Fic: Learning By Doing (Steph/Tim, Tim and Steph Do The DCU)

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Title: Learning By Doing
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Steph/Tim
Series: Tim and Steph Do The DCU
Warnings: Explicitly adult, but rather vanilla.
Summary: There's a first time for everything.
Words: 8,700

Notes: This is the FIRST story in the series, even though it's the third one I've posted. I...seem to have some trouble doing things in chronological order. R-Point Rendezvous follows this story, and Best Boyfriend Ever happens some time in the future. (and actually there are two more fics by other people, but it is 2 am on pornday  and I will make a proper index post tomorrow. Thanks to kirax2  for beta help! She went to bed on me though, so mistakes probably slipped through. I'm useless without her. XD
 

 

It was a slow night, and Tim had been giving her grappling lessons on the upper observation deck of the Aparo building when he got the call to take the rest of the night off. Tim did a little blushing and stammering - the grappling lessons had been rather hands-on, and Batman had interrupted - but he had offered to see her home like the sweet little gentleman he was, and Steph had leapt at the chance to spend a little more time with him. She was pretty sure he wanted to take her home just so he could know she wouldn't be out in costume without him, but she was willing to forgive him the misguided chivalry if it got her more make-out time.

And then they'd gotten to her house, and her mom's car had been gone, and there'd been a note on the counter that she was pulling a double and wouldn't be back until eight in the morning. Steph had offered Tim a Zesti and invited him up to use her bathroom, and then kind of jumped him when he'd come out to find her pulling her belts and boots off. Tim hadn't seemed to mind much.

He'd lost some of his shyness over the last few months, and even though Steph had found his hesitancy kind of charming, she wasn't exactly reluctant to see it go. She liked that Tim was getting more comfortable feeling her up, even if it meant he didn't make that hilarious face anymore when she smacked his ass. Mmm... it was a nice ass, too. Steph knelt up on the bed where they were sitting and straddled his lap so that she could reach it, sliding her hands up under his cape and down his armored back to squeeze and pull, urging him up closer against her. Tim made a soft sound into her mouth, and she bit his tongue a little and rocked down against him, riding the stiff armor over his tights and wishing, not for the first time, that she could tell if he were hard. It felt good though - the firm, round pressure of his cup against her.

Tim's hands came to rest on her waist as he kissed her. She caught one gloved wrist in her own hand and pulled it up over her side until he got the hint and cupped her breast in his palm, squeezing gently. She wanted those gloves off - she wanted all his clothes off, actually, but she would settle for the gloves if that was all she was likely to get. As it was, she felt lucky to have gotten his belt and boots off. Maybe if she led by example? She pulled back from the kiss to shuck her own gloves, catching the thumb of the left one in her teeth and pulling, making a show of it. Tim watched her with glazed eyes as she tugged them off, and it made her feel deliciously naughty, as if she were doing a full strip tease instead of of just freeing her hands.

He stared for a moment, his reddened mouth parted, and then cupped her jaw in gentle hands and pulled her forward into another kiss. Steph slid her fingers up into his hair, stroking across his scalp to break the little spikes and petting his hair into softness. She scratched lightly with her short nails, and the touch made Tim whimper.

"Hey," she murmured against his mouth. When he pulled back a little, she smiled encouragingly at him. "Your gloves are kinda rough."

He looked suddenly stricken and yanked his hands away. "I'm sorry!"

Steph chuckled and drew back a little more, grabbing for his hands, which he'd thrown up and back as if he didn't know what to do with them. "I didn't mean stop," she laughed. "I don't mind a little rough, sometimes."

Tim swallowed hard and his lips parted again.

"Oh," Steph said, delighted, "you do have dirty thoughts. I was starting to wonder." She felt him squirm under her a little as she settled most of her weight back onto his lap, his wrists caught in her hands. "Can we take these off though? I wanna feel your hands-" she broke off in a soft gasp as she found herself suddenly holding empty gloves, with Tim's bare, damp fingers stroking up the backs of her hands. She'd only even seen his hands a handful of times, mostly when he was being Alvin Draper. He'd held her hand a few times, at birthing class, and she'd been a little embarrassed by how much the warmth of his skin had affected her. "I like your hands," she mumbled.

Tim chuckled and turned her hands in his, taking the gloves away and tossing them to the floor. "I like yours," he said, stroking against her palms with his fingertips and then pressing their hands together.

"No, I mean..." She laughed a little as he tickled her wrists. "Tim - ha," she squirmed and struggled as he slid his hands up and tickled inside her elbows, until he rolled her over on the bed and pinned her there by her biceps, darting in quick as a snake to bite her jaw gently and move down to scrape his teeth across her throat. Steph squeaked happily and pressed up against him, wrapping one ankle around the back of his knee to hold him there. He kept his lower body away from hers, but his weight felt wonderful against her chest. If she could get a hand loose - there, and now she could tug his hip down toward her - only he didn't seem to want to come. She unhooked her leg and wiggled until both her knees were inside his, and then bent her legs and drove them out, knocking against his at the same time as she finished her original thought. "I mean I really like your hands."

Tim managed to hold his position, even as his knees were spread wider and wider by her legs, right up until he hit the edge of the narrow bed and one knee slid off. He managed not to topple over, but he fell on her with all his weight, letting out a huff of breath against her neck.

"I have dirty, dirty thoughts about your hands," Steph confessed into his hair. "Lots of them. Frequently."

