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Cradle Of Love	By : Amarin Category: DC Verse Comics > Teen Titans Views: 2376 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Settling In

There wasn’t anything wrong with the moderate pace Tim and Kon’s relationship had assumed, but the Fates conspired against them. When Kon came in to work at six on the last Saturday morning in March to finish up some paperwork, he was surprised to find his boss in her office. Timmie tried to work as few Saturdays possible, so as to spend more time with Robin, and she’d already worked one that month.
When Kon peaked inside the door, he got a second shock: Robin was asleep on the couch in the corner, wearing her pink footy pajamas and wrapped up in her ballerina sleeping bag, her stuffed cat clutched in her arms, and her real cat snuggled against her feet.
“Uh…Tim?” Kon whispered, not wanting to disturb the sleepers.
Tim’s head shot up, and she didn’t blush, but she did look more than a bit uncomfortable. “Hey, Kon.”
Carefully closing the door with as little noise as possible, Kon crept across the room to stand next to his girlfriend. He noticed the suitcases piled behind her desk, and became even more confused. “What’s going on?” He hoped Tim wasn’t going on a business trip or something; he’d miss her. And Robin.
But, considering the amount of luggage, maybe she was going to ask if Robin could stay with him while she went out of town…
“The heat went out last night,” Tim said, keeping her voice hushed. “And when I got up to check it, I found that the electricity was out. All over the block.”
“Really?” Kon asked, surprised. So I don’t need to get my place kid-proofed.
“Apparently there was an ice storm during the night.” Tim’s lips twisted in a wry frown. “Five hours of freezing rain on top of ten inches of drifted snow, and now everything’s a virtual winter wonderland. I called the electric company, but so many power lines went down that they say it’s going to take a week or more before things are fixed everywhere. Since it was four in the morning, I decided that we could just camp out here for the day while I tried to find us a hotel.”
Kon was stunned; it had been colder than usual that Spring, but what she’d told him sounded much more serious than anything he’d heard. “Have you found one?” he asked, pulling up a chair to Tim’s desk.
Glaring at her computer screen, Tim said, “Not for less than two hundred and sixty-five dollars.”
“A week?” Kon asked, straddling the chair by her desk. “That’s not so bad.”
“A night,” Tim corrected, shoving her keyboard away from her and turning to face him. “And the hotel is in Metropolis.” Metropolis was in New York, on the other side of the state line from Gotham. In this winter weather, she’d have to commute almost two hours if they stayed there.
Kon blinked. “Have you tried the local Motel 6?” It was cheaper than she was probably used to, but actually not that bad. And Robin wouldn’t care one way or the other, he was sure.
“They’re full up,” Tim replied. “So are the La Quinta, the Marriott, the Hampton Inn and the Holiday Inn. The only vacancies in Gotham are at the Grande Hotel and the Ritz, and I’m not doling out a thousand dollars a night just for a place to sleep.”
“That many people were put out by the ice storm?” Kon asked incredulously, blushing when Tim shushed him, gesturing to Robin, who continued her imitation of a log.
“There’s also a Shriner’s convention in town,” Tim said with a roll of her eyes. “The few places that are cheaper, well, they wouldn’t take pets.” She gave him a pleading glance. “I was hoping Patches could stay with you for a few days.”
“That’s fine,” Kon agreed. He watched silently as Tim flipped through the open phone book and called more hotels, trying and failing to find a place for her and Robin to stay. An idea niggled at the edges of his mind, but he wasn’t sure Tim would be on board for it. Finally, though, he thought, Nothing ventured, nothing gained, and thought he might as well offer. “You know…you could stay with me.”
Tim had just been picking up phone again when he spoke, and she fumbled with it, placing it back in its cradle before turning to Kon. “You…what?”
Kon really hated putting that almost-but-not-really scared look on Tim’s face. He shrugged diffidently and his answer rambled out, “Well, I don’t have a spare bed, but my apartment still has heat, and there’s a couch. Plus, the armchair folds out.” He grinned disarmingly. “And you know I don’t have a problem with pets.”
Timmie stared at him for a long moment, until Kon began to grow uncomfortable under her regard. At last, she said, “If you’re sure we won’t be too much trouble…”
Kon immediately shook his head. “I wouldn’t mind at all.” Though he would have to get his apartment child-proofed, after all.
Sighing in relief, Tim smiled at him. “Then…I would be very grateful to accept your kind offer.”
Smiling tentatively back, Kon wondered if Tim would ever be comfortable enough around to quit falling back on formality when she was unsure of herself.
