trans_9 | Coping at Ke'e Beach

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Coping at Ke'e Beach

So, what do you do when you find out you're going to die? Kon's seen how thrown Kal is from his death--but Kal comes back. Even if he doesn't believe it now, Kon knows this, and he knows that he's not likely to have the same thing happen to him. He's not Kal. The world doesn't need him like it needs Kal, so why would he come back?

Heh. The Good Ship Stacy: two good-as-dead Super-guys enter, one super-guy leaves.

...Okay, that's kinda not funny.

Superboy doesn't know if he can take his mentor's tack of playing it by ear and trying his best to help everyone else. He doesn't know if he can get over the whole feeling lost part of it to get to what he needs to do, and just deal with their situation here.

Even after all his talk to Tim of not avoiding people, Kon deals at first by avoiding the others. But it's just for a bit, just a little while, not like all that time he spent on the farm, hiding, after Luthor made him hurt everyone, and the difference is, he's not hiding from coping, or repressing, this is how he copes. He just doesn't like people to see the initial anger--and it is anger, that he expresses by punching robots in the Sensorium until his knuckles start to bleed.

Heh, and that leads to his other problem. Not enough sunlight. The stuff in the Sensoriums feels like the real deal, but it's obviously not, if he can't process it so that his powers stay at full super-levels, and the light that Will kid's been conjuring up for him is weak. He's going on empty now. He can be hurt.

And it just drives it home even more exactly how...mortal he is.

But if anyone comes looking for him and poke their head in the Sensorium, they'll find him not punching robots or moping and brooding. If they peek in, they'll see him sitting on a rock on a beach bathed in the glow of a Hawaiian sunset. He hasn't availed himself of holographic clothes, but his plantsuit is stripped down to his waist, and he's writing things on one of the media pads from the Media Library, a thoughtful look on his face.

"--Have I ever been sledding? No. Better put that on there..."

Denial, anger, bargaining, depression... is he at acceptance already? Maybe his general attitude of rocketing through his life at warp speed is benefiting him for once.

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"Alright."

Cassie lets her arms slide off him and she steps up onto the rock and sits down with him, close. She leans against him.

"Never been sledding, huh?"

"Nope. Hawaii's kinda a little warm for snow, and Kansas is kinda flat. It's weird. I've played baseball on alien planets, but do you know, I've never gone rollerskating? It's been all about the surfing and cliff-diving and stuff."

He flicks through his list. "I have a ton of stuff I still wanna do. Go snowboarding and/or sledding, climb a mountain--without flying. Play baseball and/or football and win--with no power use (and not when the fate of two planets is on the line)."

It's a pretty long list.

"Read War and Peace, so I'm part of the point-oh-oh-oh-one percent of the population that's actually read it and not just saying they read it to sound smart. These ones are a little harder: Spit off the top of the Daily Planet. Spit on the Lexcorp Tower..."

“So you skipped all the boring little stuff and went for the flashier stuff,” she says, “but I can see why you’d want to try them. A lot of it sounds pretty fun.”

Cassie thinks some of it is the kind of stuff that Tim will call bad ideas.

But as much as what he’s doing scares her with all that harsh reality –– a bucket list? –– it has its merits. Real merits. It sounds like Kon wants to do that “really living” thing and she admires that, and it’s hard to get that smile off her face for even a moment.

“You HAVEN’T spit on the Lexcorp Tower?”

"Pfft. It's not for lack of wanting to, believe me. Just one more reason I shouldn't have holed up in the farm all that time."

"Somehow, then, we'll get you back there, you can do it, and we'll even take a picture."

Cassie wants to fall right into this whole idea, and she's happy to oblige him. She scans the list and gives him a determined look.

"Well, what can we start on today?"

"Hmmm..."

Kon suddenly gets a sly look, tilts the list away from her and then writes something, then turns it back to face her.

"How about number 54?"

"And what's number 54?"

She raises her eyebrows as he writes, and then leans to look. Totally not what she was expecting.

"Land Before Time? That one about the baby dinosaurs?"

"Whoops, wait, wrong one. Heh."

There are a lot of movies he's never seen and kinda wants to watch

...Annnd some of 'em are freakin' embarrassing.

"Sixty-four, rather."

That one reads:

64. Ravish my girlfriend on a beach.

"Well, look at where we are. This appears to be a beach!" Kon says, looking around as if he's surprised.

She snorts. Whatever, it's cute.

Cassie leans to look again, and scans down to it. She pauses, and then looks at him with a raised eyebrow and a smile. Her tone is playful, and one hand settles on his thigh.

"Oh yeah? That's pretty convenient."

His hand sliiides over where her hand is on his thigh, just holding it there and brushing his fingers against hers.

