You know, it was pretty good to have a girl freind who connected with you on
so many levels. Like now, this was just too cool.
Impulse was at the Young Justice Headquarters, mostly because Robin had every
one promise to attempt a 24 hour a day awareness of world crisis. Secret and
Superboy's ability to not have parents switched off on overnights and school
hours. Which meant the others 'worked' week-ends and after school. Leaving
Impulse here rather than with Cassandra.
*****
"You want me to just be here, even though there's no supervillain?", Impulse
asked Robin. "But that'll cut into my girlfriend time!"
"Oh. She needs a lot of upkeep because she got pregnant by another guy, then
decided to make up for her father's crimes and impress you by endangering
herself and her baby needlessly, then gives the baby up and pretends nothing
happened and on top of all that has your pseudo father figure betray your
best kept secrets without caring one way or the other?"
"Well...no."
"No? So you got it pretty good?"
"I guess."
"Good. Be here early Saturday morning. MORNING."
*****
Hence, Bart was here in Young Justice HQ rather than watching cartoons with
Cassandra Cain in his lap like he had become accustomed to. Fortunately, when
he told her about this she gave him a video phone number. Unfortunately, when
he asked if calling it would allow people to trace it to the Batgirl she said
something like "Prophet tells me no one smarter than her with trace.".
But still, it was a happy time. With the computer checking for threats, he
was free to talk endlessly to his girl friend. With it being daylight in
Gotham, she was free to repeatedly 'fail' at hiding herself within a black
silk robe.
After she showed him her first scar and they still loved each other, the last
of their worries evaporated. She now knew that showing herself to him, bullet
holes or no, made him happy. So she did so a lot. Oops. Did that lapel slip
just a little to much from her left breast? Best hurry really fast to pick it
back up, huh? Especially since a girl popped out from the smoke around Bart.
Girl?
The image of Cassandra on the small view screen snatched her robe together.
Who are you talking to?, the Secret asked Bart innocently. The smoke-girl
materialized in mid air with her hips right next to Impulse' head and her
blonde head curiously staring at the viewer. Bart blushed partially for
Cassandra being only in a robe, partially for now having girl experience and
Secret effectively hanging herself on his shoulder and partially from having
Cassandra see the Secret balancing with a hand in his lap.
As for the Secret (who remained niavely oblivious to personal space, being
smoke and innocence), she kept her demure composure. Oh, hello Impulse' girl
friend., she greeted cheerfully. Cassandra clutched her robe together (not
out of modesty, but because her nudity belonged to Bart) and did the Bat
Glare at the smoke girl. 'Suzie' was so taken aback that she let a little of
what she actually was shine through. Cassandra was so taken aback that she
nearly let go of the robe.
"We were, uh, sort of talking here 'Suzie'.", Impulse told her. Cassandra
merely raised an eyebrow in annoyance.
Oh., the Secret sighed. I'm sorry. And with that, she wafted away. In the
doorway, she reformed. 'Suzie' cast a sad look at Impulse. Then she wafted
away.
Cassandra smiled because now she was 'alone' with her Bart again. Bart
frowned. "I should go after her and make her feel better.", he said.
"Oh.", Cassandra said. "Well...if that is what want to do..."
"Thanks. I'll talk to you later, okay?"
Cassandra held onto the robe like a security blanket. "Is okay."
*****
"S-s-sec-c-c-ret-t-t-t!", Impulse called out in reverb from about twelve
seperate spots. The boy raced around, through, inside and outside the head
quarters trying to find the Secret. He finally found a lot of her in an air
shaft. "Can you come out? Please?", Impulse said to her knees.
The Secret dissipated and her face showed up in the vent openning. But it's
dark, and tunnel-like and there is a light at the end of it in here. It's
really very comforting. And I felt like being comforted since you don't want
to be my friend any more.
"No, 'Suzie'.", Impulse blurted out. "Come out. Please?" The Secret looked
into herself for a moment, then smoke spilled out into the hall. The girl
reformed nearly a full top half in the hallway, with smoke spilling out from
underneath her jacket.
"Look, I'm still your friend, Suzie. What would make you think any thing
else?", Impulse implored.
Well, *sniff* you said that she was your girl friend. So I thought that all
your other friends that were girls...you would not want us any more. That we
were...replaced. She is not very friendly, any way.