He hoped so.

***
Robin was ecstatic to find that she and her mother – and Patches, of course – would be having a ‘sleepover’ with Kon, so much so that they all three left work early. They picked up Chinese takeout on their way ‘home,’ and arrived at Kon’s apartment around five. The doorway opened into a large living room, patio doors showing a view of the city from the left, the kitchen tucked back on the right side behind a counter; a short hallway on the opposite of the room branched off to the right and left
Immediately spying Lucky and Lacey, Kon’s cats, Robin and Patches went to investigate them. Tim set their luggage down next to the overstuffed sofa and tried to keep her mouth from watering at the appetizing scents coming from the Wong Fu cartons. It wasn’t that hard; her hunger was battling anxiety at living with Kon for the next few days.
Neither one appeared to be winning – yet.
Meanwhile, Kon noticed the answering machine light blinking, and pressed the button to receive his messages.
Hello, this is Kon’s microwave, his old friend Roxy’s cheery voice boomed from the machine. She’d recorded the message back when they were still in college together, her in the sister sorority to his fraternity. They’d bonded over their family issues: she lived in Hawaii, CalTech having been as close as she could get to her widowed father who couldn’t manage to wash his socks without help; he’d gone to college to get away from his. His answering machine just eloped with his stereo, so I’m stuck taking his calls. If you’d like anything heated up while you leave your message, just hold it up to the phone. Oh, and leave a message at the grill.
Kon heard a feminine, yet not delicate snort and turned to find Timmie watching him with amusement. He grinned comically.
“Hey, man!” came Bart’s voice as the first message started. It was from right after he’d come back from Smallville, and he hadn’t gotten around to actually deleting it. “I would have thought you’d have changed that message; you’ve had it what, six years? Anyway, you so owe me for schlepping halfway across town to your apartment the day after Christmas. All that traffic… And that other little errand? You owe me double for that. But, since I am a great friend, I did it anyway. I fed your cats, I watered your plants, and I stole your Victoria’s Secret catalogue. Oh, I also bought you some milk and restocked your coffee. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, dude!” There was the sound of a frog croaking out Jingle Bells; Bart had put on his favorite Christmas decoration to serenade him.
Now unable to hold back her giggles, Timmie’s laughter rose above the soft beep from the answering machine as the next message rolled around.
“Why don’t you get Robin settled?” Kon suggested, only half-listening to the Verizon rep offering him a new long distance plan. “Bathroom’s on the right, along with my bedroom. The fold-out chair’s in the other room on the left. I’ll heat up the food and meet you in the kitchen.”
Tim nodded and headed towards the sound of purrs and giggles, quickening her pace as she heard a growl. Robin kept forgetting that cats didn’t like it when their fur was stroked the wrong way.
A few scratches had taught her not to pull on Patches’ tail. Hopefully she wouldn’t need an object lesson in any other area of cat-care.

***
Meanwhile, Kon tossed his keys in the basket by the door and grabbed the plastic bags full of red and white cartons. Wong Fu’s was the only Chinese place in all of Gotham that actually used the cardboard containers, instead of Styrofoam boxes. Kon appreciated that, because he didn’t have to put everything onto plates to microwave it.
But maybe Timmie didn’t like eating out of the cartons… Kon frowned, punched in the appropriate time on the microwave and waited for the clock to count down. Tim didn’t seem like the kind of woman who cared about sitting down to dinner every night at a table with a tablecloth and candles and actual silverware, but just because she didn’t demand fancy dining didn’t mean she wouldn’t like to use a plate.
Kon spent the next ten minutes shuttling back and forth between his pantry, to look for the picnic stuff he’d thought everyone had, and the microwave to change out which cartons of food he was heating up. Once he’d finally track down some paper plates (in dusty plastic packaging, and how could they have gotten dusty when he’d only lived in that apartment for five months?) and gotten them and some forks set out on the kitchen counter along with the now slightly-steaming food, Kon realized that Tim was nowhere in sight.
And neither was Robin. What were they up to?
Time to investigate.
When Kon found the two of them, Timmie was apparently giving Robin lessons in belly-rubbing, and Lacey was reaping the benefits. Lucky was across the room, fur bristled across his back, vigorously washing a paw, and angrily eyeing Patches, who was cavorting with an old catnip mouse, pretending to ‘kill’ it.
Lucky was the angrier of Kon’s two cats. His name was reminiscent of the all the fights he used to get into with Lacey – one of which had resulted in his ear being partially chewed off, a la Mike Tyson – before she’d laid down the feline law and kicked his tail.
