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Six Days, Seven Nights by Keelywolfe (NC-17)
Fandom: DC COMICS
Pairing: Connor Hawke/Kyle Rayner (aka Green Arrow II/Green Lantern...uh V?)
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
keelywolfe
Author Website: Keelywolfe's Fanfiction
Why this must be read:
It's cute, it's funny, it's sexy...what more do you need? The latest (and until recently the only) Green Lantern is sleepwalking, er sleepflying, uh...look, he's showing up in the second Green Arrow's bed every night and nobody knows why. So, while Martian Manhunter tries psychotherapy, Green Arrow tries to adjust to having his friend show up in his sleep. And then there's the sex. In his sleep.
Being an underaged vigilante sounded a lot more fun before the realities of it had hit home. Training had only been the first course of it; no one had mentioned to Mia that finding time to do her homework, much less to sleep, would become an Olympic event. Although it did explain why there were so many textbooks lying around the Titan tower on the weekends.
She had never really considered that she might someday end up sitting in the kitchen in her uniform trying to make the symbols in her Trig book look a little less like an alien language so she could actually get some sleep when she came home from school, and yet, it happened all the time. On the sleepier days, the 'Superboy Method' of letting Kid Flash do his assignments looked pretty damned tempting but there was no way in hell she was letting Robin see her do that, so, no. Morning trig and fresh coffee, in her uniform, and God, her life was so cool sometimes.
She was just finishing problem #34 and reaching for her second of the doughnuts that Ollie had thoughtfully donated to her cause when Kyle walked in the kitchen. In his underwear.
She watched him get a cup out of the dish drainer and splash coffee into it. No sugar, one spoon of that nasty non-dairy crap that Ollie liked, and then he held the cup up and just inhaled, deeply. Yeah, she drank coffee like that some mornings. Like she could absorb it right through her pores and get the caffeine a split second sooner than the actual liquid touching her lips. He leaned against the counter as he sipped it. Boxer-briefs. Nice.
He was drinking in slow, measured sips, practically rolling the coffee in his mouth like a wine tester. Kyle seemed to have the same proper appreciation for the bean that she did, so add that to the boxer-briefs and he seemed like a pretty fine guy.
Coffee finished, Kyle rinsed the cup and put it in the sink, and walked away. Up the stairs.
Surreal moment of the day past, Mia went back to her Trig.
It was nearly ten minutes later when Connor came in, yawning. Mask off but still in uniform and when she pushed the box of doughnuts in his direction, offering, he very politely ignored it. The veganistic brat.
"Hey. Kyle was just here," she said, neatly writing her answer for #39. One more and she could embrace her shower.
"Kyle?"
"Yeah, you know. Kyle?" She lifted one hand and waggled her ring finger. "He was here."
Connor stood up abruptly, any signs of exhaustion vanishing. It was a trick she was going to learn from him one of these days. "What did he need? Is something wrong, did he tell you he needed help?"
"I guess he just stopped by for coffee."
"Coffee," Connor repeated blankly.
"Yeah." She shrugged and gestured at the stairs. "He went that way."
"O-kay." Connor stood up to go after him.
"Ask him what's up with the underwear."
Connor blinked. "Will do."
Homework finally finished, Mia tucked the works into her backpack and headed up the stairs after him. Morning trig, good coffee, tasty men in their underwear, and now, a long hot shower. Yeah, her life was of the good. Oh, yeah.
Six Days, Seven Nights
Pairing: Connor Hawke/Kyle Rayner (aka Green Arrow II/Green Lantern...uh V?)
Author on LJ:
keelywolfeAuthor Website: Keelywolfe's Fanfiction
Why this must be read:
It's cute, it's funny, it's sexy...what more do you need? The latest (and until recently the only) Green Lantern is sleepwalking, er sleepflying, uh...look, he's showing up in the second Green Arrow's bed every night and nobody knows why. So, while Martian Manhunter tries psychotherapy, Green Arrow tries to adjust to having his friend show up in his sleep. And then there's the sex. In his sleep.
Being an underaged vigilante sounded a lot more fun before the realities of it had hit home. Training had only been the first course of it; no one had mentioned to Mia that finding time to do her homework, much less to sleep, would become an Olympic event. Although it did explain why there were so many textbooks lying around the Titan tower on the weekends.
She had never really considered that she might someday end up sitting in the kitchen in her uniform trying to make the symbols in her Trig book look a little less like an alien language so she could actually get some sleep when she came home from school, and yet, it happened all the time. On the sleepier days, the 'Superboy Method' of letting Kid Flash do his assignments looked pretty damned tempting but there was no way in hell she was letting Robin see her do that, so, no. Morning trig and fresh coffee, in her uniform, and God, her life was so cool sometimes.
She was just finishing problem #34 and reaching for her second of the doughnuts that Ollie had thoughtfully donated to her cause when Kyle walked in the kitchen. In his underwear.
She watched him get a cup out of the dish drainer and splash coffee into it. No sugar, one spoon of that nasty non-dairy crap that Ollie liked, and then he held the cup up and just inhaled, deeply. Yeah, she drank coffee like that some mornings. Like she could absorb it right through her pores and get the caffeine a split second sooner than the actual liquid touching her lips. He leaned against the counter as he sipped it. Boxer-briefs. Nice.
He was drinking in slow, measured sips, practically rolling the coffee in his mouth like a wine tester. Kyle seemed to have the same proper appreciation for the bean that she did, so add that to the boxer-briefs and he seemed like a pretty fine guy.
Coffee finished, Kyle rinsed the cup and put it in the sink, and walked away. Up the stairs.
Surreal moment of the day past, Mia went back to her Trig.
It was nearly ten minutes later when Connor came in, yawning. Mask off but still in uniform and when she pushed the box of doughnuts in his direction, offering, he very politely ignored it. The veganistic brat.
"Hey. Kyle was just here," she said, neatly writing her answer for #39. One more and she could embrace her shower.
"Kyle?"
"Yeah, you know. Kyle?" She lifted one hand and waggled her ring finger. "He was here."
Connor stood up abruptly, any signs of exhaustion vanishing. It was a trick she was going to learn from him one of these days. "What did he need? Is something wrong, did he tell you he needed help?"
"I guess he just stopped by for coffee."
"Coffee," Connor repeated blankly.
"Yeah." She shrugged and gestured at the stairs. "He went that way."
"O-kay." Connor stood up to go after him.
"Ask him what's up with the underwear."
Connor blinked. "Will do."
Homework finally finished, Mia tucked the works into her backpack and headed up the stairs after him. Morning trig, good coffee, tasty men in their underwear, and now, a long hot shower. Yeah, her life was of the good. Oh, yeah.
Six Days, Seven Nights