Impulse kept from slapping himself. "No. Suzie...", Impulse started. If only
Carol hadn't kicked him to the curb when his comic book got cancelled...
"A girl friend is different than a friend who is a girl. Sort of. I mean, she
is my GIRLFRIEND but that doesn't mean that you aren't my friend." The Secret
looked at him as if seeing him from the first time.
Like a Mom and a Dad!, 'Suzie' exclaimed.
"Sort of...", Impulse admitted.
Maybe I could be one of your children?, the Secret asked. Impulse saw that
she was no longer about to cry and that her color had brightened
considerably.
"Uh, let me ask her."
Kon is here., the Secret declared.
Impulse blurred into the first room of the headquarters. The Secret was
already forming out of the part of her already present. Superboy floated
down with a box of donuts. "Whoa. What's all the rush about."
The Secret looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. You're my friend too, aren't
you?
"You know it babe.", he replied. Superboy tried to put his arm around her
affectionately but she hadn't formed substance and instantly wafted away.
Impulse piped up. "Are you and WonderGirl here for your shift?"
"Yeah. You don't think I'm carting around pink, heart shaped donuts for my
own self do ya?", Superboy answered. He openned the box and showed Impulse
the too cute donuts. "You know what this means don't ya?". Superboy elbowed
him lightly in the ribs.
"Don't ya? huh? Don't ya?", he continued. Elbowing lightly...with metahuman
tactile telekenetic enhanced strength.
"You stop elbowing me and I won't eat all those donuts before WonderGirl gets
here.", Impulse advised him.
"You couldn't even...", Superboy trailed off as one of the donuts literally
dissappeared before his very eyes.
Impulse licked his lips. "You were saying?".
"Cool. You can go now?"
Impulse blurred straight to Gotham.
*****
Impulse is suprised-and grateful-that Cassandra trusts him enough to have
shown where her cave was. And where all the traps were. Even with his powers
it was still a chore to get in.
This time he only accidentally triggered one. Wires and an elastic forming
gel were about to coat him until he vibrated his very molecular structure so
fast that he managed to dodge everything in 360 degrees atom by atom. The
walls of the tunnel he was in were stickier than anything though.
When he actually got into the cave, he peered into the darkness for at least
a couple of milliseconds. He still didn't see the fist coming from the
shadows. But that doesn't mean much at half the speed of light. Even though
the fist had connected, Impulse still had time to spin away before a single
cell had burst from the impact.
This left a startled boy in full superhero lycra looking at a horrified girl
in a black silk robe. Cassandra instantly threw herself to Impulse' knees.
Impulse took off the mask and his uniform top, leaving him in t-shirt, threw
himself to his knees, saw what Cassandra was doing, got back up, decided
better of it, thought for a couple of moments then decided to catch her.
The couple held each other on the cave floor.
"So sorry hit. Just reacted to intruder. Just want for happiness. If girl of
smoke make happy with powers, then go. Deserve happy..."
"Ididn'tmeantomakeyoujealous.Youdon'thavetobejealous.We'rejustfriends,that's
all,honest..."
"Just love so much. Please forgive."
"It'sjustthatIloveyousomuch.I'msosorry.Youcanhitmemoreifyouwant."
Cassandra Cain barely heard a word out of the steady drone. She did, however,
interpret all his little spasms and heaves. He still loved her. He wanted to
be forgiven for something. The hero thing! He saw she would be upset if he
left her for the smoke girl and that's what's making him upset.
The girl held him tightly and rocked back and forth slightly onto her heels.
"Sssshhh...", she comforted. "Love you. Want happy. Not hurt." Bart Allen
looked into her eyes.
"You're not dumping me?", he asked.
Cassandra moved just enough to straddle his lap. "Of...uh,...Course! Of
course not. Love. Am yours." She kissed him. "Want robe off now that alone?"
"Yes.", Bart answered instantly. He reconsidered his unhesitancy as impolite.
"Please?"
"Unwrap.", she told him. The boy slowly took his right hand from around her
and pulled on one of her lapels. The boxer's robe slid off Cassandra's
shoulder under his gentle coaxing. Once it slid, he could see a small,
perfectly circular mark.
*****
"What? You think you're going to be able to see all of a target's guards all
the time?", David Cain asked the toddler in his possession. "This dark room
and this sniper rifle have a few lessons to teach you girl. Don't worry.
They're low caliber."