Kon had originally named them Butch and Sundance, but it quickly became obvious that Lucky wasn’t butch, and Lacey liked to shred things: clothes, blankets, furniture, curtains, Lucky…people. It was the reason Kon had had her declawed. It was also the reason Kon had thought of renaming ‘Butch’ Cagney, before remembering that Cagney was a woman.
At the mention of the female of the species, Kon tapped Tim on the shoulder, startling her into looking straight up into his eyes. “Dinner’s ready,” he said at her questioning look.
Robin looked up at him with her big green eyes. “Fer tha kitties, too?” she said, ignoring Lacey’s disgruntled growl as the girl stopped rubbing her belly.
“Um, sure,” Kon said. He didn’t actually ‘feed’ his cats, just filled up their food and water dishes every other day or so. But he supposed he could top them off before the three of them ate.
He’d have to show the dishes to Patches, anyway. Among other things… He hoped that Tim had managed to get the kitten litterbox-trained in the two months they’d had her.
Kon had a sinking feeling the answer would be in the negative.

***
Dinner was quickly eaten, Robin and Kon fighting over the wontons and Tim eating almost all of the pot stickers. Lacey, in a tremendous feat of agility, leapt over the table and stole a piece of sweet and sour chicken right out from between Kon’s chopsticks.
Robin’s giggles and the smile Tim couldn’t hide in a mouthful of fried rice made it worth it to lose part of his meal.
“I like your house,” Robin said as they were cleaning up. Kon was holding her up to the kitchen sink so she could wash her hands, and she was watching as Lacey washed her own face with her paws. “An’ I like your cats.” Robin giggled as Patches tried to catch Lucky’s tail; the older male kept swishing it out of the younger kitten’s way with tolerant amusement.
Kon grinned. “I’m glad.” Especially since she and her mother would be staying with him for, at least, probably a week.
“C’n I play with the kitties?” she asked as she dried her hands on the proffered kitchen towel. “Patches keeps hiding from me, and I look and look for her, but she’s too good at it, and I never find her, and hide ‘n seek ain’t no fun no more.” She pouted prettily up at Kon. “Pwease?”
Tim knew that it was because Patches was still a kitten that she couldn’t hold still long enough to ‘play,’ but she wasn’t about to inform her daughter that cats couldn’t play hide and seek.
“Sure,” Kon said, then, remembering his own days of being a kid with the barn cats and how he’d tried their patience more than once by pulling their tails and such, he added, “Just, um, make sure you be gentle with them. They’re tough, but they can be mean.” He’d gotten more than a few scratches by no abiding by those rules; Lucky still had claws, after all, and they both had teeth.
“Okay,” Robin said, squirming out of Kon’s hold and running off to the living room.
“But after that, it’s bedtime,” Tim called after her.
Robin skidded to a halt in the doorway and turned back to face her mother. “Aw, Mama, do I hafta?” she whined. The strident sound of her voice would have normally made Kon wince, but he’d grown accustomed to his girlfriend’s daughter, and he merely found it cute.
Wow, Kon thought. He really had it bad.
“Sleepovers don’t really start until everyone is asleep,” Tim told her, and though Robin pouted, she sighed in acceptance before finishing her scamper to find Lucky and Patches.
Once they were alone in the kitchen, Kon turned to Tim. An awkward air had descended over the two, and Kon wondered about it, even as his quick-thinking mind came up with several explanations. “Robin seems to be taking this okay,” he said, voicing what he thought might be chief among Timmie’s worries.
A quick flash of a smile before Tim’s gaze turned pensive again. “Yeah. It’s like a great adventure for her.”
“What’s bothering you?”
“I, um…” Tim stood there in the doorway, hands twisting and climbing over each other like a pair of fretful mice. She sighed and turned serious eyes to his. “The…sleeping arrangements.”
“Yeah?” Kon coaxed.
“I…I put Robin in the other room; she thinks the foldout chair is the coolest thing since peanut butter.” Tim quirked a shaky smile. “But, uh…I don’t think your couch is big enough to sleep on.”
“It isn’t as comfortable as the one at your house, either, but I can make do.” Kon wondered if she’d take him up on it, or if…
Well, he was hoping for that ‘if’ but he wouldn’t be too awfully surprised if she declined. Disappointed, sure, but not surprised. Just because they’d been having sex didn’t mean that he was, well, entitled to it.
“You–?” Tim stared at him, hands falling to her waist, eyes wide with confusion. “I, um…I was thinking that I’d sleep on the couch.”
