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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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How Sweet It Is To Be In Love

Timmie had never really given much thought to sex, after Bernard had died. She’d thought about it, certainly, but Robin consumed most of her time, and for a long while, it had just hurt too much to think of who and what she’d lost.
Sex felt good, better with a partner – though she could barely remember it – but Timmie had never spent long sweat-filled nights ‘yearning’ for the touch of a lover. Romance novels were trite, women’s magazines were inane, and she’d never been able to put much stock in the ‘information’ either contained. Her gynecologist had told her that as far as she’d been able to figure, the G-spot didn’t exist, and Tim had found nothing in her explorations of her own body to contradict her. Her nipples, while responsive to touch, weren’t sensitive enough to make her come just by touching them, and she’d never been able to achieve multiple orgasms.
But ever since she and Kon had made love that first time, Timmie felt like she couldn’t get enough. She would have worried about succumbing to nymphomania if she hadn’t been able to steel herself to work, though it did take quite a bit of resolve on her part to separate from Kon for any length of time.
Kon didn’t appear to think anything was off about her behavior, so perhaps it was just that they were in the ‘honeymoon phase’ of their relationship.
Their lovemaking was fantastic and all-around amazing, but Tim certainly hoped that things would slack off eventually, because she and Kon were having sex once in the morning, sometimes twice at night before they went to sleep, and sneaking off to her office during lunch for a quickie practically everyday. Sometimes it seemed like sex was all she could think of.
There was more to her and Kon than sex, wasn’t there? Shy glances across meeting tables, holding hands and taking romantic walks in the park, playing board games with Robin in the evening after supper…
But whenever Tim started worrying about the influx of carnal activity in her life, the stress of the working week would give way to the ease of weekends, and calm would come over her. It would be time to put Robin down for her afternoon nap, and things would slow down as she watched her daughter sleep. And if Kon stood with her at those times, watching with her, Tim told herself it was a good thing that her…boyfriend…live-in lover…cared about her daughter.
And she didn’t let herself wonder about what it would be like to have this for the foreseeable future. To be with him always, as she’d planned to be with Bernard.
Or to bear his child as well.

***
Several weeks passed as Kon grew used to living with Tim, and Tim, in turn, grew used to having someone living with her other than her daughter. Adjustments needed to be made, but they were two (mostly) mature, intelligent people, and were able to talk about things when problems cropped up.
Before Kon knew it, May had flown by, and June was almost there. It had been six months. Six months since that kiss on New Years’ Eve, when he and Timmie had started dating.
Kon wondered if he should buy her an anniversary present. Then he decided that it didn’t matter if he ‘should’ or not; he wanted to, to see her face light up with that smile she got whenever he did something nice for her. Or Robin.
It would be hard to top what he’d given Timmie for her birthday, however; he’d seen her wearing the locket practically everyday, on the same chain as her ring. On the days when she didn’t wear it, Kon had caught her tucking it into her purse.
Kon thought sometimes that it was odd he didn’t feel…jealous of her wearing another man’s engagement ring, but he still wore the diamond stud earring Tana had given him to replace his gold hoop after they’d gone to see the re-release of The Breakfast Club. Sometimes sentimental value was just that; something physical to hold on to when the memories grew hard to remember. But that’s all they were – memories.
You had to live in the present.
Timmie was right there, and Kon wasn’t in any danger of forgetting her. Especially not with Robin around. He wondered if maybe he should try and find a babysitter for Robin, so he could surprise Tim with dinner out to a place that was geared towards grown-ups instead of children. Maybe just celebrate simply: get her some flowers, go to that Japanese restaurant where they did souvenir pictures on the bridge over the koi pond.
There were other things he was in danger of forgetting, however, and those things included his impregnable resolve that he would never ever under any circumstances do anything that might be considered pushing, prodding, and/or manipulating a woman in terms of sex. No matter how much he wanted certain things with Tim, he wasn’t going to push. Tim was strangely innocent in her own way; she could be cynical about the world around her, but she hadn’t let it jade her. She was like Robin in that way, a fount of perpetual hope.
Kon had never thought that he’d ever enjoy dating a woman with a kid so much. He hadn’t purposely steered clear of single mothers – not considering his own mother – but he’d never met that many. Tim was the first he’d ever been involved with, and he had to admit that he’d grown closer to Robin before anything serious had happened with Tim, and that was definitely a good thing. If only Timmie was more willing to be alone with him. He loved Robin – he didn’t think he could love her more if he’d fathered her – but convincing Timmie that occasionally adults needed alone time was slow going.
