Pairing: Jaime/Cassie
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1,100
Prompt: Cassie gets hit with Poison Ivy's lust pollen.
For: justplainsomething

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She doesn't really remember how they ended up like this, but maybe it's because her head is still a little fuzzy from their encounter with Poison Ivy. She took a pretty hard blow from one of Ivy's monstrous plants and they obviously brought her back to the Cave while she was still out, because she woke up in her room with this heat between her legs.

"Jaime," she breathes.

He presses their lips together and kisses her a little harder, pressing her back against the bookcase.

Then he slides his lips from hers and kisses the underside of her jaw, thumbs digging ever so slightly into her hips, and she tips her head back and moans softly. He murmurs something she doesn't understand and then nips at her skin, runs his tongue along the marks he made before kissing them.

He hooks his fingers underneath the waistband and asks, "Are you sure about this?"

She whimpers as his fingers, hot against her skin, start pushing her pants and panties too slowly off of her hips.

"We can stop right now," he says.

"No," she breathes, pushing a hand into his hair and bringing his lips back up to hers, kissing him before adding, "Don't stop."

He mutters something in Spanish and kisses her a little dirtier than before, pushing her pants and panties down so that they fall to her feet on the floor. He grazes his knuckles up her soaked folds and she trembles slightly, her free hand gripping the edge of one of the shelves as she kisses harder, pushing her tongue passed his lips.

Then he slides his fingertips over her center and her legs buck in response, and he steadies her with his other hand at her hip.

"Jaime," she gasps.

He draws her moisture around, sliding his fingers against her folds before circling clit, and she lets out this breathy moan. "Feels so good," he whispers into her ear as he dips two fingers into her, and she rolls her hips against his hand.

He's right. That feels so good.

Then she hears voices, except they sound muffled, as if they were being drowned out by the wall behind them.

She bites her lower lip to keep from making any sounds, which is hard as Jaime works his fingers in and out of her a little faster, a little harder. "She hit her head pretty hard," a voice says from outside. It sounds like Dick. Cassie has no idea why the thought makes her that much wetter, Jaime fingering her while their friends are just in the other room.

"Maybe," a voice that sounds like Barbara's replies. "But shouldn't she be waking up soon?"

Jaime stalls his hand and she whimpers his name.

"It's hard to say," Dick sighs.

Jaime drags his fingers up her center and then begins circling her clit slowly as he sucks down on her pulse. She tries to bring her hand up to cover her mouth, but he grasps her wrist and holds it in place, swipes his fingers over her bundle and makes her yelp before beginning to slowly circle her clit once more. Her legs tremble.

"Maybe," Dick continues, "it's because she was hit by a pretty heavy dosage of Ivy's spores. I mean, you were, too, but it wasn't too much. I mean, you were still able to—"

"Shut up," Barbara snaps. Dick laughs faintly.

Jaime swipes her clit once, twice more. Cassie squeezes her eyes shut and mewls. Oh Hera, she hopes that Dick and Barbara can't hear them right now. But did they just say… that she was hit by Ivy's spores? She can't even remember that.

"Should we try to wake her?" a third voice asks. It sounds familiar, but right now, Jaime is alternating between circling her clit and working his fingers in and out of her and it's hard for her to concentrate on anything other than trying to be quiet right now, which he is making impossible for her.

Isn't he worried that they're going to get caught?

Then he thrusts his fingers deeper and presses his palm against her, and she gasps loudly as he slides his fingers against her folds and circles her clit again. And she'd be more worried about how they're definitely going to get caught if she weren't so close. Jaime swipes his over her clit again and then presses down, circling, and she moans his name.

"I think… I think she's starting to wake up," the third voice says, and she tips her head back as he pushes his fingers back into her, thumb swiping over her clit.

"Cassie?"

She sucks in a gasp, eyes flying open before squinting against the sting of the bright lights overhead. A hand squeezes hers softly and she sits herself up, a little too quickly, though, because a wave of vertigo hits her and she groans. When her vision finally focuses, she finds herself looking around her room.

"Cassie?" someone asks.

Jaime is sitting at a chair pulled up to her bed. Dick and Barbara stand behind him, Dick's arms crossed over his chest and Barbara's hand at the crook of his elbow.

She blinks rapidly a few times, feeling her breathing gradually begin to return to a normal rate. Her head is spinning and, underneath the sheets, she feels her sex throbbing in need, wanting relief. She can tell how drenched she is.

What's going on?

"How are you feeling?" Dick asks, eyebrows furrowing in concern.

"Yeah," she says, trying not to wince at how heavy and breathless she sounds. "I guess I'm just… tired."

"Sorry if we woke you," Barbara apologizes, reaching around Jaime to touch her forearm. "We were just worried. You hadn't woken up since Ivy knocked you out with her spores." Cassie swallows, hard, and nods. "We'll let you rest now," she tells her, but judging by the way she looks at Jaime, the comment is obviously for him.

"Right," Jaime says, standing up. He squeezes their joined hands again. "Get some rest, okay? Should we turn off the lights?"

She nods, lets him bring her hand up to his lips and kiss her knuckles, before leaning down and kissing her forehead. She tries, subtly, to press her legs together. Then he lets go of her hand and follows Dick and Barbara out of the room, flicking the lights off before the door slides closed.

Cassie presses her back against the mattress again, pushing her shorts and panties down off and then kicking them off beneath her covers. Her body practically burns with need, something she knows was definitely worsened by the hallucination, and she closes her eyes, spreading her legs and moaning softly as her fingers slide over her throbbing sex.