But she’d just said… “But?”
“I, um, was wondering…if, maybe…uh…” Tim blushed and peeked out at him from underneath her eyelashes. “If maybe you would, um…”
Taking pity on Tim’s obvious reluctant to actually come out and ask, Kon said, “We could share my bed…if you want.”
The light in her eyes indicated that she did want. “I…would like that. Thanks, Kon.”
“You’re most definitely welcome,” Kon said with a grin. Then, unable to hold back anymore, reached out to tug her close. It felt like forever since he’d held her, or kissed her lips.
He only wished he could have forever to do both.

***
Later that evening, after Robin had had her bath – with her rubber ducky; Timmie had remembered everything – and been put to bed, with a story about growing up on the farm from Kon, Tim took a moment to rest on the couch. The whole day it had been just one thing after another. First it was the heat, and then trying to find a place to stay, and then things kept going wrong at work, and if it wasn’t work-work, it was the Union rep calling to talk to her for an hour so that she missed lunch, and then getting ‘home’ and dealing with Kon and his cats and Robin being hyper from not getting enough sleep the night before and missing her nap…
Tim really needed a breather. And since Kon was with Robin, she had a few much-needed moments to herself.
Tim lay her head back on the couch and just breathed, deep gulps through her nose and out through her mouth. She was just starting to becoming lulled into a semi-sleepy state when, suddenly, she had a cat in her lap. Timmie started, and blinked down as the animal calmly turned around three times and settled across her thighs as though he napped there all the time.
She; it was Lacey, Tim could tell by the fact that both of her ears were intact. Also, Lucky was darker in color. Tim shook her head and looked down again as Lacey yawned hugely and began to take a bath.
In her lap. The weight of the cat wasn’t much, but it was rather uncomfortable to have it settled on her thighs. Still, one did not shove a cat off their lap, especially not a cat as cantankerous as Lacey.
Lacey finally finished her bath and spent a little time sniffing her. Tim scraped her fingers down Lacey’s back and watched her furred skin shiver. Tim scratched between her ears and Lacey twisted her head at a seemingly impossible angle to aid her.
Timmie had heard from somewhere that petting a cat was a calming activity, and it certainly seemed to be having a dramatic effect on lowering her stress level. But, once again, by the time she was half-asleep, something happened to interrupt her doze. The light flipped on, startled her and Lacey both. The cat shook herself once, all over, and then jumped down from Tim’s lap, padding away and down the hall, while Kon entered the room.
Tim’s breathing had formerly been slow and steady, but at the sight of Kon, it started to speed up, more of a hare than a tortoise. Kon was standing in the nebulous area of the apartment, between the living room and the kitchen, wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer shorts that rode low on his hips, exposing both his bellybutton, and the beginnings of his pubic hair.
It was so very much not Tim’s fault that she had been conditioned to think such sights a precursor to sex, and thus find them a turn-on. Not at all, not no way, not no how.
Kon was amused as he noticed the focus of Tim’s dreamy gaze, and had to restrain himself from sucking in his nonexistent stomach and puffing out his chest. He’d learned the hard way that he only looked ridiculous when he did that, instead of emphasizing his masculinity.
“Um…hi,” Tim said, blushing when she noticed what she’d been doing.
Kon grinned softly. “Hi. You getting sleepy?” he asked, sitting on the couch beside her.
Tim felt herself nodding almost before she’d even thought, partially entranced by the sight of all that golden skin, and the feel of the heat of it. She was tired, and though she still felt the slow burn of arousal simmering low in her belly, really, she just wanted to sleep.
Maybe, if she woke up early enough… Tim quickly banished such thoughts, determined not to do anything else embarrassing in Kon’s sight, like blush for the third time in as many minutes. “Yeah, a little. Is Robin asleep?”
Kon snorted. “She let me tuck her into bed, but she wants a goodnight kiss from you first.”
“Oh, of course.” Tim rose from the couch, blinking through a wave of exhaustion that made her dizzy for a moment.
Kon watched her pad slowly towards the door and said, “After you do that, I think maybe you should get ready for bed, too.”
Tim twisted back to around to face Kon, her lips following suit wryly. “I think I’m capable of deciding my own bedtime, Kon.”
Kon just looked at her, a smile lurking around his lips as he glance pointedly towards her left arm – which was leaning against the wall, supporting her weight.
“And maybe it should be soon,” Tim conceded, a traitorous blush coloring her cheeks.
