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darkdanc3r, NC17
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Fandom: DC COMICS
Pairing: Rose/Tim
Length: 2067
Author on LJ:darkdanc3r
Author Website: her livejournal
Why this must be read: This fic introduced me to both Tim and Rose (though I vaguely remembered them from DC Comics which I'd stopped reading around 1995 and this was 2006) and sent me scurrying for the issue of Teen Titans in which she was naked in his bed. The fic is hot and sweet and a bit desperate, but what it really is is the beginning of an unfinished long series of mostly Tim/Rose but with a bit of Dick/Roy thrown in. In the series, her Slade is wonderfully written as is Bruce. But, in this fic alone, it's the very hot sex and excellently written sparring scene which are the stars. For the rest of the series click on the "love around you" tag.
The kiss came out of nowhere, as far as Tim was concerned; it was almost as shocking to find himself pinned by her lithe body. He fought down a surge of arousal and broke the kiss and pin in the same move, rolling back to his feet. He refused to let a kiss ruin a perfectly good sparring match, though he made a note to remind her - again - about inappropriate behavior.
Rose hid her smile behind a handspring, kicking out at Tim as she moved. She’d felt him react to her kiss, felt him start to kiss her back before he broke the pin. Finally she was getting somewhere with the infuriating man, and she fully intended to make sure she didn’t lose that hold on him.
He leapt out of the way of her kick, and realized with a slight widening of his eyes behind the mask that he recognized the not-style she was using now. It was Dick’s favorite style – attacks from every angle and every style, seemingly at random… like capoiera on speed. Instinctively, he fell into the patterns he’d learned from Dick to counter as much of it as possible, though Rose’s speed made even the simpler counters difficult to manage. Still, although she’d learned Dick’s style well, she wasn’t Dick, and Tim found enough of a gap in her form to pin her.
If he’d thought that being the one doing the pinning would keep Rose behaving, he was sorely mistaken. She tangled one gauntleted hand in his short hair and dragged his head down to kiss him deeply. He actually growled at her when she dragged his head down and – wondering if he was insane for doing it – turned the tables by kissing her as deeply as he could. Later, he’d claim he only kissed because his blood was running hot from the sparring.
Absence of Thought
Fandom: DC COMICS
Pairing: Rose/Tim
Length: 2067
Author on LJ:
darkdanc3rAuthor Website: her livejournal
Why this must be read: This fic introduced me to both Tim and Rose (though I vaguely remembered them from DC Comics which I'd stopped reading around 1995 and this was 2006) and sent me scurrying for the issue of Teen Titans in which she was naked in his bed. The fic is hot and sweet and a bit desperate, but what it really is is the beginning of an unfinished long series of mostly Tim/Rose but with a bit of Dick/Roy thrown in. In the series, her Slade is wonderfully written as is Bruce. But, in this fic alone, it's the very hot sex and excellently written sparring scene which are the stars. For the rest of the series click on the "love around you" tag.
The kiss came out of nowhere, as far as Tim was concerned; it was almost as shocking to find himself pinned by her lithe body. He fought down a surge of arousal and broke the kiss and pin in the same move, rolling back to his feet. He refused to let a kiss ruin a perfectly good sparring match, though he made a note to remind her - again - about inappropriate behavior.
Rose hid her smile behind a handspring, kicking out at Tim as she moved. She’d felt him react to her kiss, felt him start to kiss her back before he broke the pin. Finally she was getting somewhere with the infuriating man, and she fully intended to make sure she didn’t lose that hold on him.
He leapt out of the way of her kick, and realized with a slight widening of his eyes behind the mask that he recognized the not-style she was using now. It was Dick’s favorite style – attacks from every angle and every style, seemingly at random… like capoiera on speed. Instinctively, he fell into the patterns he’d learned from Dick to counter as much of it as possible, though Rose’s speed made even the simpler counters difficult to manage. Still, although she’d learned Dick’s style well, she wasn’t Dick, and Tim found enough of a gap in her form to pin her.
If he’d thought that being the one doing the pinning would keep Rose behaving, he was sorely mistaken. She tangled one gauntleted hand in his short hair and dragged his head down to kiss him deeply. He actually growled at her when she dragged his head down and – wondering if he was insane for doing it – turned the tables by kissing her as deeply as he could. Later, he’d claim he only kissed because his blood was running hot from the sparring.
Absence of Thought