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Farm Girl 2
🕑 Added 2025-09-03 02:00:04 +0000 UTCBut just then, the slender thread between them was there no longer.
“Where are you going with that wood?”
“Wash house,” Cass answered.
Kon chuckled ruefully. “Water heater went kaput again, huh? Let me get that for you. What’s the point of having a big strong man around if he isn’t taking your load?”
Kon realized the double entendre and didn’t wait around to see if she’d gotten it or not. He grabbed the tongue of the wagon and pulled, guiding it to the path up to the house.
Cass was almost glad he was on his way. As much as it annoyed her to have him condescending, she really didn’t want to strain something when she needed to be battle-ready. After all, she might have to fight him off once they got to the wash house.
She remembered the times they’d been on patrol together last summer. The only fighting she’d done with him then was against various gangs.
***
Two or three times a week, Kon had come over to hang out with Tim. One night Tim had been too busy working a boring murder case to smash heads with his bro. Kon had decided to keep Cass company while she tended to Batcow for Damian.
“That’s your secret: raw milk,” Kon had said. “You’re getting to be real pretty for someone who spends all her time in a gimp outfit. If you’re not careful, you might get a tan. They’ll have to kick you out of Gotham.”
“Not… all my time,” Cass replied, her cheeks turning red. But secretly she liked Kon flirting with her like she was just another pretty girl. And if he weren’t with Sandsmark, she would have loved to take Kon for her own. What right did Cassie have to him? Getting powers all of a sudden because her dad was a god… and breasts, too. How was that fair? All that time they were together on Young Justice, having their little courtship, Cass had been training. Training should pay off.
“You take the mask off?” Kon asked in affected surprise. Very affected, since Cass wasn’t wearing the mask or the costume while she wandered the Wayne grounds, checking on Batcow. “That’s worrying. It worries me. When people see how kissable those lips of yours are, how do you avoid getting kissed?”
He put his hands on her hips.
“Headbutt. Wristlock. Bone break,” Cass answered, feeling the warmth of his hands move up her back. “And people know… kissable lips aren’t always… good. Harley Quinn. Poison Ivy. Catwoman.”
“Yeah,” Kon agreed. “The rubes might mistake you for one of the femme fatales, but I know you’re just a cutie-patootie.”
“Making fun of me!” Cass hissed at him, remembering a time she’d tried using slang with Kon.
“No, no, Captain Atom is not a cutie-patootie. But you are. You’re the biggest cutie-patootie I’ve ever seen.”
“If you were gay… you’d know Captain Atom is… big cutie-patootie.”
“But I’m not gay. See? Look…”
He kissed her, his tongue slowly moving between her lips and then her teeth and then against her own tongue.
At first she held herself stiff, ready in case this became an attack. What if it was Clayface? What if he was Starro’d? What if Poison Ivy… but then she couldn’t worry about things like that.
Too much was happening to her mind and body, as his tongue bathed the inside of her mouth. She returned the gesture and his lips sucked on her tongue. Her body melted against his; the only thing she seemed able to move was her tongue as she tried to match the ardor of his kiss.
Comments
Shendude
Good...start
TSSMfan3
Is it meant to be a flashback or flashfoward? Awesome regardless.
Alex Woll
Surprisingly sweet
