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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.
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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"Why, thank you, Kon," Cassie replies, "That's a nice touch, definitely getting bonus points there."
She's moving up against him already.
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He jokes, with faux child-like excitement, "Do I get a Terf gun? That's like 9000 points, probably."
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"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."
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"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.
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"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?"
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Tackle!
"Mmmmmm." Kiss. "I'll take the macking, please. Possibly with a side of naked, hold the inhibition."
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"Points redeemed," she announces, between kisses, and pushes him over so she can be on top, straddling him.
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"Hello girls. I've missed you. Have you missed me? My, you're looking so pert today..."
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"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.
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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...
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||Unauthorized fraternization detected! Cease and desist immediately! Fraternization between podmates is not permitted!||
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"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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Touching Cassie extends his tactile telekinesis over her to keep off the rain--and he won't be able to keep it up for long. It's just, of all things, TTK is actually the easiest for him to do, given it was the first power he ever had. It takes less energy.
"Stacy. Stacy Stacy Stacy, you lovely lady you: nookie is seriously not allowed? I mean you give us crappy food, we can't go home, there's timeline-related angst, and we can't, y'know...do any zooshing of the swoosh? You can't maybe overlook it--and I mean really overlook it, as in, no watching--just this once?"
||Fraternization between podmates is not allowed.||
Kon slams his head back into the blanket--and thus, the ground, though he doesn't stop touching Cassie's arm to keep the rain off her.
"Maaan!"
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She shifts, looking around for any indication of anything unusual. In a Sensorium, that's not exactly going to help.
Cassie wonders what it'll do if they try anyway.
"Are you kidding? Where do you even begin to draw the line on something like that? We were just... ugh!"
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The storm stops and the sun comes back, but there's the rumble of threatening clouds making it clear if they try again, the same thing will happen.
And if she's watching, she'll likely rain on their parade somehow elsewhere around the ship.
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"This. Is so not fair."
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"I know! I can't believe it. What's it afraid we're going do, breed an army to fight back with?"
She reaches and touches his shoulder, tentatively, looking up to see if they're going to get another cold shower.
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If they can't do more, he'll take cuddling. Even if he's immensely frustrated right now.
He looks up at the projected sky and sighs.
"Number 65. 'Fine someplace that allows sexy funtimes.'"
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"And doesn't watch you do it," she says, giving the sky a suspicious look. "Does Stacy see everything, everywhere?"
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A pause. A barn, a beach, and random places in the city. Not that Cassie cares too much, but wow, they're off to an unusual start.
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He practically giggles.
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But then she grins. That's true, isn't it? "With sheets and everything? Woah there, don't blow my sheltered mind."
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"Okay, I have sucked at the romance. This is true."
He nuzzles her neck.
"I don't know when, I don't know how, but somehow, I promise it'll be me and you, and a date at some fancy place where they have tiny, tiny servings and way too many types of forks--and dancing, maybe. And then afterward, some nice place with a bed, and soft sheets, fluffy pillows, and bubbly drinks, and--and rose petals! On the bed. Or something. Maybe a hot tub with bubbles. Then me and you will get all cozy."
Humming happily, he presses kisses to her neck, and then looks at her and tilts her head to meet his eyes.
"Everything'll be fancy and classy, like you deserve, and I'll make you feel oh so good, all night long."
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