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She burst through the door to their apartment, hair wild, cheeks flushed, a little out of breath. She looked like the world was going to end, she looked like they were in danger for a moment... and then she smiled. Exhilarated. Kaine was probably used to it by now, her suddenly bursting into the apartment as if she was being chased and then... nothing. She was the bat who cried wolf almost.

"Hn," Cass murmured before tapping the timer on her wristwatch and checking her heartrate. Stretching, she bent down in the tight yoga pants before slipping the grey hoodie off over her head. Ruffling her hair, she kicked off her trainers before looking at Kaine with a wicked smile. "Beat my record, eighteen minutes."

She'd been running for a while now, improving her time each time she went. She could cover the city as Batgirl in less time but on her feet, on the street she needed to improve and so she would. And she was always very pleased, if a little hot and sweaty whenever she beat her time. Pulling her top off over her head, she climbed over the couch to straddle Kaine's lap before kissing him smoothly. Discarding the top on the floor, she smiled against his lips.

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She didn't want to, I can tell, but she comes because she can't help it and I love it. I love that I can do that to her and maybe I'm a bit smug about it all but I feel like it shows how well I know her. That I can do this to her. That I can give this to her.

"I love you," I tell her, kissing her back as I press against her. I do, I love her and I don't say it often but I do love her. More than anything else, I think. Hands on her waist I turn her around, lifting her hips up a bit before I reach down and guide myself into her, pressing myself deep into her.

Cass smiled against his lips as he uses words to tell her that. He doesn't need to because she knows, she knows with every look and touch and every time he worries, every time he thinks she doesn't know but she does. Because he tells her every day but words, words meant more to him. They were his language and she loved that about him, she tried for him to learn and say all the words.

"Wo ai ni," Cass murmured against his mouth, telling him in the language she knew he was learning that she loved him because she did. She loved him. More than anything else.

Cheeks flushing darkly, she let him turn her round and pressed against the shower wall. Arching her back, she lifted up onto her toes as she felt Kaine's cock press against her before he slid all the way inside her. Hissing with pleasure, she reached for his arm and dragged it round her body and pulled him closer to her.

I smile as she says it Mandarin. I don't know how or why she learned that phrase but I like that she has. I like how I fit as I slide inside of her and she pulls me close, wanting me tighter against her, deeper in her. I love how perfectly she feels against me as I rock my hips against hers and she responds in kind. It's such a simple motion but it feels amazing and makes me shiver a bit with the pleasure of it all.

"More," I tell her, even though she already knows. "More of you. Need it."

"I know," Cass murmurs. Because she does. Because she can feel it in the way his muscles strain, lifting her up almost as he slides into her and pushes inside. Because she can feel it in the breath on the back of her neck, in the tension in his stomach, in the weight of his body. Because she knows him, loves him even when he didn't want her to. "Take it then, take what you need."

Slipping his hand between her legs, she found her clit easily enough and covered his hands encouraging him to tease her, to fuck her, to do everything and anything he wanted to her.

My hips thrust harder and faster against her, encouraged by her words. She's hardly said anything but she's driven me crazy with even more need than what I already was possessed with. Cass feels so good, her ass pressing back against me, and I can't take it any longer. I grip her hips hard and pull her back onto me, keeping her there as I come hard.

I can't even call out her name, all I can do is grunt as I release and feel myself explode in pleasure.

Pressing her hands against the tiles, she braced herself against the wall and pressed her forehead against bare skin as Kaine thrust harder into her. Gasping at each long, hard stroke, Cass could barely breathe or think as she felt his fingertips brush over her clit again and again as he pulled her back to him.

Crying out his name Cass came shaking and hard, riding the crest of her orgasm with him as he came with a powerful thrust and grunt.

"Kaine-" Cass began, panting before pushing back against him. Leaning into his body, she reached up to touch his hair, his head before pulling him down for a kiss. "Bed please."

It always amazes me how physical she can be when she comes, always meeting me thrust for thrust, then suddenly so soft and tender as she strokes my hair. My arms wrap around her and I nuzzle at her just a bit, not wanting to move for a moment. I slowly pull away, grabbing a towel to rub us dry just a bit before I scoop her up and carry her to bed, collapsing in it with her.

"Bed."

Letting her breath catch up with her, she panted and sighed softly at the soft touch of his mouth against her skin. Lips twitching into a soft, small smile at the way he- the one who was always so against this- nuzzles her and doesn't pull away first. Her Kaine, the man who deserved more than she could possibly ever give him.

"Wo ai ni," Cass murmurs. Secure and at peace with that, she should be after all it was a core part of who she was now. Taking a towel, she took a step towards the door when she felt her legs go out from under her. "Kaine!"