“Good.” Kon looked pleased – almost too pleased, and for a moment Tim wanted to slap that smirk off his face. “There’s a few things I need to take care of before we go to bed, so how about I meet you there?”
Tim stilled at his words, reminded suddenly of the fact that they were, for all intents and purpose, living together now. ‘Shacking up’ as Darla would have said. She and Kon were going to be sharing his bed for the next few weeks.
It was thrilling, but the anticipation was tempered with nervousness. That was pretty much what every new experience with Kon had been like, and so far Tim had counted all such experiences well worth it. “Yeah, I…okay,” Tim said, and then edged out of the door and headed down the hall towards Kon’s bedroom.
Their bedroom, for the foreseeable future.

***
In truth, Kon had absolutely nothing to ‘take care of’ before bed except his habitual nightly check of the locks, but he had a feeling Tim would appreciate some alone time before…well, before being not-alone.
Tim, for her part, appreciated the time alone. And didn’t. Because the longer she had to wait, curled under the simple white sheets and blue blanket on Kon’s bed, the longer she had for her anxiety to build. She and Kon had slept together before – as well as ‘slept’ together – but for some reason, the innocent artifice of that evening’s planned sharing of a bed – as well as the lack of sex beforehand – seemed to make it more…intimate.
Kon had been right, that first time, when he’d said that to some people, sharing a bed was too much. It wasn’t, for her, she just…didn’t know how to handle it.
Timmie was really starting to get worked up, when a cat joined her in bed. She gave a startled little gasp when the beige and brown animal just appeared on the side of the bed and yowled softly almost directly in her ear.
She blinked, and started to push the cat away reflexively, but the cat ignored her, coming to poke around her face with a slightly wet nose. In the dim light coming through the window, Tim saw the ragged ear and realized that it must be Lucky, and not Lacey.
“What are you doing here?” she asked quietly, not really expecting an answer.
Tim received only a disdainful ‘Mrrrr’ in reply.
Maybe Lucky usually slept with Kon, and since she was in his bed… Well, she – and Robin, and Patches – had already put Kon out; it would be mean to kick the cat out of his bed as well. As long as Lucky was willing to share.
Curling up next to her stomach, it appeared Lucky was being generous. He was warm and Timmie found her arms winding around him of their own accord. It had been a long time since she’d shared a bed with anyone, and even then it had only been on the occasional childhood sleepover with female friends.
She and Bernard had never gotten a chance to…
Tim firmly shoved those thoughts out of her mind and shifted the cat up higher, closer to her chest, curling toward the heat and the contact…toward the soft sound of breathing. She was nearly asleep when she felt the cat slip out of her grasp, and might have chased after him if Kon hadn’t chosen that moment to come to bed. He’d added a well-worn T-shirt to his ensemble, and when he slipped underneath the covers and cuddled her close to him, Tim found herself forgetting all about Lucky as she burrowed into Kon’s chest.
Kon was a lot warm than Lucky, and bigger, if not nearly as soft. But Timmie definitely liked sleeping with him. A lot.

***
When Timmie awoke the next morning to the sounds of breakfast-making in the kitchen, she found herself surrounded by two purring puddles of warmth. It took a few moments for her sleep-befuddled mind to work out that they were Lucky and Lacey, Kon’s cats. They had apparently decided, sometime during the night, to bunk with her.
Or maybe they both just slept with Kon each night, and had decided to take advantage of her presence now that Kon was gone.
Gone…making breakfast.
Tim reflexively pushed down her disappointment that her tentative thoughts of a little ‘morning delight’ had been derailed, and thought maybe she should give it a few more days of learning the routine of living with Kon before she tried anything.
Then, three things happened: the breakfast sounds paused for a moment, and then grew closer, the cats both perked up at this first and bounded out the door, and she noticed that the clock said it was only five minutes past six.
The breakfast sounds grew closer and were seemingly intercepted by the cats, since a chorus of mewling started up.
Through the door Tim heard the low rumble of Kon’s voice, though she couldn’t make out the words. Then the door opened and Kon bustled inside, albeit backwards, carrying…
…a breakfast tray? For two, apparently, going by the dual set of silverware and plates and steaming mugs.
There was also something suspiciously like an origami flower folded – badly folded – out of notebook paper stuck in a thin juice glass. Tim felt her heart melt as Kon kicked the door shut, scolding the cats for making so much noise and then turned around, jumping at the sight of her.
“You’re awake,” he said dumbly.