Though, she’d always been willing to accede to ‘alone time’ when…certain things were involved. Namely, sex. And since it was their anniversary, of a sort, Kon felt pretty sure he’d be able to convince her that they should ‘celebrate’ in the traditional manner.
But despite how…uninhibited Timmie had turned out to be when regarding trying new things in bed (or on the floor…the kitchen table…against the wall…on the couch…in her office…) there was one thing that they hadn’t done.
It wasn’t that Kon couldn’t guess why Timmie was…reluctant…to ‘go all the way’ as it were, but…well, Kon had enough testosterone coursing through his veins to admit that he really really wanted to…well, making love covered pretty much everything about sex, so…to use the vernacular, Kon wanted to fuck Tim. To feel her clench around him, wet and hot and slick, as he thrust into her, and see her eyes alight with lust as she came. To slip so deep inside her that she’d be able to feel him for days. To join with her so completely that they’d never really part.
It was as he thought about it, that Kon realized what he wanted, wasn’t just sex. And it wasn’t even ‘just’ the love that he was sure they shared.
He wanted Timmie to want him…for always.
Kon blinked and slumped back in his chair, uncaring as Lacey jumped into his lap and demanded to be petted. His hand automatically reached out to scratch between her ears, him having been trained well by her.
Despite his seeming awareness of reality, however, Kon’s thoughts were focused inward, on his sudden epiphany. He’d gone and fallen in love with Timmie without even realizing it. How the hell had that happened?

***
Kon didn’t manage to figure it out before their anniversary rolled around, but he decided it didn’t matter. He’d thought about telling her that night, but an exchange they’d had after dinner made him decide this was another thing he needed to wait for Tim to be ready for.
It had always puzzled Kon, how people kept thinking that sharing their body with someone was more intimate than sharing their heart. The heart was much more fragile, after all; capable of breaking, and multiple times.
It was also stronger, able to still seek out happiness even after great pain.
“You know how I feel about you, right?” she’d asked him softly as they strolled through the gardens behind the restaurant.
Kon had stopped, drawing her close to him by their joined hands. Looking deep into her blue eyes, Kon had been unable to deny what he felt. He was glad she couldn’t, either. “How we both feel…yes,” he’d agreed, running his fingers through her hair.
Tim blushed. “Good,” she said, then moved into him, linking her arms around his neck and kissing him.
Kon was pretty sure that he needed to wait until she was ready to say the words. He might have become too impatient, but he had a feeling that it would be soon.
And even if she didn’t say it…well, she still felt it, and so did he, and they both knew it.
And that was all that mattered.

***
Summer was a boom time for the music business, with influxes of new artists and contract renewals. Drake Records was no exception. Kon found himself taking care of Robin a lot more even when they weren’t at the office. He didn’t mind; he loved Robin. More than that, he liked spending time with her, too.
The only thing that bothered him was that Timmie seemed to think she was…imposing on him by asking him to help take care of her daughter. He knew it was too much to expect – or at least too soon – that Tim would want him to be Robin’s…other parent, but…
They were all living in the same house, playing happy families, and Kon…Kon felt like Robin’s father.
He even had a wallet full of pictures that now featured Robin and Tim to prove it.
Kon just didn’t know how to make Tim see it.

***
June 1st
***
It was finally slowing down at Drake Records, and that meant Tim and Kon had some time to relax.
Well, after a fashion. They had to go over her schedule for the rest of the month. But that was easy and required very little effort on either of their parts, and absolutely no stress.
“I have a dinner meeting tonight, so I’m going to need you to take Robin home and watch her,” Tim told him as they traded her dayplanner back and forth across her desk.
“Okay,” Kon said, marking down a reminder in his own date book to pick up pizza for dinner since they were low on groceries. “You sure you don’t need me there?”
Tim shook her head and penciled in a few appointments for the third week of the month, erasing a postponed event on the fifteenth.
“Who’s the meeting with?” Kon asked, vaguely curious.
“Bruce Wayne,” Tim replied.
Kon’s eyes widened. If Lex Luthor owned half of Metropolis, Bruce Wayne owned most of Gotham City. Kon had actually met the man once or twice. Nice enough, but a bit of a flake, though he was, apparently, a shrewd businessman. “What’s the meeting about?”
