathe; Kon kissed like he was trying to become one with her, deep and slow and selfishly, tongue stroking over her teeth and the inside of her mouth, reckless and exploratory and curious, as warm and safe as Kon himself.
And when Kon pulled back from her, Timmie found herself leaning after him, not wanting the kisses to ever end.
“Timmie…I…” Kon licked his lips, and she found herself following the path his tongue had taken with her eyes, and then her fingers, and finally her own lips.
When Kon wrenched himself away from her the next time, he was panting hard, and holding Tim’s wrists so she couldn’t come after him. “Tim, I can’t…”
Perplexed, Tim asked, “Can’t what?” Her heart pounded as she thought, Can’t…be with me? Am I…not enough for him anymore?
“I can’t…hold back anymore,” Kon told her, eyes dark with restrained passion. “You’re so…I want you so much, I need you so much, and… God, Timmie, I want you.” Before Timmie could even start to comprehend what he was saying, Kon continued, “And I know I sound like such a shit, but…I don’t think I can stop myself if I don’t now, and you…”
Blushing as she realized what Kon was talking about, Tim stuttered, “Um…I…I… Kon…” She’d loved Bernard with all of her heart. But with the birth of Robin, her heart had grown, and now, she realized, so had her feelings for Kon.
She…she thought she was starting to love him, too. Not more or better than she had Bernard, but…different, and just as much and in as many ways. And Kon…she wanted Kon, too. “Oh, God, Kon, I…I want you, too,” Timmie admitted. “And I’m so tired of waiting, so tired of denying myself. Denying myself…happiness.” She swallowed hard, fighting an upswell of emotion as she thought back on the long, lonely years she’d spent since Robin was born.
“You don’t have to deny yourself anything,” Kon breathed, tipping her chin up so he could look into her eyes. “I want to give you…everything, Timmie. Everything I can.”
She looked up at him, eyes bright with yearning. “I want everything,” she told him. “Everything…with you.”
Kon’s intake of breath was loud in the still room. “Everything?” he asked. “You want…do you want this?” Kon asked, pressing his hips against hers so that his interest would speak for itself.
Tim felt her legs splay open just a bit at Kon’s touch, wanting, wanting… “I, um… Are you sure?” she stuttered. Tim shivered as Kon pulled back a bit and stroked a calming hand up her back inside her opened blouse, coming to rest on the strap of her bra.
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Kon asked, trying for a light, amused tone.
Tim blushed and ducked her head, fiddling with the buttons on Kon’s shirt. “I meant on the couch. Robin could get up for a glass of water and…”
The perils of dating someone with a young child. But it wasn’t as if they could have gone to Kon’s apartment, not and leave Robin alone. And Kon…well, he was willing to let Tim use her daughter as an excuse, if she felt she needed an out.
“I didn’t know if you want to go that far,” Kon said. At Tim’s look, he clarified, “Um, I meant to, y’know, sharing a bed.” For some people, sharing their personal space was more intimate than…sharing their personal space. It always had been for him. But Timmie just…fit so well into every place in his life.
“Well, I…I…” Tim blew out a breath of aggravation and, setting her jaw, said in a rush, “I do want to.” She bit her lip, then asked, “Come to bed with me?”
Looking down at those hopeful, yet apprehensive, eyes, Kon could only say, “Yeah.”

***
The walk down the hall was only mildly awkward, in part because Tim’s thoughts were a whirl; she couldn’t concentrate on anything like worry when she was so…euphoric. And in part because Kon’s fingers were twined with her own. That simply overwhelmed any amount of nervousness she could have felt.
Once they reached the bedroom, Tim closed the door behind them, leaning against it and watching him almost warily. Kon smiled, pulling her into his arms, and tilted her chin up so he could kiss her again. Slow and deep, sinking into her like sunshine or rain; something natural and so right that her skin just drank him in.
Like she wanted to; just devour him so he’d always be a part of her.
He tugged her down with him to the bed, Tim straddling Kon’s spread legs without a second thought, pressing up against him. When Kon finally pulled back, separating from the kiss, her face was flushed and her lips were bruised and aching from his touch. For his touch.
A blush stole over her cheeks under his stare, and he chuckled and nuzzled against her neck. “How ‘bout we get under the covers?” he suggested.
Tim swallowed hard, and nodded. She had no real idea what she was doing; Bernard had been her only lover, but she knew Kon must have had several women in his life before her. “I n-need to take off my shoes,” she stuttered, and mentally cursed herself for saying something so inane. She also berated herself for not having taken her shoes off back in the living room, as Kon had.