“So are you,” Tim returned, eyeing the tray in his hands with avid interest. The repast he’d prepared didn’t look like much – blueberry frozen waffles and sliced peaches – but he’d made it, for her, and…
God, if she wasn’t already falling in love with him, she knew she would be now.
“Well, you made me breakfast when I stayed over at your house…” Kon settled gingerly onto the bed next to her, scooching closer as she took the tray and set it on her lap.
Tim blushed, remembering that breakfast…and the kiss afterwards, and how she’d freaked out. “Thanks.”
“No problem,” Kon replied, picking up a fork and spearing a slice of peach. “Eat up. Robin’ll be awake soon and we’ll have to feed her.”
“We?” Tim teased as she took a bite out of the peach, eyes sparkling with amusement at Kon’s huff of indignation. “You’re unable to toast more Eggo waffles or slice more peaches?”
“No, of course not…” Kon said, and the look of panic on his face was almost comical. “I just meant that…um…that maybe we could do something…together… Um, make her breakfast, yeah! I…”
Tim laughed at his stuttered explanations. He wanted her to eat quickly so they could have ‘dessert.’ Which was absolutely fine with her; perfectly wonderful in fact.
Kon sputtered to a halt at that, sighed in relief and grinned at her.
She stuffed an entire waffle in Kon’s mouth to stifle whatever it was he was planning to say. “Eat now, talk later,” she remonstrated him. “And between those two, we can, um…” She blushed, unable to go through with actually spouting some sexual innuendo.
Kon’s grin widened, showing her a mouthful of blueberries and bread, and Tim made a moue of faux disgust. No matter that she met many polished, poised men in her line of work, she definitely preferred Kon’s cutely bumbling, occasionally inept, always kind, endearingly charming self.
She felt like she fit with him. And she was learning just how right that fit felt.

***
Living with Kon, Timmie was able to literally immerse herself in learning about him. She wasn’t entirely sure if that was a good thing, but she was becoming…comfortable…living in his apartment. Sleeping in his bed. Making love with him – quietly so as not to wake Robin – late at night and cuddling with him early in the morning.
Tim wasn’t entirely certain if that comfortableness was a good idea.
But she was enjoying it. She enjoyed how Kon would wake up at the crack of dawn – a legacy of farm living, he told her – and let her sleep in while he showered and then fixed breakfast. She enjoyed how some mornings he’d get Robin dressed while she showered and then she’d come out buttoning up her blouse or putting on her earrings to find the both of them camped out on the couch, laughing at Oscar the Grouch and Mister Snuffleupagus. By the time the Bert and Ernie sketch had ended and the TV was singing about which letter and/or number the show was sponsored by, it was time to leave for work.
Timmie enjoyed the change in their routine. She liked driving to work with the both of them, from a shared home, instead of having Kon come pick the both of them up. She enjoyed eating their lunch together, at her desk or sometimes Kon’s, which seemed to happen every, bar midday meetings that took her away.
Away from him, and that was the problem. Timmie was starting to think of her job as second to her time with Kon. But she’d already decided to put Robin first in her life, so that meant Kon would be second, and her job would be third, and…
Tim was worried about losing control of her life, because it seemed as if she already had. Kon hadn’t even crept under or over her defenses; he’d just walked through them like they weren’t even there and made himself at home in her heart.
And nothing had blown up, nothing had gone wrong…everything in her life was going right, better than ever. Tim had always been one to question good fortune. And with Kon in her life…things were about as good as they could get.

***
All good things had to come to an end, and after two weeks, the electricity was finally turned back on in Timmie’s house. She thought about stalling for a few days, not mentioning it, but she was drowning in Kon, and felt as if she needed to back off a bit.
A little space, to get her head around the idea that she was…developing feelings for him.
Oh, who was she kidding? She was falling head over heels for Conner ‘Kon’ Kent.
And it scared the living daylights out of her.

***
It didn’t scare Timmie enough to do something rash like break things off with Kon, say, “We should see other people,” or, “It isn’t you, it’s me.” She didn’t want to see anyone else – she just wanted to see less of Kon for a little while. And even if it was mainly her, she’d never admit it.
She didn’t have to. Kon seemed to understand without her having to say a word. And while at work he didn’t manage to retain a completely professional air with her like they had in the months before they started dating, he did manage to keep the gestures of affection to a minimum.
Tim appreciated that more than she could say; it enabled her to get her equilibrium back, and finally settle in to actually being with Kon.
Which, apparently, meant lots of sex.
Kon and Tim had learned a lot of things about each other in the short time she and Robin lived with him, including what each other liked in bed, but more than that, they learned the little things about people that one generally only learned from prolonged exposure.