Shrugging, Tim said absently, “He’s one of our investors. In the charity part of the business.”
Kon nodded; that figured. Wayne had more money than his grandfather, and he spent most of his time finding new charities to donate it to. “Will you be home in time to tell Robin goodnight, or should I try and get her to bed without you?”
Tim paused in her planning, tapping her pencil against her dayplanner as her mouth pursed up in a thoughtful frown. “The meeting’s at six…it shouldn’t take more than two hours… I should be home in time, but don’t let her stay up too late if I’m not.”
Kon nodded. “No later than nine-thirty,” he agreed, as that was latest that Robin was ever allowed to stay up, barring special events.

***
When Tim got home that evening, it was almost nine o’clock. She was exhausted from the long day she’d put in at work, but buzzed with excitement at the same time.
All the same, she was glad to be home. With…her family.
Coming home to the sounds of screams and laughter had not been something she’d expected. Sidestepping Patches and noting that Lucky and Lacey, more mature than her daughter’s kitten, had decided to make themselves scarce, Tim wandered through the house, trying to find the cause of the noises.
It was nearly Robin’s bedtime, and Tim had no idea why she’d still be up and running around. In bed listening to a story, sure, but she hoped Kon hadn’t been spoiling their– her– daughter while she was away…
A child’s giggle and a man’s deeper growl interrupted her musings, and Tim whirled around to see Robin, freshly bathed and clad only in a pair of purple panties, shoot into the living room. Kon followed more slowly, growling with laughing ferociousness and threatening his small runaway with ‘dire’ punishments. The front of his T-shirt and shorts were soaked, and he had soap suds in his hair. He clutched Robin’s frilly pink nightgown in one hand, menacing her with the other as he chased her around the room.
Timmie thought he had never looked more gorgeous. And Robin…Robin had rarely looked happier.
Her daughter scampered across the tile floor toward her, pausing to look over her shoulder at his pursuer and giggling louder when Kon growled, “And when I catch you, I’m gonna hold you down and…tickle you.” Kon lunged forward and grabbed Robin just before she reached Timmie, and swung the laughing, shrieking girl into the air.
Tucked under Kon’s arm like a package, Robin tilted her head up and demanded, “Fly, Daddy!” holding her arms out like an airplane.
Kon gave her a startled look – then grinned as he realized that Halloween night hadn’t been a fluke. “Up you go, Robin,” he said, lifting the little girl above his head. Grinning at the lip-buzzing noise Robin considered appropriate for an airplane engine, but which was really more fitting of a helicopter, Kon caught sight of Timmie, sharing an amazed smile with her.
¬He thinks of her as his daughter, too…doesn’t he? Tim realized, feeling a warm glow start in her heart. She also felt a pang for what might have been, and regretted that Bernard had never gotten to know his daughter, but…
Even though he and Kon were very different men, Tim thought Bernard would have approved of him…and the way he cared about Robin.
And her.

***
“So…anything happen tonight at your meeting?” Kon asked as they were getting ready for bed, finally having gotten Robin clothed and tucked in. It had taken Kon longer to convince Robin it was okay for him to see her naked than it had for him to give her her bath, and he was worn out, even though it was only ten.
“Yes,” Timmie replied, tugging her bra off, and then pulling her T-shirt on over her head, barely even noticing Kon’s lascivious look at her momentarily bared breasts. “We’ve been invited to the annual Wayne Family Foundation Ball,” she told him, barely able to contain her excitement.
“We?” Kon asked, pulling back the covers on the bed even as he processed the information. The WFF Ball was the premier event of the year, even bigger than the Emmys, the Oscars, and only second to the Olympics. He’d gone as his mother’s date twice in the past, and found it boring.
Of course, he’d been eight and twelve respectively at those times, and hopefully maturity – and the realization that cheese and spinach quiche and champagne were really quite good – would give him a new experience.
“Well, me ‘and guest.’ It’s on August 11th this year, and I know we don’t have plans…” Tim bit her lip and, as she climbed into bed, asked, “Don’t you…I mean, do you want to go with me?” She carefully looked away from him as she plucked at the pale green sheet.
“Yeah, of course,” Kon told her, scooting nearer to her side and kissing her cheek. “Have to make sure all those eligible bachelors don’t think that you’re up for grabs.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close.