Tim couldn't seem to get his breath back. His hold on her other arm had relaxed, so Steph stroked hard down his back to squeeze his ass again, fitting him tight against her. "I-" he gasped.

"I want them," she murmured. "Everywhere.  Your hands - You've got really strong hands. Really-"

Tim kissed her. She smiled against his mouth and felt the kiss go sloppy, uncontrolled. She sucked his tongue wildly, and this time when she bucked against him he thrust down hard, rocking with her rhythm. She took a gasping breath, and he buried his face against her throat. "Steph," he moaned. "God-"

"Your cape-" she started, and he levered himself up onto one arm to tear it loose and shrug it off his shoulders. The heavy material fell to the bed, and Steph knocked it aside and pulled him back to her to lick the sweat from his throat. "Baby-"

"Steph-"

"Your hands," she repeated, sliding her fingers up to scratch lightly over the nape of his neck. "I - oh - I've never seen you naked. But I know your hands. I can guess how they'd feel all - all over me-" Tim abruptly pushed himself up off her again, rolling away, only stopping when his back hit the wall. He had his eyes squeezed tightly shut, and he was breathing hard through his nose the way he usually did when he was trying to calm himself down after a fight. "Baby?" Steph said softly, reaching out to touch his face.

He pulled away and turned his face into the sheets as much as his position would allow. When she brushed her fingers through his hair, he sat up suddenly and wrapped his arms around his knees, facing the end of the bed and hiding his face in his hands

"Sweetie," Steph said, suddenly worried. She sat up, too, laying a hand on his back. "Are you okay?"

"God," Tim gasped, "Steph, stop touching me, please."

Steph flinched back. Had she done something wrong? His shoulders were heaving as he panted - was he hyperventilating? "Do you need a paper bag?" she asked, because she didn't know what else to do.

Tim laughed then, sounding hoarse and not really very amused. "I'm not having a panic attack, I'm - I need to go."

"No!" Steph said, getting up onto her knees. "You can't just leave. Not until you tell me what's wrong - I'll be up all night worrying, you big - " She broke off as he raised his head and turned a little to look at her, and something about the sheepish turn to his eyebrow, the high color on his cheeks, the darkness of his eyes... "Oh," she said. After a second she laughed a little, which was exactly the wrong thing to do, because he turned away again and started to get up. Steph had to half-crawl forward and grab his arm to yank him back down onto the bed. "You're not actually allowed to get out of my bed just because I got you hot, you big idiot."

He let her catch his face with her fingertips and turn him back toward her, but he wouldn't actually meet her eyes. "I'm not - I mean - This uniform wasn't designed for this kind of activity."

Steph laughed. "I sure hope not. Maybe the one without the pants-"

"No, I mean," he swallowed. "I mean I'm...kind of uncomfortable right now."

"Uncomfortable." The light dawned, and Steph's eyes opened wide. "Oh, god, your armor! You poor baby!"

"I'm fine," he insisted, but he was blushing even harder now. "I just - I just need to go home and - I just need to - to go home."

Steph felt her mouth twist. He still wasn't looking at her. Sometimes his shyness was adorable. Sometimes it made her want to smack him in the head. "Or you could stay," she offered.

"No I, I really need to-"

"You can take it off. And stay." He froze, so she went on. "We don't have to - you know - if you don't want to.  And you'll still have your pants."

Tim laughed, suddenly, wild and breathless. "Except they're not pants. They're tights, Steph. They don't leave a lot to the imagination."

"My imagination wouldn't mind the break," she teased. "I've been giving it a hell of a workout." She leaned forward until she could whisper against his ear. "Right here, in this bed. Thinking of you."

Tim gasped and let himself be pulled backward against her chest. "You really-"

"Mmhmm. Every time you leave. If you left right now, I'd have to put it to work again." The sound Tim made was between a moan and a whimper. It made Steph smile. "Jesus, Boy Wonder, if I'd known all I had to do was talk dirty to you-"

"I think about you, too," he whispered all in a rush, like he thought she might stop him. "After patrol. I -" he swallowed. "If I left right now, I'd go home and - it would be really hard to drive the bike. I might not even make it home."

Steph felt her body flush with heat, and she tugged on his shoulder until he turned around enough for her to kiss him, hard and fast. Tim was always so reserved with her, and she'd always let him take his time, never pushed - maybe that had been the wrong tactic, or maybe all her self-control was just being rewarded now. Maybe Tim just really liked her voice in his ear. "Please," she murmured against his mouth. "Baby, I wanna feel you. I want -" she moaned as he stroked down her back. "I want everything from you. You know that, right? All you have to do is ask. You don't even have to ask - you can just - oh," she broke off as he bit her neck, rocking up against his chest. "Oh, please, baby, take your armor off. Let me-"

He caught her shoulder in one hand to hold her steady and jumped to his feet beside the bed, fumbling with the closures on his uniform and not looking her in the face. She smiled at him and stretched out like a cat on the bed, wiggling against the sheets to get comfortable. He got the fastenings open and finally looked up to meet her eyes, and then he just stood there for a long moment, staring. He swallowed hard, and then he finally drew his arms through their openings and pushed the shell of his armor down his body, down his legs, and to the ground.

"Oh," Steph breathed, because - Jesus, he was beautiful. The silky green shirt he wore under his armor was fairly loose, but the tights were, well, tight. His legs were gorgeous - she knew that, already, but somehow he looked so different, half out of uniform, with his hair mussed from her fingers and his lips red from kissing and no wonder he'd been uncomfortable in the armor. His erection was straining against the fabric of his tights, caught there in a curve that looked very promising. Steph licked her lips, slowly and deliberately.