*****
Cassandra slid over him like a liquid. She splashed against him like a wave.
His lips touched her shoulder and he drunk of her. The robe continued down
her arm. A light stripe was revealed.
*****
"Idiot.", the Batgirl declared. One assassin had levelled his rifle directly
at her when she's standing in between him and his unarmed cohort. She can't
take the chance that he might change his mind and not fire and she can no
longer see what he's thinking. So she rushes. The first shot glances of her
right arm. She'll take four more rounds and never reach him.
*****
And on it went. Every time a little more of the robe fell to Bart, a little
more of her past was revealed from Cassandra. But he still cared. He still
tasted her skin. To him, she was beautiful. His suckling from her was a
joyous celebration. She could imagine nursing him. His enjoying her hard
nipple didn't evoke the physical feeling she knew her training took from her.
But the emotion that she could provide something...nourushing.
Bart's actions made her her heart swell.
At least Bart could still be made to feel good. "Want shirt off?", Cassandra
asked.
He looked up from her. "Okay." He couldn't figure out how she managed to pull
his shirt off over his head and use the same motion to pull his lips exactly
level with hers. Cassandra made his lips seal to hers and coaxed his tongue
into her mouth. Her breasts were compressed by his chest baring down on her.
Her hands pulled him to her until he unconciously thrust against her. She had
been waiting for this.
Cassandra breaks their kisses. "Heard something new on HBO. Will let you own
me completely. Called 'fuck up ass'." Bart's eyes blew up. "Want try?"
After a billion nanoseconds of incredulous speechlessness, Bart found his
voice. "I don't want to hurt you.", was his first concern.
"Won't hurt. Besides, didn't ask 'hurt'. Asked you want.", Cassandra gazed
into his eyes hopefully. "Want you to have me. In way not David Cain, not the
Batman, not the Lady Shiva Wusan have me. Just you. You alone. You I love."
Bart communicated more with his eyes than his shuddering lip. "Please own
me."
The boy whispered. "okay." Cassandra kissed him again. "thanks?", he
continued.
Cassandra tugged at the waist band of his pants. Bart got the message and his
pants materialized about seven feet up in the air after he threw them off in
superspeed. "Said this make feel better.", she told him. The girl pulled a
tube of something marketed as 'Superlube-not just for WonderWoman any more!'
from one of her robe's pockets.
She pressed it into Bart's somewhat shaking hand. Then, naked before her
love, she turned over. "Like preparing before. Prepare now?" Cassandra
swivelled her hips in front of him. "Is easy."
Bart touched her back lightly with his free hand and nodded. From his hand,
she could feel not only that he nodded but his love and his protectiveness
and he hoped she'll like this as much as he know he will but she's more
important. "Will like.", she told him. Then she leans down.
*****
"Okay.", Bart says. "Tell me what you want."
Cassandra smiles. Then she smiles over her shoulder to him. "Put little on
finger. Touch where going to go. There. Feel it. Feel inside."
"Wow. You're openning up to me."
"Have very good muscle skills. Chi starts there.
"A-nee-way. Put finger in. Feel?"
"Yeah."
"Good. Push in little. Like in?"
"yeah..."
"Pretty big though. Add more...uh...gel(?), then use more finger. S.
Fingers.
"Do feel wet? Do feel soft?"
"uh-huh"
"Put gel on now. When covered, put tip to hole. Ready?"
Bart is way more than ready. She never ceases to amaze him. She really wants
him. She veiws being inside her this way as a favor. She loves him so much
that having a part of him inside her is a gift. That this is so giving of
herself is more than charity, more than loving...something that makes her-
generous? passionate? devoted? secure?
"Press."
"ungh"
"Good. Wow. Inside. Want more? Press."
"ungh"
"In. All way. Can touch me if like."
And he roams over her. He cover her like ivy covers a hill. Being in her is
more than he could say. He couldn't vocally respond if she asked him another
question-he's too busy running his hands through her hair, over her other
hair, inbetwen her muscles, under her breasts. His panting tongue is met by
her soothing one.
He's going to end quickly. She knows but that's what will be best for him. He
will climax. And in doing so, be with her in ways no one else ever has been.
Soon. She clenches around him. Soon.
The video phone clicks on. "See, I told you redial would work.", Superboy
says. The phone's gaze shows him the two on the floor.
There is no description for Impulse' expression as he injects his love before
an unexpected, unwelcome audience.