Tim looked amused instead of indignant at his behavior, which was one of the things Kon loved about her. She was perfectly able to take care of herself, but didn’t mind Kon’s occasional possessive tendencies. She was just as possessive of him. “Going to mark your territory?”
“If you’ll let me,” Kon murmured into her ear, mouthing her neck. He didn’t realize all the many different ways those words could be taken, but at Timmie’s sharp intake of breath, Kon realized that he would be a fool not to take advantage of it.
Even if the marks would fade, their memories of them wouldn’t.

***
August 11th
***
Timmie frowned in the mirror as she squirmed in her dress. It was yet another variation on the typical ‘little black dress’; what she wore to most of the events she attended for Drake Records. She’d just had this one – satin, with velvet trim – fitted a few months ago as her purchase during spring for fall events, and already it was too tight. The zipper would zip up, but it left her looking like she’d been shrink-wrapped while she was wearing it, and that was not at all professional.
Resolving to take the matter up with her tailor at a later date, Tim wiggled her way out of the dress. Sighing in a mix of frustration at her circumstances, and relief at finally removing the too-tight satin from her body, Timmie went to paw through her closet for something else suitable to wear to the opening. She’d sent Kon on ahead, since he was going to pick up Darla from the airport and bring her back to watch Robin for the night.
Catching sight of a dress she hadn’t worn in a few years, since Darla’s disastrous attempts to get her out into the dating scene, Timmie almost flipped past it – but something made her stop. She’d last worn that dress when she’d finally realized that she needed to at least try to move on after losing Bernard. Darla had told her she’d looked ‘smoldering’ in it, and Bruce Wayne’s younger son Jason had told her she was ‘drop dead gorgeous.’ That trial run of attractive apparel had only lasted a few months; she’d attracted attention, all right, but almost always of the wrong kind. And those kinds of clothes weren’t really her, anyway.
Tim told herself that she wasn’t wondering what Kon would think when he saw her in it.
If. If he saw her in it.
Tim sighed. Who was she kidding? She was quickly falling head over heels for Kon, and she was the only one who was even still trying to delude herself over that.
Taking another look at the satin and silk almost-strapless gown in her closet, Tim nodded decisively. She pulled it out, hung it on the mirror, and then went hunting in her closet for matching shoes, mentally going through her jewelry box for appropriate accessories. She remembered that because of its unique design, that dress had required the purchase of some special undergarments, ones that wouldn’t show. They took forever to wiggle her way into, however, and the garters were unutterably difficult to work with.
But they were worth it for the effect the entire outfit had on the male libido. One specific male in this case.
Tim had to be quick about changing, though; she had a date to keep.

***
The ballroom was jam-packed with people. Elegant women in colorful dresses mingled and chatted with dashing men in tuxedos. A gold and crystal chandelier glittered above the dance floor and a carved wood balcony ran around a mezzanine level of the room. Heavy blooms of purple orchids and golden roses overflowed from strategically placed vases, adding to the air’s perfume.
Even in a room full of beautiful people, Timothea Drake stood out.
Her dress was a deep red wine color, silky soft and velvety. It clung to her curves, tantalizing in all its angles, sliding off the shoulder with sleeves that bared most of her arms, save for the few ribbons tying the sleeves in place. The bodice was satin, fitted like a corset, and strapped up the front with velvet ribbons like one, too. The filmy skirt hung in a waterfall of overlaid panels from her waist, her legs alternately revealed and concealed as she walked. She wore sparkly, strappy close-toed sandals on her feet, ones with sensibly low heels, and rubies winked at her neck and ears. Her hair was done up in two braids, woven with a dark red satin ribbon to bind them in a coronet around her head, a few wispy, short curls showing at her temples and the nape of her neck.
She was simply stunning.
Kon, who had been waiting anxiously for her arrival next to the punch bowl, suddenly found himself with champagne on his shoes. His entire body felt nerveless, and his grip on his glass loosened, the champagne flute having tipped enough to shower him with its contents.
Kon coughed to cover his embarrassment, placed his now half-empty glass on the table and discreetly shook the excess champagne off his shoe underneath cover of the table. When he turned around to start a nonchalant stroll away from ‘the scene of the crime’ as it were, he almost ran head-on into Tim.
Only she wasn’t Tim, or even Timmie. A woman that elegantly divine deserved no less than Timothea.
Kon never had thoughts like that unless he was in love. It had been so long since that had been the case, however, that he’d forgotten how much of a romantic sap he could be, even if only within his own mind.