He stepped out of his armor and then stopped, awkwardly, his hand poised in midair. Steph smirked even as she turned away to fluff and arrange her pillows, giving him a moment to adjust himself to a more comfortable position without her watching him like a hungry hawk. He was still standing there when she finished and turned back to him, but now his cock was flat against his stomach under the tights, mostly hidden by his shirt.

Tim didn't seem to know what to do with himself, so Steph smiled and scooted up the bed, making room for him. He hesitated, though. Steph lay back, resting on her elbows, and spread her legs a little. "Are you planning to join me, or did you just want to watch?" She watched Tim's throat bob as he swallowed, and it made her grin suddenly. "I mean, if you want a show, I'd be happy to oblige... But I'd rather have you here with me."

Tim closed his eyes, and Steph held her breath, waiting to see what he would do. It felt like a moment of truth, somehow, like he was deciding something a lot bigger than just whether he was going to sit down. She bit her lip.

And then Tim's eyes were open and locked on hers, deep blue and intense. He took a breath, and then he knelt down on the bed and crawled up to meet her. Steph caught him in her arms and pulled him into a hug, cradling his head against her chest as she lay down. "Okay, baby?" she murmured. "We can just lay here if you want. I love a good snuggle."

Tim smiled, his cheek tight under her fingertips. He pulled back a little to look down at her. "Steph," he said softly. "I...want to be sure about something. Okay? I want you to be completely honest."

Steph did the best she could to sober her expression, which she was pretty sure had gone kind of sappy. "Sure."

"You know I've only really ever dated one other girl before you. She was...really nothing like you. But she kept trying to change herself to be someone she thought I'd like better, and it drove me crazy." He looked away for a second, and then his gaze returned to search her face. "I guess I just want to be sure that you aren't offering something you don't really want to give. I don't ever want you to feel like you need to do something or be a certain way for me to like you, to want to be with you."   

For a few seconds, Steph couldn't even talk - all she could do was look up at Tim, at the earnest and open expression on his face. She couldn't even smile - she felt her lip tremble when she tried. She finally gave up and just sat up enough to pull him into a soft, gentle kiss. "Tim," she said when she could speak again. "I have such a hard time figuring out what you're thinking most of the time. I don't think I could try to anticipate what you'd want me to do, or say, or be."

Tim tucked his face into her hair. "You're perfect like you are" he murmured, and the words made Steph's breath stutter in her chest. “You're – You're amazing. I've never met anyone else like you. You make me feel... You're perfect.

Steph drew in a long shaky breath and let her hand trail down his back to the hem of his shirt. She lifted it, and let her fingers touch the bare skin of his back for the first time. "I love you, too," she said, and turned to kiss his cheek. She laid back on the pillow and looked up at him. "I always feel like I'm pushing," she said softly. "Because I want you so bad, and you always pull away - I didn't know if you were just shy, or if I was doing something wrong, or if you just didn't want me-"

"I do," Tim said, and it sounded like a confession. He lowered himself on top of her and kissed her cheek, her throat. "I do want you. I do. I-"

She slid her hand up inside his shirt, over his hot and slightly damp skin, feeling his heart beat under her fingertips. With her other hand, she cupped his hip, fitting him against her. "Show me," she murmured. He bit her gently under her ear, and she gasped. "You feel so good against me." 

Tim moaned and thrust against her thigh. "You feel - you always feel - "

"Can I," Steph panted. “I want to take off my shirt.”

His whimper was so small and sharp it sounded like pain. "Yes," he gasped, but he didn't move for a few long seconds, finally levering himself away from her with great effort. Steph pushed him back until he sat up on his heels over her knees, his cock fully hard now and just straining, like it was reaching for her.

She pulled herself up against the headboard. "You look so good," she told him as she crossed her arms and grabbed the bottom of her shirt. "You look so good like that - hard for me-"

Tim sounded like he was having trouble breathing. He closed his eyes and turned his head away for a second, and then he pulled his own shirt off, quickly, like it was a bandage. His body was tight and lean, every bit as well-muscled as his legs - his pecs defined, his abs tightening as he drew the shirt over his head and threw it onto the floor. He looked back up at her, surprisingly unconcerned with her scrutiny considering his usual shyness - but then, he had to know he was in amazing shape. He had a few scars she could see even in the dim light of her bedside lamp, but not as many as she'd thought he might have - just a few pale lines, mostly on his arms, two on his chest frighteningly close to his heart. Steph stared for a long moment, drinking him in, and then she made herself break eye contact for long enough to pull her own top off.

Steph wasn't particularly insecure about her body - she wouldn't have made her costume so tight if she didn't know she looked good in it. Her boobs weren't huge, but they were plenty big enough, especially considering how fit she was. Even if her hips and ass were a little bigger than she might have liked - she had trouble finding jeans that fit, sometimes - she knew Tim liked her curves, so it didn't bother her much. Despite that, she still felt a momentary pang when she got her shirt over her head and saw the critical look Tim was giving her chest.

"You really wear that to fight crime?" he asked, and she realized with some relief that he was staring at her practical-but-greying sports-bra.

"What's wrong with it?"

Tim shook his head, a frown-line forming between his eyebrows. "That's not nearly enough support for what you put your body through."

Steph blinked at him. "It's the best out there. I went to a specialty sportswear store. I told them I did gymnastics, rock-climbing and kick-boxing and I needed a lot of support-"

"You jump off roofs. You - you take direct blows to the chest-"

"I'm better than that," Steph protested, feeling a little offended.