"She has got to have a sister."
so many levels. Like now, this was just too cool.
Impulse was at the Young Justice Headquarters, mostly because Robin had every
one promise to attempt a 24 hour a day awareness of world crisis. Secret and
Superboy's ability to not have parents switched off on overnights and school
hours. Which meant the others 'worked' week-ends and after school. Leaving
Impulse here rather than with Cassandra.
*****
"You want me to just be here, even though there's no supervillain?", Impulse
asked Robin. "But that'll cut into my girlfriend time!"
"Oh. She needs a lot of upkeep because she got pregnant by another guy, then
decided to make up for her father's crimes and impress you by endangering
herself and her baby needlessly, then gives the baby up and pretends nothing
happened and on top of all that has your pseudo father figure betray your
best kept secrets without caring one way or the other?"
"Well...no."
"No? So you got it pretty good?"
"I guess."
"Good. Be here early Saturday morning. MORNING."
*****
Hence, Bart was here in Young Justice HQ rather than watching cartoons with
Cassandra Cain in his lap like he had become accustomed to. Fortunately, when
he told her about this she gave him a video phone number. Unfortunately, when
he asked if calling it would allow people to trace it to the Batgirl she said
something like "Prophet tells me no one smarter than her with trace.".
But still, it was a happy time. With the computer checking for threats, he
was free to talk endlessly to his girl friend. With it being daylight in
Gotham, she was free to repeatedly 'fail' at hiding herself within a black
silk robe.
After she showed him her first scar and they still loved each other, the last
of their worries evaporated. She now knew that showing herself to him, bullet
holes or no, made him happy. So she did so a lot. Oops. Did that lapel slip
just a little to much from her left breast? Best hurry really fast to pick it
back up, huh? Especially since a girl popped out from the smoke around Bart.
Girl?
The image of Cassandra on the small view screen snatched her robe together.
Who are you talking to?, the Secret asked Bart innocently. The smoke-girl
materialized in mid air with her hips right next to Impulse' head and her
blonde head curiously staring at the viewer. Bart blushed partially for
Cassandra being only in a robe, partially for now having girl experience and
Secret effectively hanging herself on his shoulder and partially from having
Cassandra see the Secret balancing with a hand in his lap.
As for the Secret (who remained niavely oblivious to personal space, being
smoke and innocence), she kept her demure composure. Oh, hello Impulse' girl
friend., she greeted cheerfully. Cassandra clutched her robe together (not
out of modesty, but because her nudity belonged to Bart) and did the Bat
Glare at the smoke girl. 'Suzie' was so taken aback that she let a little of
what she actually was shine through. Cassandra was so taken aback that she
nearly let go of the robe.
"We were, uh, sort of talking here 'Suzie'.", Impulse told her. Cassandra
merely raised an eyebrow in annoyance.
Oh., the Secret sighed. I'm sorry. And with that, she wafted away. In the
doorway, she reformed. 'Suzie' cast a sad look at Impulse. Then she wafted
away.
Cassandra smiled because now she was 'alone' with her Bart again. Bart
frowned. "I should go after her and make her feel better.", he said.
"Oh.", Cassandra said. "Well...if that is what want to do..."
"Thanks. I'll talk to you later, okay?"
Cassandra held onto the robe like a security blanket. "Is okay."
*****
"S-s-sec-c-c-ret-t-t-t!", Impulse called out in reverb from about twelve
seperate spots. The boy raced around, through, inside and outside the head
quarters trying to find the Secret. He finally found a lot of her in an air
shaft. "Can you come out? Please?", Impulse said to her knees.
The Secret dissipated and her face showed up in the vent openning. But it's
dark, and tunnel-like and there is a light at the end of it in here. It's
really very comforting. And I felt like being comforted since you don't want
to be my friend any more.
"No, 'Suzie'.", Impulse blurted out. "Come out. Please?" The Secret looked
into herself for a moment, then smoke spilled out into the hall. The girl
reformed nearly a full top half in the hallway, with smoke spilling out from
underneath her jacket.
"Look, I'm still your friend, Suzie. What would make you think any thing
else?", Impulse implored.
Well, *sniff* you said that she was your girl friend. So I thought that all
your other friends that were girls...you would not want us any more. That we
were...replaced. She is not very friendly, any way.
Impulse kept from slapping himself. "No. Suzie...", Impulse started. If only
Carol hadn't kicked him to the curb when his comic book got cancelled...
