Aquatic

by Weirdness Magnet
July 5, 2004

Disclaimers: Cassie and Bart are DC's children.  I don't plan on having any of my own, so I borrow theirs. Jell-O and Speedos are registered trademarks of their respective companies.

Summary: Bart tries to tell Cassie that he's missed her.

Ratings Note/Warnings: NC-17.

Spoilers: Up through Teen Titans #7.

Acknowledgments: For LC, who wanted girlporn.  Only she could get me to write my first het. Also for Sparklebutch for the title.

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"The awkward phase can end any day now," Bart tells his body. He looks in the mirror and sighs.

He's not ugly, he knows that. He doesn't have Kon's chiseled, male-model good looks or Tim's "dark mystery man" thing going. Bart knows he doesn't have *that* kind of a face, but he does have this odd assortment of features that, when put together, might be considered striking. Eventually. Maybe when he finishes growing into his arms and legs, which at this rate will be never.

Kon never had an awkward phase. Being grown in a tube has its advantages.

Bart pulls on his bathing suit and heads for the pool. He sort of hopes no one will be there and he can burn off some of his energy in relative peace. Besides, it's hard to speed-swim around people.

He zips downstairs, across the concrete, and straight into the pool. The heated water is just perfect and he skims through it easily, reveling in the feeling of moving his legs through the liquid. He moves just as fast through water as air, but it's a different movement than running, a long stretch of his body through a weightless environment.  His legs seem to lengthen as he scissors them through the water.

He slows when he catches a trace of red out of the corner of his eye.

Kon, he thinks at first, but then his brain takes in the tiny swimsuit bottom and the curved hips and okay, not Kon. Nor Tim in Speedos, not that *that's* ever going to happen. His fellow swimmer is definitely female.

The skin is the wrong color for Kori, so that leaves Cassie. She's up against the side of the pool facing the wall, her lower body under the water. Bart pokes his head above the water to see Cassie resting her head on folded arms, letting her body dangle off the side. He thinks her eyes might be closed, so he ducks back under the water and does a few more laps. She doesn't look like she's in a talking mood, and hey, he's fine with that.

He swims a few hundred laps, stopping when he notices that Cassie has been resting on the side there an awfully long time. She hasn't really moved at all except for an occasional wriggle of her feet or a jerk of her hips.  He thinks about asking if she's got a swimmer's cramp or something because you're supposed to massage those, but *out* of the water where it's safe.

He continues his laps. He doesn't really want to bother her, especially since she's been so touchy since the Titans re-formed. She practically shoved him across the courtyard when he wanted to just say "hi" because he missed Kon and Tim and everything, but he missed *her* too. And he kind of hoped...

No. He doesn't have that kind of face.

Still. If she's hurt or something, he'd be remiss if he didn't offer aid. He can be subtle, just a quick, "HiareyouokayIdidn'tmeantobotheryoubutifyou'rehurtIknowCPR." That'll work.

He swims closer on each lap. It's just so he doesn't scare her, not because he's trying to work up his courage. Really.

Bart swims close enough to feel a current of water. He pauses, because it's a steady stream but it's coming from a weird angle. He looks around the pool, wondering if a jet is blocked. They clogged the pool filters *good* that one time Gar and he bet that you could too walk across a pool if you put Jell-O in it, and they may not have gotten it all out of the filtration systems.

He follows the feel of the current before he realizes that Cassie is blocking the jet.

With her hips.  

Well, not her hips. Her... Oh.

Ohhhhhh.

Bart blushes *hard* and rethinks this whole "offer aid" thing. Because her hips are moving a lot now and he's pretty sure he can hear her voice through the water and she doesn't sound like she's in trouble at *all*.

He debates what to do as he watches her hips writhe. He could just zip out of the pool and race back to his room and Cassie would never know he'd been there and he could take care of his now-raging hard-on and nobody would ever know anything. That's probably smart.

Bart has rarely, if ever, been accused of being smart. It's why he swims up behind Cassie and puts a hand on either side of her body. He presses lightly against her back as she shudders with the last of her orgasm.

"Wha--?" Cassie turns her head.

"Just me." He tries not to grind his cock against her butt.

"Bart?" Cassie's face turns as red as her swimsuit and Bart is absolutely sure she is two seconds from *launching* out of the pool. He tightens his grip on the side of the pool, not so much trapping her as trying to encourage her not to leave.

"Don't go," he whispers. Her neck is so *warm*, warmer than the pool, and her wet hair clings to it gracefully. He turns his head and nuzzles her before he realizes he's doing it. "I just..."

"Bart," her voice is a warning. "Let go."

His words come out in a tumble. "I wasn't going to bother you, but you were here all alone and not moving and I wanted to make sure you were okay, and you're okay, *really* okay, and... and you look really pretty and I know you're sad about Donna, and Wonder Woman messed things up for you and Kon, and your life's been bad with school and that lasso and everything, but I just wanted you to know that--" He gives up and grinds his erection against her. "--I *missed* you."