Kon learned that Tim was Jewish; though not Orthodox, she could speak Hebrew. Tim learned that Kon could speak a handful of Klingon phrases, but preferred Deep Space Nine to The Next Generation. They both agreed that Robin’s favorite ‘guilty pleasure’ TV show of Tellytubbies was a bad excuse for programming, and shuddered whenever Jerry Fallwell was mentioned in conjunction with any type of moral opinion.
There was, however, only so much Cartoon Network two adults could take. It was quickly decided between them that Friends was insipid, Seinfeld was okay, but not worth one million dollars a season, and Wendy: The Werewolf Stalker going to become a cult classic along the lines of Rocky Horror Picture Show. And that the shows on Nickelodeon were pretty cool, especially Alf, Happy Days, I Love Lucy, and anything else that proved they were geeks over retro television. Though Robin insisted that they used the word ‘nerd’ as Dr. Seuss had invented it, and anyway, her ‘Uncle’ Bart had told her geeks were what they used to call the people in the circuses that bit the heads off chickens, and that was just mean. And also gross.
It went without saying that they were never allowing Robin to eat half a box of mint chocolate Girl Scout cookies at once ever again. And no matter how much she begged, she wasn’t getting anymore of Kon’s root beer.
Kon could cheerfully drink Barq’s all day long – except when he was feeling mellow, when he drank beer. Tim’s favorite beverage was a toss-up between either cream soda or a brand of orange spice tea that she bought from a little out of the way shop on the West End of Gotham.
They both liked Chinese food, and loved Italian, and agreed that Robin liked pizza much more than even a devoted New Yorker could countenance. Pepperoni, however, was the Food of the Gods, and soundly trumped every other pizza topping there ever had been, including Italian sausage, bacon, or mushrooms.
Four cheeses was still a close second.
And they’d come to a blushing concordance that better than sex chocolate cake, while absolutely scrumptious…really didn’t live up to its name. Or so Tim thought. She really didn’t know what was happening to her. It wasn’t that she wanted to have sex with Kon all the time – although she found herself thinking about it so often that that was what it seemed like – it was just that she wanted to touch him. To be near him. To snuggle with him, cuddle with him – was there a difference between the two? – to hold his hand, to hug him, to kiss him…
And then things would just snowball from there. She’d never been that touchy-feely in her life. Her parents had not been overly demonstrative people, and while she hugged and kissed Robin all the time, these romantic clenches were definitely new.
It almost disturbed her, how right it felt to be with Kon. To belong with him.
And to start doing things for him that she’d never thought of doing before. Not sex-things, or even touch-things, but…romantic things.
She started wearing nail polish more often because he seemed to like the way it looked on her. She wore her hair down more for the same reason. She wore less make-up because he liked to kiss her face so much, and he didn’t like the taste.
And she started picking out her clothes each day with him in mind. She didn’t do everything for him, but if she had a choice between what she thought he might like, and her own indifferent opinion…why not?
Which was how she found herself showing up to work on the day of an important meeting wearing a tight-fitting Chinese-style black silk dress, cherry blossoms stitched on in gold thread. It had a high collar, and buttoned up the front, and her hair was twisted up in match black-lacquered gold-tasseled chopsticks.
The dress was tighter than she remembered it being, and Tim felt embarrassed at exactly how that tightness showed off her every curve, but Kon’s reaction when he came in with her morning cup of tea was so worth it. The files he held in his other hand fell onto her desk in a cascade of beige folders and white printed paper. Her cup of tea would have joined them if not for her quick reflexes.
Reflexes which pulled the bodice of her dress even tighter across her chest, and caused Kon to started breathing heavy.
Tim hide a smirk, sipped at her tea with feigned nonchalance, and waited for Kon’s bug-eyed look to melt away and his mouth to actually let out words instead of strangled noises of appreciation.
“God, Timmie, you look…edible,” Kon finally said on a groan. His eyes were practically swallowing her whole and Tim knew that the edibility thing wasn’t just a metaphor.
Tim felt herself flush all over, an ache forming between her legs, setting her cup with a clatter on her desk. She hadn’t expected that Kon would like her dress that much. Or that she’d liked his appreciation so much, ether. She threw a glance at the clock, and said regretfully, “We don’t have time.” Twenty minutes before she had to leave for her meeting, and she knew it would take at least half that long to get herself looking presentable again after what Kon would do to her in the course of their lovemaking.