Tim just pointed at one of the scars over his ribs with a look that she didn't like at all. She frowned and tried to think of something scathing to say, but Tim crawled off her to the edge of the bed and bent over to get something, and she was distracted by his ass bobbing in the air.

He came back a second later and wrapped his arms around her. It wasn't until he pulled back that she realized what he'd gotten out of his belt, because he had wrapped a tape measure around her chest and was measuring her - around her back and under her arms, first across her bust and then just underneath. "Tim," she said flatly.
 
"Maybe this is enough for the commercial market, but you need specialty equipment," Tim told her. "You know I wouldn't let you jump off a roof with plain old climbing rope-"

"Tim."

"If Batman doesn't have something better - and I'd be stunned if he doesn't - I can talk to Oracle. She'll have designs I can borrow. You need more armor anyway-"

He was balanced in front of her on his knees, his center of gravity high and unstable as he leaned forward over her. All it took was one good push. He tried to catch himself on the way down, but all his training apparently hadn't prepared him for his girlfriend shoving him out of bed. He hit the floor with an 'oof', landing flat on his back with his feet hooked over the edge of the mattress, a startled look on his face.

"Tim!" Steph shouted, loud and sharp to be sure she had his attention. She yanked her bra over her head as she got to her knees, not paying any attention to where it landed. Cupping her tits in her hands, she leaned forward over him, giving them a little shake for emphasis. "Boobies!"

Tim just stared at her in absolute shock, his mouth wide open and his eyes slightly glazed. He didn't try to right himself or sit up - just laid silently looking up at her. Not at her face, she realized with some satisfaction.

Tim finally shut his mouth. He swallowed hard, and then his face went slack again. Steph realized she had a piece of hair in her mouth and spit it out with a harsh exhalation. Tim's lip quirked, and Steph had a few seconds to try and hold the giggles down before they were both laughing. She dropped down to her side on the bed and rolled onto her back, her knees knocking against the wall as she cackled wildly.

She felt the bed dip as Tim climbed up next to her, laughing more quietly but just as helplessly. He sort of flopped against her side, his body resting half on her stomach, and through the tears in her eyes Steph could see his broad, self-deprecating smile.  "I have bad timing," he said, chuckling to himself as their mirth wore down. "I just - I really like your breasts. I want you to take better care of them."

Steph's chest tightened even as she fell into a second round of giggles. Tim bent his head and kissed her quivering belly. It was so much like something he'd done once when she'd been pregnant that she felt all the air go out of her as suddenly as if she'd been gut-punched. She closed her eyes for a little while and just felt Tim nuzzling her belly, placing little kisses around her navel.

When he stopped, she opened her eyes to find him staring at her chest. She smiled at him, and he blushed and glanced away as if he'd been caught doing something wrong. "Can I touch them?" he whispered, his voice hesitant.

For a moment, Steph considered telling him no, not until he showed a little more respect - but then he kissed her belly again, his mouth wet and open this time, and she lost her train of thought.

"You've got the softest little hairs just under your belly button," he said in a wondering voice. "I can't even see them, but I can feel with my lips..." His tongue darted out across her skin, to taste. "And when you - when your breath catches like that, I can feel your stomach move."

"You can touch me anywhere," Steph breathed. Tim looked up to meet her eyes through the valley of her parted breasts and the sudden intensity of his expression stole her voice. She had to swallow twice before she could speak again. "I can't think of anything I wouldn't want to do with you. And I've got a very healthy imagination. All that-" Tim pulled himself up the bed until he was half over her, one knee between her own and his head level with her chest. "-exercise I've been giving it."

Tim's soft laughter gusted across her nipple and made her shiver and squirm. He braced himself on one hand and used the other to cup and lift one breast, cradling it gently in his palm and brushing the side of it with his fingertips. "Your skin's so soft," he murmured.

"Your hands are warm," Steph murmured back, smiling. "A little rough-" his hand withdrew, and she caught it in her own, bringing it back. "I like it." She shivered as his thumb brushed just under her nipple.

"Are you cold?" he asked. He shifted his weight, and Steph realized he was about to reach for the blankets they'd pushed aside.

She brought her knee up to rub against the inside of his thigh. "I just said your hands are warm," she told him. "If you want to warm me up, I think you oughta touch me all over." She stroked down his chest with her fingers, feeling the heat of his skin, the texture of his few scars. Tim did a little shivering of his own, and she smirked at him.

Tim smiled a little, looking kind of helpless. “Tell me what to do?”

Steph pushed until he rolled over onto his side. She rolled with him, so that they were still pressed tight together, but now Tim had both hands free. “You can do whatever you want,” she said encouragingly. His other hand came up to cup her face, and she kissed his palm.

“But what do you want me to do?”

Steph hummed a little laugh. “Mmm. You can touch. You can... You can kiss me, anywhere.”

“Here?” Tim asked, and pressed a small, closed-mouthed kiss to her nipple.

She smiled at him and petted his hair. “I'll tell you if I don't like something, okay?”

“And if you like it?” he asked, his lips brushing her breast as he spoke. He traced the curve of it with his lips slightly parted, just feeling her skin.

“Oh, you'll know,” she said, grinning. “Possibly the neighbors will, too.” Tim looked up at her suddenly, his eyebrows raised, so she amended her statement. “That's actually an exaggeration.”

Tim looked...kind of disappointed.

“You want me to be loud?” she asked. “I can.”