"Oh *god*." Cassie's eyes flutter closed and her hips are moving again, and Bart realizes the jet has been pulsing on her this whole time. She tips her head back against Bart's shoulder. "Bart, this... what are you..."

One of his hands is still holding on to the side, but his other hand softly rubs her belly. He doesn't know what he wants to touch first, just that he wants to touch it *all*. She gasps when his hand brushes the low swell of her breast, so he cups it more firmly, squeezing gently.

Her nipple pokes through the fabric of her top. He pinches it experimentally, and she arches back against him. He manages to hang on to her, twisting her nipple and scraping his fingernail across it through the fabric. Cassie isn't trying to get away any more, but her body is tense all over. He licks her shoulder and scrapes his teeth along her damp neck, trying to be soothing but all it seems to do is make her buck *harder* in his arms.

"Cassie?"

"You're... god, you're a tease," she says breathlessly. The color is high in her cheeks.

"I-I'm not *trying* to be."

She snakes a hand behind her and Bart feels her fingers twitch between their bodies. The strings of her bathing suit top float free on the surface of the water.  The only thing holding it on is Bart's hand caressing her breast.

"Try it now."

Bart bites a groan on Cassie's shoulder and slides his hand under. Bare skin and warm and the 4-year-old in Bart's brain keeps yelling "boobies!" but Bart just tries to hold on while Cassie bucks every time he twists and plays with her nipples. She's making really *good* noises, not words at all but moans and she reaches back with one hand and *pulls* Bart tighter until his erection is practically nestled in her cleft. Wet fabric between them and Bart moans at the friction each time Cassie moves, which is nearly constant. He remembers that the jet is caressing her down there, and he has no idea how long it's going to take before she comes again, but he wants to *feel* that.

He lets go of her breast and trails his fingers down her stomach to the soft red of her bikini bottoms until he feels the heat between her legs. The jet's stream pulses on his hand as he rubs her cautiously. She's so *hot* there, and she's riding the slide of his fingers, head tossed back and working her hips.

"Cassie, I... you feel so *good*..."

She chokes out a laugh. "*You* feel good. I didn't think... god, don't stop..."

I won't, he wants to say, but all he can manage is moaning on her shoulder as he grinds against the firm curve of her ass.

Cassie is moaning too, biting her lip and thrusting against his hand. She growls, grabbing his hand, and suddenly he's *inside* her suit, and there's hair and skin, folds of it and his brain identifies all the medical terms of her physiology and that they're completely inadequate, because nothing as clinical as "vagina" or "labia minora" can describe how Cassie feels when he touches her there.  She's *wet* and it's not from the pool, and Bart wants to taste her but settles for sliding his fingers all around her folds.

Little nub and yes, that's got to be the clitoris from the way Cassie's hands dig into the edge of the pool and the inhuman, *good* noises she's making. He rubs that spot, moving his hand so the jet pulses against her but *he's* the one giving her clit the serious attention it deserves, especially now that she's panting and whimpering. She can't hold *still* and neither can Bart because he's shaking and almost vibrating and he needs to come but all he can do is hold on to the edge and try to keep moving his fingers on her clit and pant against her neck and *hold on*.

"God Bart, you feel so good, I didn't... I had no *idea*..."

"*Cassie.*" He lets go of the edge to cup her breast, letting his trembling fingers play on her nipple. She's the only one hanging on to the side of the pool now and he's hanging on to her and god, he's close, she's so hot in his hands and he's so *close*...

"Bart, are you..."

"*Yes*."

"Oh, *fuck*." All-over shudder through Bart's arms and Cassie stiffens and trembles. He can *feel* her muscles spasm in his hand as she arches back. He feels the clenching and he thinks about what it would be like to be *inside* all that wet heat squeezing around him, and that's all it takes for him to groan her name like a prayer and come inside his bathing suit.

He rests his forehead on her shoulder, eyes closed and he feels rather than sees her tug his hand out of her bottoms and plant it on the edge of the pool. He opens his eyes when he feels her push them to the side, away from the jet. She's smiling as she reaches for her top, which is threatening to float away.

"You okay?" she asks conversationally.

Complete sentences are nowhere in sight but... "Uh-huh."

She ties her top on and tips her head back to re-wet her hair. "So. That's you, missing me."

"Uh. Yeah." Higher brain functions are gone. So much for suave post-coital banter.

"I like it." She pushes a strand of wet hair out of his eyes. "I had no idea you could be so..."

Aggressive? he wonders. Clumsy? One of those knuckle-dragging caveman guys with a technical name that escapes him at the moment?

She shakes her head. "Goes to show, you only *look* sweet and innocent." She kisses him lightly before jumping out of the water. "I'm going to shower."

Sweet and innocent. So, he's got *that* kind of a face.

She pads wetly across the cement floor before glancing back at him expectantly. "You coming?"

Bart thinks he can live with that.
 

~end