Fic: Untitled (Steph/Cass)
Title: Untitled
Characters: Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown
Rating: PG
Warnings: Vague mention of sex
Word Count:
Author's Notes: Because I was inspired by a conversation with shobogan about Cass/Steph.
They fall into easy patterns, ways of moving around each other and making their life work. They become rituals, almost. Steph waking up to coffee and breakfast that Cass has prepared, sharing lunch together at a park near Steph's work or heading to a nearby cafe when they decide they deserve a treat, Steph bringing home dinner from one of the healthier take-away restaurants and eating from the containers as they get dressed into their costumes. Their post-patrol ritual is Steph's favourite. On slow nights, they come home early and climb into the shower to clean off the dirt and sweat from patrol, inspecting each other for wounds to patch up once they're dry. They trade soft, slow touches, kissing bruises, scrapes, lips and breasts until one of them has the other pressed against the wall. It's almost a competition, sometimes, who can bring the other to climax first and Steph doesn't care that she usually loses, because it means she gets to spend longer on Cass, touching her, dragging moans from her throat and swallowing them down in a heated kiss as Cass comes.
If there are no wounds to attend to, they end up in bed not long after; both in their underwear and Cass sitting up against the headboard with Steph between her legs. She works her long, thin fingers through Steph's hair, combing out the knots before gently braiding it. It saves Steph time in the morning, but mostly she just enjoys Cass's touch. She tends to be half asleep by the time Cass ties off the braid with a hair elastic and tonight is no different. Steph smiles at the little kisses that Cass peppers across her shoulders and cheeks as she rearranges them, tucking Steph under the covers and curling up next to her. Steph winds an arm around Cass's waist and returns the kisses to Cass's lips.
"I love you." It's another part of the ritual, Steph says it every night even though Cass knows it already.
"I know," Cass kisses her forehead, the tip of her nose, her eyelids, "I love you, too."
Tonight, Steph breaks from the pattern. It's been itching at the back of her mind all week. They've been together almost ten years, and Steph has spent the week trying to decide what to buy for the anniversary.
"Hey, Cass?" She waits for Cass's questioning hum before continuing, "You wanna get married?"
"Mm, why?" Steph knows that the question is genuine, not a deflection or mocking.
"Beause I can't decide what to buy you, thought an engagement ring would be pretty." She can see Cass's smile in the moonlight coming through the window and knows that Cass can read it's not the full answer, "And... I want to do it better than my mom and dad did. I love you. I want everyone to know as soon as they see us together."
There's silence, but Steph isn't worried. Cass's fingers are tracing lazy patterns on her stomach and even if she says 'no', nothing will change.
"Okay." The reply comes in a soft voice, Cass's lips hovering just above her own.
Steph kisses her briefly, "Okay?"
"Okay."
She can't help the little laugh that escapes as she catches Cass's mouth in a deeper kiss, rolling them over so she's stretched out on top of Cass.
"You're supposed to say 'yes', not 'okay'." Steph chastises, trailing little nips along Cass's jaw.
"Oops?" There's a hint of teasing in Cass's voice.
"You're the worst girlfriend."
"I think you mean 'best'."
Steph nuzzles Cass's throat, holding her tight and smiling as Cass's arms wrap around her shoulders, fingers tapping out a meaningless rhythm between Steph's shoulder blades.
"I do."
Characters: Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown
Rating: PG
Warnings: Vague mention of sex
Word Count:
Author's Notes: Because I was inspired by a conversation with shobogan about Cass/Steph.
They fall into easy patterns, ways of moving around each other and making their life work. They become rituals, almost. Steph waking up to coffee and breakfast that Cass has prepared, sharing lunch together at a park near Steph's work or heading to a nearby cafe when they decide they deserve a treat, Steph bringing home dinner from one of the healthier take-away restaurants and eating from the containers as they get dressed into their costumes. Their post-patrol ritual is Steph's favourite. On slow nights, they come home early and climb into the shower to clean off the dirt and sweat from patrol, inspecting each other for wounds to patch up once they're dry. They trade soft, slow touches, kissing bruises, scrapes, lips and breasts until one of them has the other pressed against the wall. It's almost a competition, sometimes, who can bring the other to climax first and Steph doesn't care that she usually loses, because it means she gets to spend longer on Cass, touching her, dragging moans from her throat and swallowing them down in a heated kiss as Cass comes.
If there are no wounds to attend to, they end up in bed not long after; both in their underwear and Cass sitting up against the headboard with Steph between her legs. She works her long, thin fingers through Steph's hair, combing out the knots before gently braiding it. It saves Steph time in the morning, but mostly she just enjoys Cass's touch. She tends to be half asleep by the time Cass ties off the braid with a hair elastic and tonight is no different. Steph smiles at the little kisses that Cass peppers across her shoulders and cheeks as she rearranges them, tucking Steph under the covers and curling up next to her. Steph winds an arm around Cass's waist and returns the kisses to Cass's lips.
"I love you." It's another part of the ritual, Steph says it every night even though Cass knows it already.
"I know," Cass kisses her forehead, the tip of her nose, her eyelids, "I love you, too."
Tonight, Steph breaks from the pattern. It's been itching at the back of her mind all week. They've been together almost ten years, and Steph has spent the week trying to decide what to buy for the anniversary.
"Hey, Cass?" She waits for Cass's questioning hum before continuing, "You wanna get married?"
"Mm, why?" Steph knows that the question is genuine, not a deflection or mocking.
"Beause I can't decide what to buy you, thought an engagement ring would be pretty." She can see Cass's smile in the moonlight coming through the window and knows that Cass can read it's not the full answer, "And... I want to do it better than my mom and dad did. I love you. I want everyone to know as soon as they see us together."
There's silence, but Steph isn't worried. Cass's fingers are tracing lazy patterns on her stomach and even if she says 'no', nothing will change.
"Okay." The reply comes in a soft voice, Cass's lips hovering just above her own.
Steph kisses her briefly, "Okay?"
"Okay."
She can't help the little laugh that escapes as she catches Cass's mouth in a deeper kiss, rolling them over so she's stretched out on top of Cass.
"You're supposed to say 'yes', not 'okay'." Steph chastises, trailing little nips along Cass's jaw.
"Oops?" There's a hint of teasing in Cass's voice.
"You're the worst girlfriend."
"I think you mean 'best'."
Steph nuzzles Cass's throat, holding her tight and smiling as Cass's arms wrap around her shoulders, fingers tapping out a meaningless rhythm between Steph's shoulder blades.
"I do."