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Birthday Girl	By : AnansiScribe Category: DC Verse Comics > Teen Titans Views: 4386 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Birthday Girl”

Disclaimer: Teen Titans and the larger universe its characters inhabit belong to DC Comics, not me. What a pity.
Author’s note: There is a sad, sad lack of Bart Allen/Rose Wilson goodness in Titans fanfiction. I aim to rectify that, starting with this particular fic. I warn you, it will get steamy. It will get quite steamy. If that isn’t enough to put you off, read on.

Today was Rose Wilson’s 18^th birthday, the day she became a legal adult. Technically, she was already an emancipated minor, on account of what Deathstroke had done to her, but now she really was an adult. Not that it really mattered to her; her philosophy on such things was, “I’m old enough to risk my life fighting superhuman threats, I can do whatever the fuck I want in my spare time.” Of course, there was one positive aspect to turning 18, and that was that her boyfriend wouldn’t be so hesitant to sleep with her.
The present Titans – as well as previous Titans that had worked with her – had come to the Tower to help her celebrate. Presents had abounded and varied, from novels to CD compilations to weaponry to writing implements and more. Her favorite present came from Bart Allen, a simple framed picture of her and him from happier days . . . before she had become the Ravager and before he had even become Kid Flash . . . or the Flash.
The most surprising present had come from M’gann, who had given Rose a pair of sky blue panties with writing on the rear that said, “Put on before spanking.” Rose had taken the panties with a smirk in Bart’s direction, the latest Flash simply blushing. In response to the mixed expressions of disbelief and shock, M’gann merely asked, “Was this an inappropriate present?”
“Um . . . uh . . .” Eddie sputtered. “Hot damn.”
“I like them,” Rose said. “Won’t you let me try them, Bart?”
Bart’s face turned a deeper shade of red, almost matching the crimson of his costume. Before he could come out with an answer, the Tower’s alert systems activated. Vic went to check the Titans computer and found that it had picked up a radio alert. The computer quickly manifested a grid of the city, several “hotspots” shining brightly.
“On all days . . .” Dick muttered. “Let’s go. The sooner we take care of the problem, the sooner we can resume celebrating Rose’s birthday.”

By the time the Titans were able to take care of the simultaneous multiple trouble spots in the city, the sun was starting to set. When they returned to the Tower, some of them were more tired than others. Some, on the other hand . . . were rather pumped.
“Ok, we took care of six separate would-have-been disasters, right?” Bart asked. “So why am I getting the feeling something’s not quite right here?”
“I’m getting the same feeling, Bart,” Dick answered. “We’ll worry about it later. Right now . . . I’d just like to celebrate the birthday of my favorite girl in the world.”
“Other than Kory and Babs, right?” Rose chuckled. She turned to Tim. “Up for a spar? You can invite Dick along if you want. Way I’m feeling, I could take you both on.”
Neither Dick nor Tim missed the subtle invitation in her voice. “Or are you too tired to handle little old me?” she asked.
Tim’s eyes flared at the challenge. “You’re on,” he replied, an almost-feral smile coming to his face. He and Dick followed Rose into the training room, Joey and Bart following along with them. The other Titans followed along, motivated by a mixture of curiosity and concern. Some of the younger ones just wanted to see if Rose could withstand a tag-team of the first and current Robins.
Inside the training room, Rose stared down Dick and Tim. “Ready whenever you are, Rose,” Dick said.
Rose unsheathed her swords and somersaulted into the air, landing with a kick that would have done some damage if Dick and Tim hadn’t made a point of not being at the point of impact. Rose landed gracefully and swung one of her swords at Dick while spinning to attack Tim with the other sword. Both Bats were barely able to move out of the way in time, Dick reaching into one of his utility cuffs and pulling out razorwings. Tim, getting the same idea, withdrew R-shuriken from his belt. Both tossed their throwing weapons at Rose, who dodged the projectiles with a speed beyond anything human.
Rationally, everyone knew just how fast Rose could be. When she moved like that, only someone like Bart was capable of following her movements. From what he was seeing, Dick and Tim would be screwed if they didn’t remain on their guard. The sad thing was that he really didn’t know who to root for. Yeah, Tim was one of his closest friends, but Rose . . . Rose was his girlfriend. And the first girl to ever make his heart sing before he really knew what that meant.
The fight eventually ended, with neither Rose nor Dick and Tim claiming victory. Rose smiled at Dick and Tim, letting out heavy pants through her lips. Unbeknownst to the duo, those weren’t pants of exertion or exhaustion. Rose could go for a long time before exhibiting any signs of tiredness, so that wasn’t really it. No, the real emotion behind those pants was arousal, a fire burning inside her core that demanded to be extinguished. The battle she had returned from hadn’t been enough to exhaust that fire, but . . . Her eye locked on Bart, smoldering with passion and promise.