“Kon,” Tim said, and he blushed at her questioning look, realizing that he must have spaced out for a bit.
“Tim,” Kon said, mentally congratulating himself on the fact that his voice didn’t crack.
“Sorry I’m late,” Tim told him. “I…decided to wear a different dress.”
And if Kon had ever had any thoughts against Tim’s habit of actually offering explanations for things, they would all have been erased at her words. Because Tim could definitely be late for anything if she was going to dress like that.
Not that she couldn’t wear a chicken costume and still own his heart; his libido, on the other hand…
“It’s a nice dress,” Kon told her, voice husky with want. He cleared his throat, trying to come up a better descriptive term. “But you make it look beautiful.”
Tim’s face flushed, eyes lowering with badly concealed pleasure at his compliment. Sometimes, even when he didn’t think, Kon could still come up with the right thing to say.

***
Later in the evening, after numerous networking chats with other partygoers, and several trips to the buffet for quiche, fudge, punch, and other assorted snack foods, Kon met up with Tim near the dance floor, both of them finally able to catch their breath and just enjoy the party for a moment, instead of talking business.
“Been busy tonight, huh?” Kon said, for lack of any other conversation opener.
“Definitely,” Tim agreed. “I’m glad for the breather.”
“Me too.”
A few minutes passed in a companionable silence as they hung back near an oasis of palm fronds. The soft music playing in the background segued from the top hits of pop rock into an assortment of instrumental ballads. Ones, Kon thought, that were suitable for slow dancing. “Would you like to dance?” Kon asked, arm held out akimbo for her to take.
Tim grinned and laid one strong hand daintily on his outstretched arm. “I’d love to,” she said, and moments later they were smiling and blushing their way through a waltz. Tim kept trying to lead, and Kon kept forgetting how the steps went, but neither of them cared.
Unchained Melody ended, and something with a deeper beat started. Kon thought he remembered it from a movie; it took him until the chorus to recognize it as the Top Gun theme.
They swayed back and forth to the music, not even bothering to actually dance. They were just enjoying being in each other’s arms.
With the light flush of happiness on her face, eyes shining, lips curved up in a smile…Timothea Drake really did take his breath away.
She wasn’t just wearing an eye-popping dress, however. Her perfume was equally as captivating, heady and musky, and reminding Kon intensely of what she smelled like when she was aroused, only sweeter, and less earthy.
Kon wanted to remedy that difference right that very instant.
“What is that intoxicating fragrance?” Kon asked, sniffing (hopefully) surreptitiously of said smell. He didn’t usually talk like that unless he was trying to be suave/debonair/romantic, but the scent she was wearing really was that intriguing. Its effects reminded him of the few times he’d tried pot in college, making him feel high and floaty.
“I, um…it’s not perfume, it’s just my lotion, it’s…brown s-sugar and f-fig,” Timmie replied, stuttering as he nuzzled at her neck. She let out a shuddery breath, eyes falling closed. “K-Kon, you need to move back.”
“Why?” Kon groaned in reluctance, even as he did so, looking down into her eyes instead of up into them. He hadn’t been near enough all evening to really get a good whiff of whatever scent Tim was wearing, and he wanted to drink in his fill.
Tim whimpered, pupils widening from arousal and something like panic. “You’re too close.”
Kon just raised a brow.
Tim blushed. “You practically had your face buried in my cleavage,” she hissed under her breath, casting furtive eyes around the dance floor to make sure no one would see them. Or had seen what Kon had just been doing.
Even taken aback, Kon’s rapier wit was sharp. “I thought you like it when I did.” Even as he spoke, he moved back to dance a more decorous distance from her.
“Not in a room full of people.” Tim’s smile was tight with strain – the strain of holding back the lust he could see banked in burning embers in her eyes.
Kon felt his mouth go drier than a desert. Licking his lips, he asked hoarsely, “When can we leave?” Normally he wouldn’t be so forward, but…he got the feeling she liked it.
And nothing about that night felt normal.
Tim sighed, her hands tensing on his arms, obviously feeling it, too. “Not…not for another hour.”
“Fuck.”
“Not until we leave,” Tim replied, and then blushed at her faux pas. “I mean…” She sighed and snuggled closer to him, obviously giving in to the inevitable. “One hour. Once this dance is over I’ll go network and you…try to keep from distracting me.”