“Socks, too,” Kon agreed in a rough voice, his hands palming her waist through her blouse. Tim could feel his heat through the thin cloth, and she thought that maybe she wasn’t the only one whose mind had been sex-befuddled.
After another few kisses, Kon gently shifted away from her, reluctance etched in his every feature at the move. He gave her a long, heated look, and she ducked her head with a blush. Kon then started to untuck the comforter and sheets, and as he moved to shove the pillows out of the way, Tim roused herself from her reverie. It was almost surreal, watching Kon unmake her bed, but she needed to get her shoes off.
And her socks.
And then…and then…
And then.

***
Kon watched from underneath his eyelashes as Tim toed off her loafers and then tugged off her socks, stuffing them neatly into the toes of her shoes. His interest rose as she fiddled hesitantly with the button and zipper on her jeans, before finally undoing the one and lowering the other. Her opened, untucked shirt hid her foray into nakedness, and when she around to face him, Kon didn’t let her descend back into nervousness, instead taking her into his arms again.
If there was one thing he’d perfected in his life, it was his ability to kiss women senseless. He thought it was only fair; Timmie was the latest and best in a long line of women who seemed to measure their femininity on a scale of being completely able to confuse men’s minds, more specifically his.
Tim confused him more than anyone, and he loved it. He loved the fact that she was normally so predictable, but sometimes she wasn’t. Kon wanted to show her how much he loved that about her, to pleasure her until she stopped worrying about doing something wrong, and just let herself feel.
First times were never perfect, but Kon was going to do his best to ensure that Tim wouldn’t know the difference.
He quickly disposed of her shirt, flinging it to the floor in a crumple of aqua-colored linen. More kisses distracted Timmie as he slid her jeans down off her slender legs, leaving her in just her underwear. All that smooth golden skin on display – for him.
And only him.
It took a moment for Tim’s eyes to open and see how exposed she was, but in that one unguarded instant, Kon saw how utterly gorgeous she could be when she let herself go.
And Kon became determined to see Timmie like that as often as possible.
Kon didn’t sense any fear in her – or he would have stopped, no questions asked – but uncertainty and nervousness radiated off of Tim in waves. From what little Tim had told him, she was pretty much virginal. But he was so used to seeing her as that take-charge career woman that her shyness was almost…cute. They’d made out more than a few times, getting progressively farther along towards third base from second, but nakedness was new. He knew it would undoubtedly be easier for her if they were on more equal footing, so he tugged his black T-shirt out of his khakis and pulled it off. He twirled it around over his head like a Chippendale dancer, surprising a bark of laughter from Tim, before slinging it away to join her blouse.
Kon knelt up on the bed to undo his pants, but was stopped by one slim, yet strong hand.
“Let me do that,” she said, and while her cheeks were red, her gaze was steady and determined.
“Okay,” Kon said, breathing heavy with anticipation.
She near about killed him with how slow she took things, but by the time she’d divested him of his pants and he was sitting there trembling in just his black boxer briefs, Kon was revising his estimate of how nervous Tim was. Her anxiety was clear, but just like in tense board meetings where her courage under fire was legendary, here, in the bedroom, she wasn’t letting anything get in the way of what she wanted.
And what Timothea Drake wanted, was to see him, Kon L. Kent, naked.
He could so go with that.
Only now that she’d gotten him mostly naked, Tim seemed hesitant to go any farther. Her hand was toying with the waistband of his underwear, but not actually moving it lower, and she was looking at a fold in the sheets a few inches away from his right thigh.
Taking her hand in his own, Kon proceeded to remove his underwear, freeing his hard cock from its cloth prison. He saw Tim cast a glance below his waist before turning her blushing back on his face, free hand curled almost protectively across her midriff.
“You okay?” he asked, shifting so that their hips touched, only a thin layer of cotton separating them. They could still stop; hell, he’d stop whenever she asked.
Though it would be easier before he got any hotter than he already was.
Timmie let out a shaky, shuddery sigh. “Yeah. I… Kon.” And then she kissed him, fast and hard, before turning her eyes down – though not away – and blushing, yet again.
Kon still wasn’t sure she was sure, though. “We going too fast?”
