Im Sorry I Ruined Sexy Girl On Girl Pillow Fights For You. Want Me To Make It Up To You?

“I’m sorry I ruined sexy girl on girl pillow fights for you. Want me to make it up to you?”

“How were you thi-“ was as far as Brian got before Ash smacked him upside the head with one of the bed pillows. There was barely any force behind it, just a playful thump across his face. He shook it off, then looked back up at her. “Really?” he asked. “How is that making it up to me?”

“Tell you after you take off your shirt,” she purred, the heat behind it making it sound almost like a growl instead.

“So, worried about nothing?” Himiko asked, as she sidled up to him.

“Nope,” he replied, as he dropped his old form, “it's exactly what I was afraid of.” He could feel feline ears extending out of the side of his head, his tail was now as fluffy as the tuft at the end all over, and he felt his finger muscles shifting and contorting. When he looked down at his hands, they still looked mostly normal, if a bit pointy. But a flex extended inch-long claws from his fingertips.

“Oh my gosh," Himiko squealed, as she pounced on him, "you are the cutest thing ever!” Her hands immediately began to run over his ears, eyes lighting up as he squirmed at the little sparks of pleasure running down from them through his body. “I want to brush you and scratch behind your ears and play foxtail with you and rub your tummy!”

Taro would never have noticed before, but behind that apparent glee, there was a strange somberness. “Himiko,” he asked, interrupting her put-on reverie, “are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah," she mumbled, "why wouldn’t I be?”

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cassandra Cain/Original Male Character Characters: Cassandra Cain, Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Romance, Fluff, Secret Identity Fail, Meet-Cute, Falling In Love Summary:

He thought he had the worst luck: First he wakes up in Gotham City, then he recognizes the one member of the Bat-Family who can tell when someone sees through her secret identity. She doesn't seem angry, though; maybe things are finally looking up?

"I’m actually giving Tsuyu the right of first refusal.”

Tsuyu turned her head when she heard her name, then croaked with amusement and turned back to Ikuko and Mina. “I’m good."

“You sure?" he asked. "I just picked up a new Quirk that I think you might like.”

She put a finger to her lip, contemplating, then shook her head. “Last time was great, but unless you’ve figured out a way to use your Tantric Quirk while you’re a girl, I think I’d prefer the real thing. "

Taro closed his eyes, and Hatsuko opened them. “Funny thing about that,” she said.

“So, basically just a big game date?” Ash asked, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

“Yeah, um, something like that,” Brian mumbled, looking up at her face, devoid of her usual infectious grin. A feeling of grim certainty wrapped around his chest. “You don’t like the idea, do you?”

“Hey, c’mon, gimme a chance to try it first,” she whispered, running her fingers through his scalp. “I really do want to do this with you, Brian. I just, y’know, might not be able to do the whole game room thing the way you can. Is that okay,” she asked him, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Cass,” he mumbled between kisses, “Cass, I - mmf - I gotta unlock the door.”

She heard him. He knew she heard him, from the playful way her lips curled as she kissed him yet again. But she either pretended not to, or just ignored him, her gentle hands stroking his face, her needy tongue curling its way through his mouth. She had him pinned against the wall, her firm breasts pressing against his chest as she stood on her tip-toes, and showed no signs of letting him go. But one of her hands still slid from his face down his back, squeezing his ass roughly, before slipping into his pocket and passing him the keys.

Head swimming with lust, body pinned by the amorous superheroine, it took him some time to fumble the key into the deadbolt. It took longer still for him to scrape across the particle board and into the doorknob; he almost lost them a second time when that roaming hand of hers reached back into his pants, fingers slowly teasing their way down his pubic mound. Before she could reach her goal, he managed to unlock it, the door swinging open, the two slipping inside as it swung shut behind them.

“Bed,” he finally managed to mumble through her aggressive kisses, “much more - mmm - more comfortable. Besides - mmf - don’t you - ahh - want to get out of those - mmm - those wet clothes?” He punctuated his question by snaking a hand down her body, sending it between her legs, stroking the little wet patch, a perfect little oval, that she’d left in the thick denim of her jeans.