“I want to know what you like,” Tim said earnestly. “I want to know....everything. How you react. How I make you feel...”

“You make me feel wonderful,” Steph murmured. She ran her fingertips over the tight muscle over his shoulder-blade. “You could – you could use your tongue?”

Tim immediately licked across the same path he'd traced with his lips.

“Oh,” Steph breathed, feeling the air cool the stripe of damp skin. “Slow-”

He repeated the motion, slow and wet, starting between her breasts and dragging the warm, wet flat of his tongue at an angle, under her breast, up across her nipple, catching there as her skin tightened. He caught the point of her nipple between his lips and licked over it again and again.

 

“Oh, Jesus, baby,” Steph sighed. She hooked her knee behind his thigh and pulled their bodies together, cupping the curve of his skull in her palm and urging him close. “You could – your teeth - “ He bit, gently. Just the nipple, and then a larger, softer bite, the hard edge of his teeth pressing just below and dragging as he moved his mouth. As he sucked, just a little. Steph gasped. “Quick study,” she panted, and clutched him close. “Your hands-”

Tim hummed against her skin and moved to the other breast, pressing little sucking kisses as he went. He cupped them in his hands and squeezed, gently at first, and then more firmly, until she wriggled a little and yanked with her knee, so that she could kind of humping his leg. The pressure felt so good, so sweet, easing the ache there, and she whimpered and grasped at his back with one hand. The other was trapped between them, so she stroked up his chest, pressing into his pectoral just a little and scratching across his nipple. He made a sound around his current mouthful, so she caught the point between her fingertips and pinched, just gently.

“Oh,” he gasped, “that's – that feels different.”

She relaxed her fingers and stroked his chest with her palm, instead. “Different?”

“Than when I... I'm fairly certain that when I've done that myself the nerves there weren't actually directly connected to-”

 

She pinched again, with a little twist, and he gasped and slid up to kiss her on the mouth, just pressing his parted lips to hers.

"I love the way your skin tastes," he mumbled. He kissed her chin and then the curve of her cheek as she smiled.

"I love the way your tongue feels," Steph murmured back. He licked her cheek and she laughed, stretching to capture his mouth. Her hand on his back slid down to toy with the waistband of his tights, and after a moment, he broke the kiss to look at her. "Do you want to?" she asked. "I mean - I want to. But I know you haven't before, and-" she sighed in frustration. "I don't want to push you. And I don't want you to think I'm... I've actually only done this a few times."

"Yeah?" Tim asked, sounding surprised. He quickly schooled his reaction. "I mean - I never thought - You just always seem so sure of yourself. Of your body, of what you want..."

Steph closed her eyes and relaxed onto her back. "When I was with Dean," she said, fully aware she was breaking the cardinal rule of not mentioning your exes in bed. "I was thinking about you."

Tim went very still beside her. She could still feel him breathing, under the hand she had draped over his hip, but other than that, he wasn't moving at all.

"That sounds crazy, right? We'd only just met. I didn't know your name or your face or anything but... You were just so cool, and I wanted to be you, and I wanted to be with you..." She trailed off.

"Ariana caught me watching you," Tim said, and Steph opened her eyes to search his face. He looked kind of embarrassed. "She chewed me out, and then she went and died her hair blond-"

Steph couldn't help the little bubble of laughter that made it's way up into her throat. Tim grinned sheepishly back at her, and then he went suddenly serious. "I don't have, ah. My utility belt doesn't, actually, come prepared for...all situations."

Steph rolled her eyes and snickered, even as she pushed herself up and over him, bearing him down to the mattress so that she was stretched over him. "You dork," she said fondly. "You think I'm not damned sure never to be caught without condoms?" But... "I'm clean," she volunteered. She hadn't been tested since her pregnancy, but she hadn't gotten any since then anyway... "And I'm, um. On the pill."

"Oh," Tim said. "Batman makes me, ah. We all take a blood test once a month."

Steph felt her eyes widen.

"Not for that," Tim said, his face twisting in pained amusement. "We get exposed to blood, do emergency medical care... it's a safety thing."

"So..." she stroked his chest, then down over his stomach. His tights came up almost to his belly-button, and the tip of his erection was only a few inches below the waistband, stretching the material tight. There was a line from the waistband of his underwear, and she traced it with her finger, making him gasp and his stomach quiver. "I wanna feel you."

"Oh Jesus," Tim gasped. When she inched her finger under the band, he reached down and caught her hand in his, gently folding their fingers together. "I...This is embarrassing." His voice was tight, strained with emotion and very quiet. "If you touch me, I'm going to come in my tights."

Steph smiled down at him but managed not to laugh; he probably wouldn't take it the way she intended. Instead, she leaned down and pecked Tim on the lips. "So, take the tights off. Don't worry about it, baby. We've got all night."

Tim closed his eyes and breathed deeply a few times, and then let go of her hand and tucked his thumbs under his waistband. Steph watched as he pulled the tights down over his hips, bucking up off the bed to get them over his ass, holding them out away from his erection. He was wearing green briefs underneath, but they didn't look like anything she'd seen in a store. "Is that special Bat underwear?"

"Athletic support," he said, his voice still strained. He looked at her for a long moment, tights around his hips, and then pulled his briefs down too, so that his cock bobbed free. Steph sucked in a breath and stared. It wasn't like she spent a lot of time looking at penises, really. Tim's was nice, though - not huge, but not small either, cut, and curving up toward her like an invitation, his balls flushed pink, and sprinkled with dark hair. 