Kon cleared his throat, pulling his shirt collar away from his neck as he looked away. “I wasn’t suggesting…”
“But you were thinking about it,” Tim stated. Kon would never push her, manipulate her; hell, he rarely ever asked her for anything sexual unless they were already (mostly) naked.
Sometimes Tim wanted him to. Wanted him to show her that he wanted her, even though she knew that he did with a visceral certainty that went beyond emotion into the physical. Timmie had never thought that she’d be the kind of girl to accept actions over words in that way, but then, she wasn’t a girl anymore; she was a woman.
She watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, hard, and then he said, “Yeah.”
“Okay,” Tim said, and pressed against Kon’s chest, pushing him towards the nearby chair.
“Okay?” Kon squeaked. “Um. What…”
Tim grinned. “What do you think?” she asked with a sassy grin. Her bravado was about as real as it was feigned; she didn’t really feel that confident in herself, but she knew Kon would like it, so it wasn’t exactly fake…
“I think… I think…” Kon gulped, then grinned shakily as her nimble fingers undid his belt, lowering the zipper on his pants. “I think that I’m not going to be thinking for much longer.”
Grin widening, Tim opened Kon’s pants, tugging his boxer-briefs down until they were below his scrotum. Kon lifted up, helping her move the unnecessary clothing out of the way. Then she curved her palm under his heavy sac, rolling the balls in his hand while continuing she started to press soft, wet kisses along the shaft of Kon’s cock.
The needy noise that came in response to her ministrations was almost a growl, and Tim’s eyes flashed as she realized the power Kon let her have over him. She drew her hand back and pushed Kon’s legs open wider, leaning forward on her knees to start pleasuring Kon.
It was the first time Tim had actually given Kon a blowjob as opposed to just sucking and licking on him a bit while jacking him off, but considering how often – and how well – Kon went down on her, she thought it was high time she got around to it. She’d done it for Bernard once or twice; in fact, she’d done it the same day she’d gotten pregnant with Robin.
And for the first time, the bittersweet pang of memories had more sweet than bitter mixed in.
Which was good, because otherwise she would have been frozen with her mouth millimeters away from Kon’s cock, leaving the poor boy frustrated as all hell.
Well, that just wouldn’t do at all.
Tim slid downward, kissing a trail down Kon’s until she reached his own trail, the curling V of his pubic hair. His engorged cock twitched as the air hit the heated skin, and the sight of a drop of clear fluid gathering at the very tip made Timmie’s mouth water. Kon groaned and arched up into her purposefully teasing touch, fingers threading through the loose curls at the base of her neck, his legs spreading in invitation.
Feeling Kon direct her mouth closer to his need, but not actually use force, Tim decided to reward him and nibbled along the length of Kon’s pelvic bone, drawing closer to his twitching cock until she reached the base. She took a deep breath, the musky scent familiar, and not unpleasant. First pressing a soft kiss against the spongy head, Tim felt it flare at her touch as Kon thrust up a bit. Encouraged, she closed her eyes and opened her lips, reaching out with her tongue. A few tentative licks produced deeper moans from above, and Tim could feel tremors starting in the strong thighs.
Then, impatient with her own teasing, Tim opened her mouth almost obscenely wide to drag her tongue along the length of the shaft.
As Kon’s eyes rolled back in his head and he let out a guttural moan, Tim decided that maybe this spontaneous sex thing wasn’t a half-bad idea. She could get used to it. Touching him, holding him, sucking him…
Tim slowly bobbed her head up and down on Kon’s erection, swirling her tongue around the tip every time she rose. She felt Kon tremble under her hands and scraped a nail across the spot right behind his balls. Kon bit his lip and groaned, and Timmie pulled back just far enough that his come spilled hot and thick into her mouth. Timmie swallowed on reflex, wanting to have at least this small part of him with her. And also not wanting to make a mess.
Kon’s legs trembled and he slumped back in the chair, drowsy eyes focused on her. Timmie licked him clean with long, slow, soft strokes of her tongue, watching as he came down from his high. Tim loved watching him; watching his eyelids flutter, his hands spasm, his body twitch through the last vestiges of the afterglow, his hands clenching spasmodically on her shoulders as he descended back to Earth.
Before she was really aware of it, Kon’s eyes were on her, and then his hand was stroking the side of her face in an absurdly gentle gesture, just a thumb swiping her temple, and then suddenly he lunged forward and kissed her.
Kissed her, and Timmie froze, because Kon was kissing like whoa. Slow and lazy and deep and sensuous, leaving her breathless and yet wanting more.
Could definitely get used to it.
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