Later on, Bart was about to return to Los Angeles, but he wanted to say goodbye to Rose first. To that end, he went to her room and knocked on the door. “You can come in, Bart,” he heard her voice call out.
Bart entered her room and his eyes widened at what he saw. Specifically, it was Rose Wilson in all her glory . . . or rather, she would have been in all her glory if not for the sky blue panties she was wearing. Other than those, she was pretty much naked. Perky, fantastically shaped breasts pointed up at Bart, facilitated by Rose’s pose on the bed. Below those breasts lay a flat, muscular stomach, followed by long, toned legs. His eyes moved upward, back to Rose’s face, which was smiling invitingly at him.
“Rose?” Bart asked. “What’s going on?”
“You don’t have to be afraid of touching me anymore,” Rose answered, the inviting smile still on her face. She rolled over onto her stomach, revealing the writing on the rear of her panties: “Put on before spanking.”
“You . . . want me to spank you?” Bart surmised, nonplussed yet aroused by Rose’s proposition.
“Yeah,” Rose confirmed. “One for every year I’ve lived and one to grow on.” She rose onto her hands and knees and wiggled teasingly. “Come on, Bart. I know you want to.”
“If you insist,” Bart said, speeding to join Rose on the bed. He swiftly pulled her facedown on her lap and laid one smack on her panty-clad rear.
“Oh!” Rose cried out. “Harder! I’ve been a bad girl . . . a very, very bad girl!”
“Aren’t you supposed to count your spankings?” Bart asked.
“That was number one,” Rose replied. “C’mon, Bart . . . another one.”
A puzzled Bart simply spanked her again, this time on her other cheek. “Two!” Rose cried out.
“You like this, don’t you?” Bart mused somewhat dazedly.
“Yes,” Rose declared. She wriggled teasingly in Bart’s lap, grinding softly against his growing hardness.
“If you like it, then . . .” Bart shrugged and spanked her again.
“Three!”
“Naughty little tease,” Bart whispered before spanking Rose again.
“Four! Yes!”
Bart’s hand rained smacks upon Rose’s backside, each one making Rose wiggle against him and demand more. The final spank landed on her rear and Rose moaned with painful pleasure. “Bart . . . now look what you’ve done,” she faux-pouted. She rolled over onto her back, revealing that the crotch of her panties was soaked from her arousal and prompting a smile from Bart. Rose deftly maneuvered herself so she was straddling Bart and ground her well-spanked bottom against his crotch. “It hurts so bad . . . but it feels so good . . .”
“Rose . . .” Bart groaned and pulled her closer to him, kissing her with enough force to bruise her lips. Rose kissed him back, continuing to grind herself against him. Bart’s hands roamed her back, finally settling at her hips and gripping them tightly. After he broke the kiss, he rained feverish kisses upon her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. Rose’s breath escaped in soft pants and calls of his name.
Using his speed, Bart laid Rose on her bed and kissed down to her breasts, taking one lively pink nipple into his mouth while tweaking the other. Rose moaned loudly and arched against him, while Bart sucked her nipple like a baby drinking from his mother’s breast. One of her hands moved down to grip his head, ensuring that he stayed where he was. For his part, Bart had no intention of leaving any time soon.
Bart’s free hand moved down Rose’s stomach to find the ever-growing wet spot on her panties. As soon as he touched her there, Rose cried out and pushed her pelvis against his hand. Bart continued to stroke her wet spot, feeling her sex through the damp crotch of her panties.
“Bart . . . stop teasing and just fuck me!” Rose demanded.
Bart raised his head from her breast and smiled at her. “You serious? Because this is my first time with you and I’d really like it if I could take my time with you. Savor the moment and all.”
“Bart,” Rose answered in her sweetest voice, “I promise that after this, you’ll get to savor me all you want.” Then her voice hardened. “But right now, I want you to fuck me.”
“First things first,” Bart said, pulling away from Rose and divesting himself of his clothes slowly. First, off came the shirt, exposing the lean muscle of his torso and arms. Next came the shoes and socks, leaving sinewy feet exposed. Bart then proceeded to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. He played with the zipper, moving it up and down and driving Rose to the brink with impatient want as her eye followed the zipper’s movements.
“Wasn’t I clear when I asked you to stop teasing?” Rose hissed.
Bart just smirked at her and in that expression, she could see traces of the impetuous, eager boy he had been before the Crisis. Finally, he pushed the pants down into a puddle at his feet and stepped out of them. She could see that he was wearing boxer briefs, the material straining to contain his member. Instead of removing those, he slowly walked over to Rose and joined her on the bed.
“Why don’t we help each other?” he suggested.
Rose peeled off Bart’s boxer briefs, leaving him completely nude before her. She lifted her backside off the bed and Bart slowly slid her panties off her hips, exposing her damp sex to him. Bart blushed slightly upon seeing her fully naked, prompting Rose to stroke his face. “Don’t play coy with me, Bart,” she said. “I know you want me. I’m all yours.”
She rolled them over so that she was on top, straddling him and lowering herself onto him. She let out a sensual groan as she felt him inside her, stretching her, filling her. Bart moaned and reached up to hold her hips gently as he felt himself penetrating her. After a few teasing minutes that felt like forever to him, she had taken him in completely. Her hair fell forward, forming a white curtain around them. Bart moved one of his hands up, letting it roam her curves before settling on her face.
Rose moved up, pulling away from Bart until only the tip of his member was inside her. She sank down on him, taking him into her again. She repeated her up-and-down motion, withdrawing and then embracing him again . . . and again . . . and again, each time faster and harder. As she moved against him, Bart reached up to caress the contours of her body.
“Rose . . .” Bart managed to speak, his voice choked with passion and yearning. Rose moved above him, thrusting herself up and down on him, her breath escaping in pants and gasps. She moaned Bart’s name and pressed her hands hard enough on his chest to leave red marks. Bart gripped her hips tightly, pushing upward into her depths with enough force to elicit a keening wail from her. He felt her orgasmic juices spill out over him as her core clenched and unclenched around his member, prompting his own climax as he called her name.
Rose fell forward, landing on Bart’s sweaty chest. She pushed her hair aside and looked up at the speedster. “Thanks for my birthday present,” she purred.
“Happy Birthday, Rose,” Bart answered.

End Notes: There you go. The world’s first Rose/Bart lemon. The background for this story is One Year Later, but you don’t need to know much beyond that Rose is a Titan again and Bart is the Flash. Anyway, I’m hoping you enjoyed it and any questions, tips, critiques, or comments would be welcome.
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