Kon swallowed, feeling her chin settle right over his breastbone, above his heart. “Yeah, I’ll…do that.”

***
The drive back to their house was filled with long sideways glances culminating in shared grins as they realized how infatuated they were acting.
The party had run late enough that it was the next morning, and Darla had bedded down on the very same couch that Kon had used that week so long ago. Tiptoeing past her with stifled laughter, they quickly checked on Robin, just watching her sleep for a long moment before they could no longer keep their attraction in check.
As soon as the door to Robin’s room was closed, Kon latched onto her, lips to lips, his hand pulling her towards their bedroom, both of them stumbling a bit as they weren’t able to watch where they were going.
They were not strangers to kissing each other, but they had never hungered for one another’s mouths as much as they did then. Every taste they got left only more desire in its wake, building to a higher and higher peak until they broken apart with panting gasps and strangled mewls. They fell into bed together, tearing off each other’s clothes with abandon. They both became so impatient with how long it took to get Tim’s dress off that by silent accord they agreed to leave her in her stockings and garters.
At least for the first round.
They kissed and stroked across each other’s skin, too hot to think about really focusing on each other, only wanting to give and receive pleasure. Tim was the first to get impatient; pushing Kon down on his back, she then proceeded to suck his cock into her mouth.
With a strangled groan, Kon instinctively pushed up farther into the wet warmth of her mouth. Tim pulled back a bit so as not to choke on him, then, once he’d stilled, went down until she’d taken all of him she could, using her hands to rub and stroke the rest of him.
Her head rose and fell slowly as she sucked on him. Once Kon started whimpering for release, Tim pulled back and off, just long enough to thoroughly wet her right index finger. Then, before Kon could even start to moan the loss of her wet warmth, she took in as much of his cock as she could, simultaneously circling his anus with her slickened finger and pressing inside when he started to tremble.
The lust and anticipation had been building up between them all evening, so it didn’t take Kon long to climax, filling Timmie’s mouth with his warm seed. Some of it spilled out onto her hands and she licked it off with long, slow swipes of her little pink tongue, staring with unabashed sensuality into Kon’s eyes as she did so.
Once Kon got his breath back, he pounced, tumbling her onto her back. “My turn,” he growled, kneeling up over her barely-clad form and eyeing her with predatory intent.
Tim’s own breath was running away from her, and she barely hissed out a, “Yes…” before his mouth was on hers, scaring the rest of her oxygen away.
Nip-kissing his way across the smooth, soft skin, Kon felt as if he was drowning in Timmie. Or not drowning, but as if his need for air had been replaced – with need for her.
Kon let his fingers do the walking, down past her breasts and belly to the core of her femininity, trailing softly through thick thatch of dark hair between her legs, searching out her clit with unerring precision. As Timmie gasped in his mouth and squirmed on his hand, Kon kept kissing her, deep and slow and hot, working her on his fingers until she was wordlessly begging for him to take her over the edge.
So, removing his lips from hers and bringing them down to her…lips…Kon did. He didn’t even bother to press kisses up and down the sensitive skin of her inner thighs in their usual foreplay. She was hot, he knew it, and he was going to make her come so hard she saw stars.
The moment Kon’s mouth encompassed Tim’s clit and he sucked gently, both hands stroking soft fingers across the moist flesh to either side, her body exploded in a powerful release, convulsing in her orgasm.
Goosebumps broke out all over Tim’s body as the cool air of the room curled over the sex-flushed heat of her skin. “Wow…” she breathed.
Kon’s chuckle was husky and low and set her motor to revving once more. “‘Wow,’ huh?” His grin was like hot fudge and sex, slow and sticky and sweet.
Tim was so hot she barely blushed at his smile; it just made her hotter. “Yeah…” she murmured, shifting to let him see her – all of her. She knew what she wanted, and she wanted it with Kon.
It wasn’t until Kon saw Tim shift to lie on her back, elbows propping up her chest so her breast were more prominent than usual, legs slightly spread and bent at the knees, that he realized what Timmie had meant when she said she wasn’t going to hold back anymore.
He was awed, and more than slightly flattered that she’d choose him. “You want me to?” Kon asked, stroking his hands softly down her silk-clad legs. Tim wasn’t wearing fishnets, but the black lace had a very tiny diamond design woven in, outlining her muscles so deliciously that it made him, not for the first time, want to be buried inside her while she wrapped those luscious legs around him.