"A girl friend is different than a friend who is a girl. Sort of. I mean, she
is my GIRLFRIEND but that doesn't mean that you aren't my friend." The Secret
looked at him as if seeing him from the first time.
Like a Mom and a Dad!, 'Suzie' exclaimed.
"Sort of...", Impulse admitted.
Maybe I could be one of your children?, the Secret asked. Impulse saw that
she was no longer about to cry and that her color had brightened
considerably.
"Uh, let me ask her."
Kon is here., the Secret declared.
Impulse blurred into the first room of the headquarters. The Secret was
already forming out of the part of her already present. Superboy floated
down with a box of donuts. "Whoa. What's all the rush about."
The Secret looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. You're my friend too, aren't
you?
"You know it babe.", he replied. Superboy tried to put his arm around her
affectionately but she hadn't formed substance and instantly wafted away.
Impulse piped up. "Are you and WonderGirl here for your shift?"
"Yeah. You don't think I'm carting around pink, heart shaped donuts for my
own self do ya?", Superboy answered. He openned the box and showed Impulse
the too cute donuts. "You know what this means don't ya?". Superboy elbowed
him lightly in the ribs.
"Don't ya? huh? Don't ya?", he continued. Elbowing lightly...with metahuman
tactile telekenetic enhanced strength.
"You stop elbowing me and I won't eat all those donuts before WonderGirl gets
here.", Impulse advised him.
"You couldn't even...", Superboy trailed off as one of the donuts literally
dissappeared before his very eyes.
Impulse licked his lips. "You were saying?".
"Cool. You can go now?"
Impulse blurred straight to Gotham.
*****
Impulse is suprised-and grateful-that Cassandra trusts him enough to have
shown where her cave was. And where all the traps were. Even with his powers
it was still a chore to get in.
This time he only accidentally triggered one. Wires and an elastic forming
gel were about to coat him until he vibrated his very molecular structure so
fast that he managed to dodge everything in 360 degrees atom by atom. The
walls of the tunnel he was in were stickier than anything though.
When he actually got into the cave, he peered into the darkness for at least
a couple of milliseconds. He still didn't see the fist coming from the
shadows. But that doesn't mean much at half the speed of light. Even though
the fist had connected, Impulse still had time to spin away before a single
cell had burst from the impact.
This left a startled boy in full superhero lycra looking at a horrified girl
in a black silk robe. Cassandra instantly threw herself to Impulse' knees.
Impulse took off the mask and his uniform top, leaving him in t-shirt, threw
himself to his knees, saw what Cassandra was doing, got back up, decided
better of it, thought for a couple of moments then decided to catch her.
The couple held each other on the cave floor.
"So sorry hit. Just reacted to intruder. Just want for happiness. If girl of
smoke make happy with powers, then go. Deserve happy..."
"Ididn'tmeantomakeyoujealous.Youdon'thavetobejealous.We'rejustfriends,that's
all,honest..."
"Just love so much. Please forgive."
"It'sjustthatIloveyousomuch.I'msosorry.Youcanhitmemoreifyouwant."
Cassandra Cain barely heard a word out of the steady drone. She did, however,
interpret all his little spasms and heaves. He still loved her. He wanted to
be forgiven for something. The hero thing! He saw she would be upset if he
left her for the smoke girl and that's what's making him upset.
The girl held him tightly and rocked back and forth slightly onto her heels.
"Sssshhh...", she comforted. "Love you. Want happy. Not hurt." Bart Allen
looked into her eyes.
"You're not dumping me?", he asked.
Cassandra moved just enough to straddle his lap. "Of...uh,...Course! Of
course not. Love. Am yours." She kissed him. "Want robe off now that alone?"
"Yes.", Bart answered instantly. He reconsidered his unhesitancy as impolite.
"Please?"
"Unwrap.", she told him. The boy slowly took his right hand from around her
and pulled on one of her lapels. The boxer's robe slid off Cassandra's
shoulder under his gentle coaxing. Once it slid, he could see a small,
perfectly circular mark.
*****
"What? You think you're going to be able to see all of a target's guards all
the time?", David Cain asked the toddler in his possession. "This dark room
and this sniper rifle have a few lessons to teach you girl. Don't worry.
They're low caliber."
*****
Cassandra slid over him like a liquid. She splashed against him like a wave.