"Yeah, funny that."

He looks down at himself.

"Oh, wow, and I'm already shirtless, too. That's also very convenient!"

She puts on a look of mock surprise.

"Really? Well, looks like you're on the right track to getting one of those things crossed off already!"

But that look is quickly followed by a grin –– so silly, so awkward –– before giving him one of those looks. If the tomboy-slash-history-nerd-next-door can pull off sexy, this is close to it.

Her other hand's on the clasp of her plantsuit.

"And, it is pretty warm out here to be wearing a whole jumpsuit."

"Stacy, um, um... blanket! Sheet. You know. On the sand. Thing. Yes."

A large blanket appears there, and Kon hops off the rock, holding out his hand.

"My lady. Your blanket awaits."

Cassie takes his hand.

"Why, thank you, Kon," Cassie replies, "That's a nice touch, definitely getting bonus points there."

She's moving up against him already.

"If I collect enough of them, do I get a prize, like at Cheesy Chuck's?" he asks, arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her down on the blanket with him and in nice and cozy-close.

He jokes, with faux child-like excitement, "Do I get a Terf gun? That's like 9000 points, probably."

Down they go. She touches her fingertips to his bare chest, playfully.

"Maybe," she says. "Is getting a Terf gun on the list? 'Cause there might be better things you can do with nine thousand Cassie points."

He just laughs now, and kisses her, arms wrapped around her.

"How many points do I have to cash in for you to, um, shrug up that little admittedly-wonderfully-skintight number. Do I have enough points for that? I think that's higher up on the list than pneumatic foam guns." He squints one eye closed. "Possibly."

He adds, in a bold-faced lie, "Not higher up on the list than getting my own Superplane, though."

That's way lower on the list than getting nookie, the liar.

Mm, kiss.

"You've gotten enough points over the years. Want to cash in or are you saving them for something?" He's been getting points since she joined Young Justice, all because hey, he was cute. She adds: "And as if what I usually wear isn't skintight."

Red metallic spandex? So her thing. Moreso than plants, anyway.

But that look is so unconvinced.

"So if you had enough points for a Superplane right now, what would you do?"

"Boy, that's a tough one..." he says. "...Not."

Tackle!

"Mmmmmm." Kiss. "I'll take the macking, please. Possibly with a side of naked, hold the inhibition."

She pulls the clasp and lets her plantsuit open.

"Points redeemed," she announces, between kisses, and pushes him over so she can be on top, straddling him.

Holy snaaaap. When they'd done it in the barn, it'd been kinda awkward and tender and loving on both their parts. Very intense. They hadn't had much of a chance to just...play like this. But now, man, he is liking this Cassie being aggressive with him thing. Idly, he wonders if maybe they can do anything fun with the lasso...

"Hello girls. I've missed you. Have you missed me? My, you're looking so pert today..."

Oh my god, she can't deny herself a bit of laughter at that one.

"We've missed you," she replies. She's pretty sure she's a bit red in the face but she doesn't care. Cassie shrugs her shoulders out of the suit and leans down to kiss him again.

Laughter is the goal here. He loves when she laughs. (Partly because, yes, he likes when she's smiling and happy and partly because she jiggles! =D)

Today is a good day to have eyes. And hands.

There's one thing they can't do here, and they especially know it after their little scare in the barn, what with their lack of, um, protection, but there's lots of other things they can do, on this perfect beach where the sand doesn't get in uncomfortable places and the sunset never ends. So what if it's on a disgusting armpit of an alien spaceship? They're young and in love, and when it's like this, he feels like he's going to live forever, because everything's so caught up in this moment of sustained perfection that time's practically standing still.

Her skin is so soft, and she smells so good, and her hands are--oh lord, her hands. They wander places that make his breath catch blissfully. His wander, too, and before long, their suits are mostly off and unraveled, and they have more skin touching skin than clothes touching it, as they take turns wrestling the other down. (Their whole relationship has been give and take, both of them being strong, so why stop here?)

"Cassie..." he whispers, in between kissing his way down her body.

That living thing he wants to do, while he still can? That time he wants to spend with her, while he has it? They're blending into one beautiful, beautiful thing, that's about to get a whole lot more fun in a second...

That's when the Sensoriums suddenly project a torrential downpour of freezing rain.

||Unauthorized fraternization detected! Cease and desist immediately! Fraternization between podmates is not permitted!||

"AAAUGH! WHAT THE HELL?"

Cassie's breath catches in her throat at the same time as they get doused; she lets out a startled yelp, and in her scramble to get up she nearly knees him.

"SERIOUSLY?"

If there ever was a mood-killer, that was it. Between being watched and the freezing rain, who'd want to keep going?

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