Prompts: "You piss me off so much sometimes I can barely stand it" and "I can think of better uses for that mouth of yours than back-talking me.", requested by kakashixangela

To say he was pissed off, was an understatement.

She nearly got herself killed!

Everyone in the Team was wise to split off, to leave the couple be. Only Nightwing was brave enough to tell them off, to take it elsewhere where nobody would hear them. So, Kagome scurried off to her apartment, to ignore her long-time boyfriend. Unfortunately he got the key, so it wasn't like she could keep Conner away for long.

Not when he was this pissed off at her.

"Come back here!" He barked, when Kagome strung onto the balcony. Conner followed.

Just before he could slip through the glass door, Kagome whirled and wagged her finger at him, "No! You stay out there and steam by yourself. I ain't dealing with this bullshit today. Bye." She slammed the door, and locked it. She even made sure to sound it, so to aggravate him, and flipped the blinds.

"Seriously? Hey, no!" Conner jiggled at the handle. Unfortunately he couldn't exactly break the glass—last time he did it he landed both of them in the hot water with the landlord for breaking it in the first place. He didn't really need any more reason to fight with Kagome as is. "Oh, for fuck's sake!" He turned around and leapt down to take the long way around.

He love her, he really, truly did, but by gods, was Kagome the most stubborn and the most aggravating girl he was blessed to have ever known!

At the door slamming behind him Conner swept into the stairwells and raced several floors. He muttered out a quick apology when he slipped by an older lady and latched to a door and vanished into it. The said older lady shook her head and sighed, continuing her way down to the first floor, "Ay, ay, they're at it again, those two. Never seen so much fires in kids before in my life."

Conner definitely heard her, and nearly snorted.

Yes, they both have a lot of fire—probably why Superboy was instantly attracted to Nightingale and she to him. There had been no one else who could stand up against and tell him off so quickly—not even his previous girlfriend was this feisty. But, that feisty girl was also the most considerate person he ever met.

And it was what nearly got her killed!

He snatched his keyring from his pocket, his strides long and fast, all the while muttering under his breaths. "That girl, I swear…" Conner didn't even need to look up to know where her apartment, his hand darting out at the doorknob. He jiggled it, finding the deadbolt set. Conner shook his head, still muttering, and inserted his key, "Girl! I'm not done!"

The door still remained struck. Groaning audibly, Conner pounded on the wood, "Kagome! Let me in!" Kagome must've pushed in the chair under the knob, again. And he wasn't going to risk her lease by breaking it.

Muffled Kagome shouted out through the door, "And I told you, I am not dealing with your bullshit! Go harass somebody else!" With a break of the pause she yelled back, "Beat it!"

"Oh, oh! So it's okay for you to nearly get killed on the job and I can't yell at you?! Really, girl? I'm not going to beat it—not without talking and fussing!" Conner returned, thudding his barely-restrained fist on the wood, "I can stand out here all night, you know!"

Conner didn't miss mutterings from other neighbors.

"Oh, there they go again. What kind of job do they even do?"

"Who the hell knows, I'm just hoping they'll shut the fuck up soon—it's late."

There was a scoff coming from the inside, "I give no shit as of what you want, right now. Now, buzz off to another planet or something." From his heat vision, he saw Kagome reclining into her sofa. She was tapping on the remote control, looking as sulky as Conner was.

"Ya sure he ain't beating on her or something?"

Now his scowl deepened at his girlfriend's ignoring him and that, "Oh, alright, we can play this game—let me in! We can talk this out like adults we're supposed to be!" Conner most definitely isn't an abusive boyfriend—they just yell at each other a lot and their makeups often follows, usually quickly.

"With that girl's attitude? I'm pretty sure she'd dump his sorry ass if he land his hands on her wrong. Leave it be."

"Yeah and you're not being an adult. Again, fuck off and leave me alone." Kagome called back, settling her entire body across the sofa.

"Point taken—still, they need to shut the fuck up and make up, god damn. I have to wake up in like, six hours."

Conner slammed his hand on the door, huffing at her remark, "Okay, fine, I don't have to be an adult then!" He glared at the heat-radar image of what he could see inside the apartment, "I'm going to air to everyone of what you just did to nearly get yourself killed!"

"Seriously?" Kagome picked herself up and shot a black look at the door, fully well knowing he could see her, "Why? That'll just land your ass into trouble with higher ups."

Conner scoffed, "They can suck it! I'm going to narrate out on what the fuck were you thinking!" He twirled away from the apartment's entrance and threw up his arms, his voice louder to get across the large corridor, "So, this girl here thought someone else was more important than herself, so she just hauled her pretty ass in fro—" What sounded like a furniture was thrown aside and the deadbolt recanting. He grinned.

A tiny hand yanked on the bottom of his jacket and jerked him into the apartment, "I'm going to fucking kill you." Conner shrugged, waltzing his way away from Kagome, while she slammed shut the door, "What the fuck, Conner?!"

"Well, you weren't going to talk to me, soooo—"

Kagome wanted to strangle her Superboy, "Seriously?! You couldn't even wait until tomorrow to yell at me!?" She twisted the knob to lock it again. She was so upset that she couldn't even bear to look at Conner, "I was just doing my job, like you!"

"Ooh, okay," he started, startling Kagome when Conner slammed his hands onto the wall, caging her from ever slipping from his holds, "so you think it's okay to get your ass in the coffin?" Conner craned close to the growling Kagome, "I don't need that. I really…don't need that vision in my head."

It was like trying to push a boulder that weighted more than one ton, and Kagome slammed her hands on his chest, "It's the part of the job! We're doing what we're supposed to do!" She jeered, "What the hell am I supposed to do!? Watch the poor sucker to get pancaked?"

Twitching at her words, Conner plastered her against the wall, "Good god, girl." He wasn't bulging at all at her slamming fists—Kagome wasn't even trying to use her magic, leaving him an impression that at this point, she doesn't care to fight back either. "I swear—you just love pissing me off, don't you?"

His lips curled upward at Kagome's dark look, and a laugh shook his chest, "Babe, you piss me off so much sometimes I can barely fucking stand it." Her nails dug against his skin through his shirt, still attempting to push him off of her body and to free herself.

"Go fuck yourself, you rat bastard." She grit out, though her efforts were slacking when Conner's grips on her body became possessive. One hand darted to her naked thigh, picking it up against his hip.

He curled his other hand around Kagome's neck, hotly breathing upon her gnawed-swollen lips, "Oh, baby girl," Conner sighed, grinding his hips against her crotch. At her whimper, he chuckled, "I can think of better uses for that mouth of yours than back-talking me."

She clenched her teeth so she wouldn't say something stupid, when there was something hard poking her and grinding against her underwear. But, before she could manage another insult without her brain going stupid, Kagome was lost when Conner took her mouth.

There weren't anything else to be said, in between them.

"Well, I don't hear anymore from those two. I reckon they're probably fucking right now."

"Thanks fuck for the soundproof walls!"