"Can I-?" she started, but Tim shook his head and bent his knees to pull his clothes the rest of the way off.

"You too," he said.

Jesus fuck yes, naked time, Steph thought, and shimmied out of her tights as fast as she could. Her panties were really kind of soaked, and she threw them aside with the rest of her clothes. "Now? Please? It's okay, sweetie. If you come, that's okay." She reached out a hand, and then stopped, poised.

Tim put his palms flat on the bed, closed his eyes, and nodded. His breathing stilled and deepened. Steph was pretty sure he wasn't actually trying to meditate, but it made her laugh a little anyway - quietly, of course. She straddled his legs and touched his cock with her fingertips. The rhythm of Tim's breathing faltered, and he sucked in a shuddery gasp as her fingers closed lightly around the shaft. It felt tight under her hand, hot and smooth, and the tip was leaking, precome beading in the slit and dribbling down the flushed pink head. Steph squirmed in sympathy, but she couldn't clench her legs together the way she wanted. She rubbed the the beads with the pad of her thumb, instead, spreading them around the head, and Tim gasped again, followed by a whimper. The ache between her legs was getting bad enough that she had to reach down and press on her mound to try and get some relief. 

She must have made a sound, or made the bed shift, because when she looked up, Tim was staring at her his eyes wide and glassy, his pupils blown. The lust, the want,  in his eyes made her shiver all over and buck against her own hand, and Tim's mouth fell open as his eyes tracked the motion. He moaned, long and low, and the sound was enough to push Steph past her patience. She cupped her hand against her pussy, slicking her fingers with the moisture from her curls, and reached down to wrap that hand around Tim's erection in a firm grip. He gasped again, so she squeezed him and stroked up to the head and back down again, still swiping her other thumb across the tip, until Tim bit his lip and turned his head and pumped up into her hand, shooting semen in an arc that splattered her hand, and his hip and stomach.

He was holding his breath, and, god, that was so Tim. So... Steph moaned for him and reached down to touch herself again, because she was so horny it seriously hurt. She pressed hard with the heel of her hand and slid her two middle fingers between her lips, up against her opening, rubbing and pressing against her clit. Tim lay there panting, staring up at her, watching as she touched herself, and then he sat up and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her down into a kiss. She laughed against his mouth and let herself be rolled over onto her side, their legs tangled together. Tim's mouth pressed against hers again and again, vicious, joyful kisses full of tongue and teeth, and she laughed again as she tried to keep up with him. When he bent his head to bite her chin, kiss her jaw and neck, she wriggled against him and wrapped her arms around his waist, cupping his back and his ass and pressing against him as tightly as she could. "I'm gonna hump your leg now," she told him, and shifted down just enough to lock her leg around his hip and really ride his thigh, rocking against the column of muscle.

"I want to touch you," Tim protested, and tried to move back, but Steph made a frustrated sound and clawed at his ass, pulling him closer.

"Push back," she growled, because, Jesus, she was so close she could taste it. "Touch me later. You- Oh," Tim pushed, giving her the pressure she needed. "Perfect. You-" His hand slid down her back, over the curve of her ass, dipping into her cleft and down, tentatively, until his fingers slid just between her lips. The feel of it, just the fact of it, made her moan.

"God," he whispered against her cheek. "You're so wet." The wonder in his voice was another kind of stroke, and when he tried to kiss her, all she could do was bite, because she was coming against his leg, gasping and crying out as the pleasure burst through her. The ache wasn't fading, though, even when she clenched and pressed against him through the aftershocks, riding little ripples of pleasure that made her skin tingle and her breath seize.

Tim moved beside her, against her, rolling her over onto her back, and Steph let him even though she didn't let go of his leg with her own. His thigh was all slick, now, and it felt so good against her as they moved that for a moment she thought she might come again just that fast. Once she was on her back, he kissed her again, and this time she had the self-control to do it gently, sucking his lips and tongue as he moved over her, moving his leg against her pussy still because, yes, really he was just that considerate. Steph sighed happily and wriggled, rubbing her breasts against his chest until he cupped one in his palm, and pulled him down so that she could feel his weight. "Getting hard again?" she asked, even though she could feel the answer when she moved her leg. 

The question made him chuckle. "Can I touch you now?" he asked against her throat. He squeezed her breast gently and stroked across her nipple with his thumb, and Steph smiled and rocked up against his leg again.

"Yeah," she said. "You can-" she broke off to laugh, because before the words were out of her mouth, Tim was sliding down her body to rest between her knees and nudging her legs out of the way. Her thighs were pretty slick, too, now, and he trailed his fingers up them, scratching lightly with his nails. Steph shivered and opened up wider. "...touch me," she breathed, her voice far shakier than she'd expected it to sound. "Tim..."

His palms slid up her thighs, and then the fingers of one hand slipped between her folds, caressing just inside her lips. He drew back, petting gently over her curls, exploring her slit with his thumb, until she couldn't help pressing up against him. "Is this okay?" He asked, looking up to meet her eyes.

"Yeah," she sighed. "More than okay." She reached down and touched his hand, urging him to press deeper, stroke harder, and when he did, his fingers spearing smoothly, slickly into her, she whined high in the back of her throat and rocked up to meet him. "Here," she said, and caught his other hand, pulling it up to her mouth to lick his fingers and then guiding it to her clit, showing him how to touch her there, how to press and stroke, even as the fingers of his other hand learned her from the inside. 