His lips touched her shoulder and he drunk of her. The robe continued down
her arm. A light stripe was revealed.
*****
"Idiot.", the Batgirl declared. One assassin had levelled his rifle directly
at her when she's standing in between him and his unarmed cohort. She can't
take the chance that he might change his mind and not fire and she can no
longer see what he's thinking. So she rushes. The first shot glances of her
right arm. She'll take four more rounds and never reach him.
*****
And on it went. Every time a little more of the robe fell to Bart, a little
more of her past was revealed from Cassandra. But he still cared. He still
tasted her skin. To him, she was beautiful. His suckling from her was a
joyous celebration. She could imagine nursing him. His enjoying her hard
nipple didn't evoke the physical feeling she knew her training took from her.
But the emotion that she could provide something...nourushing.
Bart's actions made her her heart swell.
At least Bart could still be made to feel good. "Want shirt off?", Cassandra
asked.
He looked up from her. "Okay." He couldn't figure out how she managed to pull
his shirt off over his head and use the same motion to pull his lips exactly
level with hers. Cassandra made his lips seal to hers and coaxed his tongue
into her mouth. Her breasts were compressed by his chest baring down on her.
Her hands pulled him to her until he unconciously thrust against her. She had
been waiting for this.
Cassandra breaks their kisses. "Heard something new on HBO. Will let you own
me completely. Called 'fuck up ass'." Bart's eyes blew up. "Want try?"
After a billion nanoseconds of incredulous speechlessness, Bart found his
voice. "I don't want to hurt you.", was his first concern.
"Won't hurt. Besides, didn't ask 'hurt'. Asked you want.", Cassandra gazed
into his eyes hopefully. "Want you to have me. In way not David Cain, not the
Batman, not the Lady Shiva Wusan have me. Just you. You alone. You I love."
Bart communicated more with his eyes than his shuddering lip. "Please own
me."
The boy whispered. "okay." Cassandra kissed him again. "thanks?", he
continued.
Cassandra tugged at the waist band of his pants. Bart got the message and his
pants materialized about seven feet up in the air after he threw them off in
superspeed. "Said this make feel better.", she told him. The girl pulled a
tube of something marketed as 'Superlube-not just for WonderWoman any more!'
from one of her robe's pockets.
She pressed it into Bart's somewhat shaking hand. Then, naked before her
love, she turned over. "Like preparing before. Prepare now?" Cassandra
swivelled her hips in front of him. "Is easy."
Bart touched her back lightly with his free hand and nodded. From his hand,
she could feel not only that he nodded but his love and his protectiveness
and he hoped she'll like this as much as he know he will but she's more
important. "Will like.", she told him. Then she leans down.
*****
"Okay.", Bart says. "Tell me what you want."
Cassandra smiles. Then she smiles over her shoulder to him. "Put little on
finger. Touch where going to go. There. Feel it. Feel inside."
"Wow. You're openning up to me."
"Have very good muscle skills. Chi starts there.
"A-nee-way. Put finger in. Feel?"
"Yeah."
"Good. Push in little. Like in?"
"yeah..."
"Pretty big though. Add more...uh...gel(?), then use more finger. S.
Fingers.
"Do feel wet? Do feel soft?"
"uh-huh"
"Put gel on now. When covered, put tip to hole. Ready?"
Bart is way more than ready. She never ceases to amaze him. She really wants
him. She veiws being inside her this way as a favor. She loves him so much
that having a part of him inside her is a gift. That this is so giving of
herself is more than charity, more than loving...something that makes her-
generous? passionate? devoted? secure?
"Press."
"ungh"
"Good. Wow. Inside. Want more? Press."
"ungh"
"In. All way. Can touch me if like."
And he roams over her. He cover her like ivy covers a hill. Being in her is
more than he could say. He couldn't vocally respond if she asked him another
question-he's too busy running his hands through her hair, over her other
hair, inbetwen her muscles, under her breasts. His panting tongue is met by
her soothing one.
He's going to end quickly. She knows but that's what will be best for him. He
will climax. And in doing so, be with her in ways no one else ever has been.
Soon. She clenches around him. Soon.
The video phone clicks on. "See, I told you redial would work.", Superboy
says. The phone's gaze shows him the two on the floor.
There is no description for Impulse' expression as he injects his love before
an unexpected, unwelcome audience.
"She has got to have a sister."