Timmie shook her head, and finally looked straight at him. “No, this is…” She splayed a hand across his chest, her thumb inches away from his nipple. “This is…good. I just…I don’t know what to do.” At that, she didn’t blush, but she looked more uncomfortable than she had all night.
“You think I do?” Kon asked, and at her miffed look, added, “Everyone’s different, Timmie. And you’re…very different from everyone I’ve ever known.” He’d know plenty of women who could completely confuse him, but only ever on purpose. Timothea Drake could tie him up in knots without even trying. She spent a lot more time in charge of things than most of his girlfriends, but she also had no problem letting him take the lead.
And she could be bitchier than anyone he’d ever met, but she also had a sweeter smile than any he’d ever seen.
Apparently, either his words or his actions had communicated his sincerity to Timmie, because her miffed expression softened – back into uncertainty, unfortunately. So sliding his hands up her arms to her shoulders, Kon coaxed her close and into another worry-melting kiss. Once she had gone from board-stiff to purring compliance in his arms, he tugged off her underwear, revealing a soft thatch of black curls beneath her bellybutton. Tim blushed under his regard, and kicked them to the floor, purposefully spreading her legs so he could look. Her bra, a simple cotton garment that matched her plain white panties, took a little longer to remove, as Kon was trying to simultaneously kiss her and unhook the catches in the back.
He pushed Timmie gently onto her back – making sure her head was cushioned on the pillows – and trailed kisses down from her mouth, past her pert breasts. He swirled his tongue around her left nipple, noting with some surprise that they were a dusky purple color, and not any shade of pink he’d ever seen before on a woman.
Tim just kept surprising him.
He watched those baby blue eyes dilate until they were almost solid onyx, heard the breath freeze in her throat, saw the way she shuddered and pressed tighter to him, and moaned in pure pleasure as he held her back.
“God, Kon, please…I…” Tim sounded so helpless…helpless to the pleasure he’d only barely started to give her. And helpless, in her relative inexperience, to know what to do with it.
Her shocked gurgle of a moan at his oral ministrations was yet another pleasant surprise, deep and husky, and sounding like pure sex. And the way she writhed underneath him, completely without artifice, yet so very erotic…
Kon was in heaven. And Timmie was his goddess.
He planned to worship her for as long as she’d let him. Hopefully, the rest of his life.

***
Tim gasped as Kon stroked the curve of her breast, his other hand delving into her navel, sending shocks up her spine. Then his mouth joined his upper hand, and her breath caught in her throat. It wasn’t severely arousing, but the wet warmth of his mouth felt good…really good. He treated the other breast to the same sensations and Tim felt pleasure humming through her veins, spreading from her shoulders to her chest and on down.
Her eyes fell closed, not wanting sight to intrude upon touch. Sexual pleasure, to Tim, had always felt hot and sharp, like a bolt of lightning striking inside of her. Kon’s soft touches were just that: soft. And warm, like the sunshine of his kisses, not the scorching flow of lava she was used to.
Then one of his hands strayed between her legs, stroking through her pubic hair to find the nub of her desire, and Tim revised her estimate; that felt intense. He was rubbing her clit directly, which she never did because it was too much for her, but he was being gentle enough that she just wanted more. It was the simpler touches that were soft; anything overtly sexual felt…sexual.
Sharply sexual, like the scrape of Kon’s teeth on her nipples, or the scratch of his fingernails across her hips and the crease of her thighs. His hands…Kon’s hands felt so big and warm against her skin, sending little shocks of pleasure wherever he touched. Tim found herself unconsciously arching towards him like a cat, wanting to be petted.
She almost felt like she was in heat, she wanted him so badly.
Kon’s mouth moved lower in its caresses, ending at her bellybutton. At her intake of breath, his tongue joined the act, stroking wetly across Timmie’s most private places, causing her thighs to clench spasmodically around his shoulders. There was a part of her mind that told her she was a good girl from a respectable family and she shouldn’t be letting him do anything so naughty. But it felt…she didn’t know how to describe it, only that it felt good, and she wanted more.
Fuck respectability. She wanted the naughtiness.
Kon’s movements were slow and languid, like he was trying to please her by learning what she liked best. When he paused for a moment, Tim moaned, not wanting him to stop. She tried to feel mortified by the fact that her left hand moved, seemingly of its own accord, to push his head back down. His chuckle and renewing of his activities with passionate fervor quickly quashed that, however; she felt too much pleasure to feel anything else.
