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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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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?

Kon does! But not under these conditions.

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!"

"Why not?" Cassie says. But she won't ask permission and say "please", not to some voyeuristic sex-restricting spaceship, she just won't. The look on her face pretty much echos that sentiment.

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!"

||Information is classified. Fraternization between podmates is not allowed. This has been your only warning.||

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.

Kon stops extending his teke field and lays there, soaked, looking abso-friggen-lutely miserable.

"This. Is so not fair."

Cassie sighs, flopping back down and pressing her palms against her eyes. She makes a noise of frustration at the back of her throat.

"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.

That seems to be okay, so Kon tentatively pulls her in close, still breathing a little hard. Their skin sticks together, like that night that they boogied in the barn (http://so-pregnable.livejournal.com/4779.html).

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.'"

Cassie goes with the pull, slumping down against him. She presses her face into the crook in his neck and wraps an arm around him. Cuddling, she can do. Her heart's still racing.

"And doesn't watch you do it," she says, giving the sky a suspicious look. "Does Stacy see everything, everywhere?"

Snuggle snuggle snuggle. "I heard there's a few blank spots, but they're down in the city."

"Eeeh. What would we do? Work our way around waiting to see where we don't get hosed down?" She's half joking, and half curious.

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.

"Nah, that's kinda not classy." After a pause, he adds, "I have noticed we have a really weird thing going here with trying to do stuff in anywhere but a bedroom. We should really get all kinky and try it in an actual bed sometime."

He practically giggles.

"Yeah, definitely not digging the idea of being that couple on the ship, eugh," Cassie replies.

But then she grins. That's true, isn't it? "With sheets and everything? Woah there, don't blow my sheltered mind."

Kon outright laughs, and rolls half over, even closer to her, and runs his hand down her stomach.

"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."

"It's not really sucking if you were kidnapped from our first date," she teases.

She smiles, admiring those brilliant baby blues for a moment, and she says, "As long as it's us together, that stuff is just icing on the cake, but... I'm totally looking forward to that. So I'm holding you to that promise, bud."

Cassie pushes herself up a bit to give him a kiss, fingers splayed against his stomach. Eat your heart out, Stacy, she'll keep it as chaste as possible.

"Aaaand... I'm going to make you feel really good, too."

He arches an eyebrow.

"Yeah?" Hur hur hur. Girl. "I feel really good right now. Not that kinda good, but...good."

He closes his eyes. The orange rays of the setting sun are beating down on his face, even if it's fake, and man, this feels all cozy and nice.

That's when he yawns, hugely, stretching comfortably under her touch.

"Like sleepy-good."

Perhaps responding to his subconscious, the sun starts to finish its long trek to hide behind the horizon. It's a beautiful sight. He's seen a lot of Hawaiian sunsets and it's like the Sensoriums dipped into his subconscious to cram them all into one.

"Sleeping on the beach sounds better than those... holes in the wall," she says. That yawn is infectious. She looks up at the sunset as the light starts to dim.

She's on a simulated beach on the coast of Hawaii, with Kon and a sunset, with sticky skin and soaking wet hair, and despite the setbacks and confusion, she can push that behind her for now. It doesn't matter. She's happy there.

Her hand is on his bare chest and the stars are peeking out, and a full moon is rising.

After all he's found out about what's supposed to happen, he still really has no idea what's going to happen next.

It doesn't matter. Right now, he's comfy, and thus, he starts to drift off.

Strangely enough, other than the slight sexual frustration, his mind is at ease. He has his list of stuff to do, and he has his girlfriend, and he has friends and family here.

He has some time.

So fuck dying (at least for now). He's going to live.

...At least long enough to get laid again. (Stupid Stacy).

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