And for the first time, he thought that might be not only what she wanted, as well, but what she’d allow herself to have.
Tim flushed, but met his eyes steadily, even as she shook from want. “God, yes…” she said, eyes hooded with desire. “I want you.”
“Inside?” Kon asked, one big, warm hand covering her mound, two fingers stroking softly across her damp opening so there would be no mistaking his meaning.
“Now,” Tim agreed, quivering under his light, tantalizing touch and unconsciously pushing into it. “Please, Kon, I’ve waited for you for so long…” And she hadn’t realized until just that moment that she had been. Even after Bernard…she’d wanted to fall in love again before she tried to have sex; it was just that her own denial kept blinding her to the obvious emotions she felt for Kon.
“You don’t have to wait any longer,” Kon promised, and leaned up to press a quick, hard kiss to her mouth before diving off the edge of the bed to scramble for his pants.
For a moment, Tim blinked at his naked ass in confusion, then her brain kicked back into gear. I’m on birth control…but a condom’s probably a good idea. She wasn’t supposed to be able to get pregnant while on the pill – just like she hadn’t with the shot – but ninety-seven percent was not one hundred percent.
And she thought that if she could feel his skin inside her, she might just not be able to hold anything back. And she had to, if only for her own sanity; keep just a little part of herself removed from the…experience…or…
…or she didn’t know what would happen. And that was too scary to contemplate, especially when she wanted this – wanted Kon – so much.
Then Kon was kneeling in front of her again, a plastic packet in his hands, and she watched, almost mesmerized, as he tore the package open and slipped the latex sheath over his erection. She blushed as he hissed, eyes closing, pressing hard against the base of his cock; if she was almost unbearably aroused by just the sight of him getting ready to...to– then the feel must have been almost too much for him.
His eyes were open once more, and focused on her. “Tim.” He looked at her, eyes blazing, and in that moment, all her doubts vanished. Not that there had been many left after the year they’d spent together.
“Kon…” she whispered, reaching up; she opened her arms, her legs, her body, her heart to him.
And Kon didn’t leave her empty for long. He shook his head in nothing like a ‘No,’ even as he moved closer. “God… You are so gorgeous,” he said, then knelt up over her, bracing his hands on either side of her head. He positioned himself with the head of his cock just resting against Timmie’s opening, then leaned down to brush a light kiss over Timmie’s panting, parted lips. “Now?” he asked, a bead of sweat trickling down his face, falling to land on her left breast.
“Now,” she confirmed, voice and body shaking with desire.
It wasn’t quite a smile on his lips, but it was soft and gentle and happy, so she couldn’t really tell the difference. “Oh, Tim…” Kon said, before he slowly pushed forward, watching her face.
Tim groaned low in her throat, biting at Kon’s lower lip as he sunk inside her. He was being so careful, almost as if he’d forgotten that she’d given birth, and could take this, could take him. She wanted all of him, and tried to open herself more to the invading pressure, unable to gather enough brain cells to actually say anything.
Maybe it was good that he was being careful. It felt good, at any rate.
“God, Timmie, you feel…” Kon panted, distantly surprised by the fact that it was easy, but loving it as he inched his way inside Timmie. He could feel her muscles slowly loosen and yield to him, gradually taking him deeper, and though he’d felt it many times before, with many different women, this time the sensation was better than ever, than any experience he’d ever had.
“You feel,” Tim gasped on a laugh, eyes locked on Kon’s, breathing deeply to allow herself to relax as he finally slid fully inside her. Oddest use of Lamaze she’d encountered yet, she thought.
And then she couldn’t think at all, as she registered what Kon felt like inside of her. Hot and smooth, and…and full. It didn’t hurt, but the tight fit was a bit uncomfortable.
At first.
“Mmm… Kon,” she whimpered, and didn’t know if it was in pleasure or pain. Everyone said that the man took the woman, but she’d taken all of him inside of her. And it was…beautiful. Not perfect, but still amazing all the same.
Tim didn’t even realize her eyes had closed until they shot open as Kon shifted inside of her. “Timmie…” he groaned, biting his lower lip, staring down at her, body tense with holding back. The snug, silky heat of her was just perfect…
“Kon…” She wrapped her arms around him, clinging almost desperately to his shoulders. Her legs felt rubbery, but she lifted them to settle around the curve of his hips, pulling him farther inside of her. “Yes…” she hissed, hoping he got the point.