Kon swirled his tongue around her clitoris, and then sucked gently on it, and Tim thought that she might scream from the sharp, sudden sensation. It was so good, but it wasn’t enough. It was one thing for Kon to be gentle, or for them to go slow, but Kon was being a torturing tease.
Then Kon’s tongue dipped inside her, running up and down…up…and down…up…and…down…
And Tim stopped caring about how fast or slow Kon was going. She was shaking with her want, toes curling, hands fisting in the sheets. In fact, she couldn’t even tell what speed he was moving at, because he was finally, finally…
She twisted up into his touch and bit her lip on a scream. She was finally there. It had been so long since Timmie had actually had an orgasm caused by another person that she’d almost forgotten how much more intense it could feel. But as she lay there panting, trying to catch her breath and not succeeding, Tim vividly remembered.
As if she could forget what with that smug, self-satisfied smile Kon was wearing, lips wet with her own juices. Eyeing him through lowered lids, Timmie decided that he deserved to feel smug; their first time in bed and he’d made her feel like…
Like they’d been making love forever.
Pushing that thought down, not wanting to dwell on it, Tim shivered as the cool air of the room caused goosebumps to spread across her naked flesh, especially on the damp trails Kon’s mouth had left behind on her breasts. The warm, post-orgasmic glow settled low in her belly and after swiping her sweaty hair out of her face, Timmie pushed herself up into a sitting position. She came face to face with Kon, and blushed at his wide, dilated eyes; the pupils were blown, and it was obviously from having watched her, having watched her come, and…
Timmie had never really been able to ‘get’ that multiple orgasm thing, but curls of arousal were surging up inside of her again, and she thought that maybe it might happen sooner that time than any other. But first…
Tim leaned forward, eyes falling closed as their lips met. She recognized the tangy, salty taste on Kon’s lips as herself from past experience. Just the thought that Kon had gone down on her sent a bolt of lust zinging back and forth up and down her spine. Then she licked the moan right out of his throat and swallowed one of her own.
He’d made her feel so good, and she wanted to return the…it wasn’t a favor, but she wanted to make him feel like that.
If she could. She wouldn’t know unless she tried.
Tim started out with her hands on Kon’s chest, wondering if his nipples were any more sensitive than her hers. From his heavy breathing as she thumbed the cinnamon brown peaks, she didn’t think they were, much, but he obviously liked her touch anyway. She trailed her hands his body, hesitating as she came nearer and nearer to No Woman’s Land, then…she took Kon’s cock in her hand and brushed her thumb over the slick head, breath catching as she watched him respond to her touch. His eyes fell closed, his breath started to come faster, and his hips rolled up with each stroke of her hand. He felt so slick in her hand, so good as she twisted her fingers around his shaft and listened to him moan.
Kon actually started to get loud enough that Tim was worried Robin would wake up. Or at least, that was the excuse she gave herself for kissing him again, while her other hand started rubbing behind his balls, remembering something that said it would feel good to him. Kon moaned and writhed against her, mumbling soft curses and imprecations against her lips.
Tim had almost no idea what she was doing. The time she’d gotten pregnant had only been the twelfth time she and Bernard had had sexual contact of any kind. Her explorations with her late fiancé had been mostly trial and error, them two blushing kids who were too embarrassed to actually talk about what they were doing while they were doing it, beyond, ‘Do you wanna?’
Now, though, with the benefit of maturity bolstering her confidence, Tim knew how to talk. Even if she wasn’t any less embarrassed, or any more comfortable. “What do you want?” she asked Kon softly. At his wide-eyed look, she clarified, “To do. What do you want me to do…to you?” She’d also learned the art of timing, and deliberately delayed the last two words to heighten his reaction.
Kon licked his lips, fever-bright eyes focused on hers. “I…I want… H-harder,” he panted. “D-do it harder.” He groaned, hips twisting up pleading as he tried to get more of her touch.
Her grip reflexively tightening at his words, Tim was gratified to hear his pleasured whimpers. Bernard had been almost eerily quiet, but with Kon she knew she was doing something right. Not that she hadn’t before, it just…
It was different with Kon. Not…not worse or better, just different.
Good different.
And with one final twist of her wrist, Kon gave a high, choked whimper, and spilled over her hand in long, lazy jets. The slick warmth caused a flush to heat up Timmie’s cheeks and the expression of almost painful ecstasy on Kon’s face caused something to tighten inside her, releasing something previously fettered and hidden in her soul.
She thought it was love.
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Cradle Of Love