"I want-" Tim said, and then he made a noise, a low growl, and shifted on the bed, pulling his hands out from under her and spreading her legs wider as he leaned down, kissing her mound and licking over her lips, over and over. It was startling, how good it felt, and she rubbed her foot along his side, humming in encouragement and slipping her fingers into his hair. She hadn't expected him to go down on her - not the first time, anyway, but Tim has always been an overachiever. His fingers pressed between her lips, spreading her open, and he licked her deeper, into her, then up to her clit, where he applied the lessons he'd learned with his hand.

"Ooh," Steph gasped, writhing, trying not to just press down and suffocate the poor boy. "Harder? Can you-" He sucked hard and then pressed with his tongue, massaging back and forth and pressing inside her with his fingertips again, and Steph shuddered hard and thrust against his face as she came again.

Tim came up for a breath, looking up her body at her and panting, and Steph realized she had kind of a death grip on his hair. She carefully unclenched her fingers and petted the strands back into place with gentle fingertips, still shuddering. With her other hand, she placed her fingertips against her clit and pressed against them, riding out the last little waves and clenching around Tim's fingers, making him gasp.

"You wanna," she gasped, breaking off for a breath, "feel that? Feel me around you? When you make me come?" Tim groaned and turned his head to bite her thigh, chuckling to himself, his voice rough.

"You're going to kill me," he mumbled, but he was smiling.

Steph grinned back. "Not done with you yet," she scolded, correcting. "Come fuck me, boyfriend."

He stopped laughing and levered himself up, crawling over her until they were face to face. He bent his head to kiss her and then paused and raised a hand, scrubbing the back of it against his mouth.  Steph laughed and caught him by the wrist, pulling his hand away so she could lick his mouth and suck his tongue.

When he pulled away, he just stared down at her for a long moment, touching her hair. "You're so beautiful," he mumbled, and Steph felt herself smiling. "Your face is flushed, your eyes are sparkling... I mean... I've always thought you were pretty. Beautiful." He dropped his forehead to rest against her shoulder. "I'm not saying this right."

"Sounds good to me," Steph said, stroking his hair and holding him to her breast. "I think you're pretty keen, too, handsome."

Tim laughed against her skin, and Steph found herself laughing, too, when he turned his head and bit her breast gently, tickling with his tongue. The laughter dried up in her throat, though, when he bit a little harder, sucked her skin into his mouth, mouthed down the side of her breast and pressed his tongue to her nipple in little swirls.

The sensations made her gasp and squirm, and when she moved, she felt Tim's cock brush against her leg. She stroked down his back with both hands, scratching lightly, until she could get her hands on his ass and tug him closer. "You're supposed to be fucking me," she scolded, but her attempt at sounding stern failed miserably when he dragged his cock over her stomach. "Baby..." She reached down and took his cock into her hand, jacking it a few times just for the feel and the way Tim panted against her neck, and then planted her feet and arched her hips and guided him inside her.

He barely moved, at first, just holding her close and breathing, his eyes shut tight. The feeling of him pressing into her, opening her, sliding slowly inside her, made her moan and move her hips, lifting up against him until he was deep inside. They stayed that way until Steph let her hips sink back to the bed, her thighs and stomach quaking. Tim leaned forward onto his hands and moved with her, sinking into her with a slow thrust, and then another. Steph gasped and shuddered and rocked against him, letting him guide their rhythm, slow at first and then gaining in speed when she started moaning.

Tim's body jolted against her, in her, and Steph reached up, cupping the back of his neck and pulling him in reach of a kiss. She gripped his hips between her knees, urging him closer, faster, deeper. Tim was hardly making any noise aside from his breaths, harsh pants, out and then in, in time with his thrusts. He was biting his lip again, watching her face and... really concentrating. And yes, Steph knew that Tim had a big sexy brain, but knowing it was turned on her, right now, on making her feel this way... She bucked up and stilled as Tim thrust into her, feeling his cock move inside her, his hand on her breast, his lips on her cheek. She lingered on the apex for a long moment, fighting for it, pushing herself up and up into the feeling until it crested and broke and she fell back down to the bed with a short, broken cry.

Tim stuttered almost to a stop before finding a new rhythm, fucking her harder now, and actually gasping. "Baby," Steph moaned, when he bent to kiss her again. "So good. So good." She felt boneless and weak. She felt like she could fly, like Tim's weight was the only thing anchoring her to the Earth. She stroked his back and hair and moaned again as he lost his rhythm, fucking into her faster, with short shallow strokes that almost hurt they felt so good. 

"God," Tim choked, breaking his silence, and he dropped his head to her shoulder again, gasping as his hips jerked, rough and ragged. He rocked her when he came, moved her with the force of the last few thrusts, and then went still, hips barely twitching, while Steph purred and breathed his name.

Tim took some time to catch his breath, and Steph contented herself with running lazy fingers over every part of him she could reach. That had, hands down, been the best sexual experience of her...limited experience. It might, actually, have been the best experience of her life. She grinned and stretched like a cat under Tim, squirming as he slipped out of her and left wetness between her thighs. "That was fantastic." She breathed.

Tim smiled at her. "You're fantastic," he said, and leaned down to kiss her. After a moment he pulled back with a heavy sigh and rolled over onto his side. "Yeah," he said, sounding frustrated. Steph turned her head to ask him what was wrong and realized he had his finger in his ear.

"Fuck," she muttered. "What does he want?"