That was all Kon needed; one moment he was still inside her, eyes dark and hot with impatient lust, the next…
It was like a blitzkreig of feeling inside of her, his mouth on hers, his hands on her body, his cock inside of her… He rocked into her slowly, sensually, each thrust pushing her further and further along the path to ecstasy. It all coalesced into a burning ball of sensation in her belly, and Tim stopped wondering if it felt good or bad, because it just felt.
And she wanted more. “Kon…” she begged, unable to think of anything else to say other than his name.
“Tim,” Kon panted, and pressed a hard, fast kiss against her lips, before mouthing his way down her neck to his breasts. He fucked her with short, hard jerks, and they didn’t hurt, but they did send jolts of awareness up and down her spine, making Tim arch into his thrusts.
“Kon…” Timmie didn’t know how, but she felt him go deeper inside her and then his hand wasn’t on her breast anymore, it was trailing along her garter belt, down the garters and then it was…
…right…where…she…needed…it.
Before her eyes slammed closed Tim saw Kon smile and leaned down to kiss her. Then she felt his lips on hers, and his fingers working, and her orgasm rushed up and blew over her in a bolt of lightning, radiating out from her core and sending tendrils of heat coiling through her entire body. Tim’s cries were muffled by Kon’s mouth as she arched up, her whole body tensing and spasming as she came, feeling herself contract around Kon’s cock, the extra tightness causing her to wail through her spine-tingling, toe-curling orgasm.
When the wave of feeling finally crested Tim opened her eyes to see Kon tensing above her, teeth gritted as he slammed into her one last time and came as well. She couldn’t really feel the heat of his come through the condom but just the knowledge that he was inside her caused a flush to heat her already warm cheeks. In that moment, no matter that she was surely at least a little sore, and worn out – she was at peace. She was happier than she’d been since Robin’s birth.
She was in love with Kon. In love…
And it was wonderful.
They lay there, panting in the afterglow – or, considering her tingling exhaustion, more like aftermath – just holding each other. Kon’s cock eventually shrank enough to slip out of her without his pulling back, and Tim didn’t even have time to mourn the loss of his touch before Kon was kissing her again. She really didn’t have the breath for it, but Kon kept giving her brief, light pecks, and the constant touch reassured her of his continued presence; her thundering heart finally settled down, breathing a soft counterpoint to its slow thud.
It was a while before either of them roused themselves enough to get up and get ready for bed. Ironic that they would have to get out of bed to get ready for it, Tim thought, but she really didn’t want to sleep in her stockings.
And she needed a moment alone, to come to terms with everything. The sex, the love, Kon’s place in her life.
Even good changes took some getting used to.
Kon tied off and threw away the condom while Tim gathered up her nightclothes. Then he set to tracking down the bits and pieces of their clothes and putting them away as Tim headed into the bathroom to clean up. A few cursory passes with a wet washcloth got rid of the most of the stickiness, though only time would take care of the lingering soreness.
Tim pulled on her usual nighttime attire of an oversized T-shirt and panties, pausing on her way back out the door to look in the mirror. Her body was a deep rosy tan color, flushed from her recent lovemaking, and there were a few bite marks and bruises scattered on her skin from Kon’s teeth and hands, but otherwise, she didn’t look much different than she ever did – after she and Kon had been making love.
But the way she felt…
A grin quirked her lips, and she shook her head, before slipping back out to the bedroom. The real change had been inside of her, allowing her to finally admit what she felt for Kon.
If only to herself.
“Hey,” Kon said, greeting her with a kiss as she came back to bed. He’d changed into his typical summer sleepwear of a pair of clean boxer shorts, gray flannel ones, soft and smooth against her heated skin. “You okay?” His voice was soft, but seemed almost too loud in the comfortable quiet they’d settled into.
Tim didn’t even blush at his question, that was how at peace she felt with what had happened. “Yeah. I feel great,” she told him honestly, even as the hazy warm glow that had fogged up her brain receded enough to let her know that she’d hadn’t ‘lost’ her virginity without a few aches and pains to remember it by. She felt a twinge low in her belly, and even though it hurt a bit, Tim also remembered how it had felt to hold Kon inside of her, and that memory was enough to make everything worth it.
His smile was soft as took her hand in his. “I’m glad.”
“Me…me too.” She took a deep breath and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I…I love you, Kon.”
Even in the darkness of the room, Tim could see his smile light up. “Oh, Timmie… I love you, too.”
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