"I wasn't responding for a reason," Tim said, his brow wrinkling into a frown. Steph rolled over and traced the line it made on his forehead until he relaxed enough to smile. The scowl crept back as soon as she moved her finger, though. "Why can't Cass... No, I'm kind of..." He sighed, and whatever Batman had to say next, there was obviously plenty of it. Tim groaned and rolled over to press his face into the pillow. After a few long seconds, he punched the bed. "Fuck," he said, muffled by the pillow, and then raised his head. "Look, fine, I'm coming." Once the words were out, though, he let his head drop back down again.

Steph ran her fingers through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. "Duty calls?" 

He turned his head and gave her a rueful look. "Duty's been calling for the last twelve minutes. He's not happy."

Steph looked at him, incredulous. "You had Batman talking in your ear while we were -"

"No," Tim said quickly. "Just a hailing tone. A beep. I really do need to go, though." 

"So much for a quiet night," Steph mumbled as she rolled onto her back.

"Are you..."

Steph smiled. "I'm not mad. Go be a hero, Loverboy Wonder. No kissing the damsels, though."

He snorted and rolled over onto her for a quick kiss, and then off again to get to his feet and find the various bits of his uniform.

*

Tim called her the next day, but there was school, and a thing with her mom, and then a thing with his parents, and she didn't see him for three days. When she got home from school on Thursday, though, her mom was drinking tea and staring at a package in the middle of the kitchen table.

It was a plain and white, the size of a shirt box but obviously sturdier, and there wasn't a card or anything. If it weren't for the shade of the big purple ribbon tied around it in a bow, Steph wouldn't have known who it was from. "Did Alvin bring that by?" she asked as she slid into the chair beside her mother. 

"Made me promise not to peek," her mom said. "Sounded kind of embarrassed. What is it?"

Steph hefted the box and tilted it, feeling the weight shift and listening to the slide of fabric against the cardboard with a sudden smile. "I'm pretty sure it's lingerie." The frown on her mom's face made Steph laugh, and she tucked the box carefully under her arm. "I'm gonna open it upstairs, just in case."

"You need to stay away from boys like that," her mom said through her scowl. Steph just pecked her on the cheek on her way out of the room.


THE END


and on, to R-Point Rendezvous

 

 

Comments

[shiny-glor-chan.livejournal.com]

Awww, yay! You finished it! Mmm, my Tim/Steph fix is sated...momentarily. XD <3

[jbadgr.livejournal.com]

HOLY CRAP I LOVED THE HELL OUT OF THIS!!!!!

Steph was just too perfect-- insanely funny and sexy and naked! And Tim was just an adorable goober, I lurved him. Teehee- boobies :3

Splendiferous, dahhhling, splendiferous!! <333 This made having to wake up ridiculously early today worth while XD

[terrie01.livejournal.com]

Boobies! Best. Line. Ever. It's so very, very Tim and Steph. Loved it.

[lurkslikefox.livejournal.com]

My god, that's so in character that I feel like rainbows and puppies are about to spontaneously appear. Eeee!

And... measuring tape! Tim, never change. And it's so nice to read a Steph and Tim who aren't platonic due to Tim's secret gay. Not that I don't dig gay!Tim... but Tim/Steph= <3

[shinigrace.livejournal.com]

Wooo! Tim/Steph porn! *faints*

[soshoni.livejournal.com]

He's really very fond of her breasts.

So are we, Tim. So are we.

Lovely story, and deliciously hot and amazingly sweet! Steph is rapidly becoming a favorite of mine. I just loved how Tim got derailed by her lack of a proper bra, and the way she uh, got things back on track.

[faile-neume.livejournal.com]

Jessie. Jessie. Jessie.

I actually think this is the hottest thing I have ever read. EVER.

They're both so perfect. I really really love that they can still joke around with each other while having sex. Sex doesn't need to be all SRS BSNS.

UGH ITS JUST SO GOOD.

[twistedangl11.livejournal.com]

Wow that was amazing. Really, really well written. You managed to write a hot story that still had great characterization and substance. And did I mention it was hot? :-D

[saphire-dance.livejournal.com]

I love this. Sweet and awkward and perfect like any good first time should be.

[larsinger29.livejournal.com]

See this? This is why I love Steph and Tim. You did such an amazing job with characterizations in this! Steph's voice was, to me, dead on. As was Tim's, right down to his insecurities and shyness.

This was so fantastic. Words really fail me at the moment to describe how much I enjoyed reading this. Hot, fun, Tim/Steph sexy times are always a pleasure. Especially in the hands of a capable writer!

[(Anonymous)]

This was lovely; it's rare that I can get this into het.

Sooo, any chance we're gonna get the Green Arrow story at some point...? I've noticed he's been mentioned as one of their conquests a few times...

~anony mouse

[greyandgold.livejournal.com]

Loved it! There needs to be more Steph/Tim in the world :)

[oroburos69.livejournal.com]

Absolutely fantastic. It was so sweet and not angsty, and they were happy! I love it when people are happy!

[brieze.livejournal.com]

Bahaha. Tim is such a spaz. Good thing Steph knows how to deal with him! :D

I don't even like Steph or Tim/Steph or, well... straight!fic in general, but damn! You've got me wanting to read so much more from this pairing. They're just too ridiculously cute!

[oroburos69.livejournal.com]

Just recced you on crack van :)

Man, I love this story to absolute pieces.

[silveronthetree.livejournal.com]

I don't think I can quite express how much I adore this fic. Steph and Tim are so very much themselves and it is incredibly hot. This is exactly the way that their first time would go. All the talking and loving and Tim getting distracted by Steph's inadequate bra. Perfect.