Eyes narrowed in dark contemplation, she did not fight back when he picked her up and carried her back to their bed. That didn't mean she didn't glare at him the entire way though.

"Tch, I can walk you know." Cass muttered, hair spilling forward in front of her face as she rolled over to face him. Her hair was longer now, past her shoulders- long overdue for a cut but she hadn't yet. Not yet anyway. Even if it did make her look more like people she would rather forget.

I quiet her with a kiss, feeling too happy to let her argue with me. I know she likes it and I usually do too, but right now I just want her to be quiet and let me carry her to the bed. It's not like I didn't think she was incapable of it herself, I just want to keep her close to me.

"I know," I finally say, moving on top of her to kiss along her neck. I like how her hair looks longer and wet. I know it's not practical at all but it makes her look less severe. Not that I don't mind severe but sometimes it's nice to see the softer side too.

Smiling against the mouth, she yielded to the kiss and reached out to smooth her hand along his strong, muscled arms. Fingertips light, she stretched up to slide her hands over his shoulders as moved on top of her.

Looking at him thoughtfully as she stretched out beneath him, her lips turned a shade softer as she felt his lips brush against her neck. He liked her hair like this, she could tell- the way he looked at her sometimes now was different. As if she was precious, she didn't know if that was entirely to do with her hair but it was interesting- it was interesting that she liked it. He valued her beyond what she could do, beyond being a weapon.

"You like my hair like this?" Cass asked, panting as she shifted beneath him. The touch of his lips against her skin making her inhale sharply."You think I should grow it out like Barbara's? Longer."

"I like it like this," I say. I don't know why she would compare it to Barbara's, other than they're both 'long but not too long' their hair doesn't have much in common. "Makes it harder to kiss your neck, but I like it."

I brush a few strands out of the way so that I have better access to her neck. I kiss and bite along her neck but taking care not to mark her. She doesn't care if I do but it's an interesting exercise in control, in knowing just where the line is to keep it from showing on her skin in the morning.

"It would be impractical if I changed my uniform, domino mask instead of the full mask." Cass murmured, voice a little breathless as she felt his lips brush against her skin. Sending those wonderful little tremors that came with him showing her how he felt without words like this. Marking her without marking, letting their bodies tell a story. "Or something more like Barbara's. Maybe... ah, yes there."

"Barbara's hair is a completely different color and texture than yours," I tell her, only half paying attention to what I'm saying. Mostly I'm paying attention to what we're both doing, to the reaction of her body to my mouth on her. I like it, the way she trembles when my stubble scratches along her skin. I can see why she prefers speaking this way, I kind of like it too.

"Yes it is but you like it as much as mine. You like her," Cass murmured, shivering as she ran her fingertips down his arms. Watching the way his muscles strained on top of her, she arched into his kisses and bit back a moan at the scratches to her skin.

"Don't hate her as much as I used to," I admit. Not entirely sure why we're having this conversation while we're both naked and my mouth is on her but there's still a lot about Cass that confuses me. So I continue to kiss along her body, lips greedily exploring her even though I know every inch of it already. Familiarity can certainly make a task more enjoyable.

"No, not that. You like her... ah... physically." Cass murmured, gasping as she pressed her heels into the bed. She loved when he told her like this, how much he loved her and wanted her. How he would greedily kiss every part of her, claiming every part of her as his and she was his and always would be. No matter what.

Reaching a hand out, she slid her hand in his hair and massaged her fingers against his scalp. Moaning his name a little breathlessly, her cheeks and chest flushed pink as he continued to explore her body and make her writhe beneath him.

"What?"

That statement stops me short because... why are we talking about this here and now? Why are we talking at all right now when we could be doing a lot more fun things, especially with our mouths. I really, really don't want to have a conversation about whether or not I think Barbara is attractive, let alone while we're naked and I'm kissing all over her.

"You like her... why are you stopping?" Cass asked, looking more annoyed at the fact that Kaine had stopped rather than the fact he might find someone else attractive. Brushing her hands through his hair, she sighed and stretched her fingertips down to touch his lips. "Fine, we will talk about this later. But I am right... I always am."

"We are not going to talk about this later," I told her, giving her a look that she will completely ignore despite being an expert on body language. I have no idea why she thinks this is a good time for this conversation. Why she thinks any time is a good time for this conversation. Glaring at her once more I move down to kiss along her stomach before pulling back up.

"Just because someone is physically attractive doesn't mean anything."

Cass sighed, his mouth sending little shivers through her body before he pulled away and up. Cracking open her eyes, she shifted beneath him and gave him a very pointed look at how she felt that he had stopped. Making a noise, that might have been considered a grumble, she slid her hands between their bodies and drew him up and closer to her.

"I know that," Cass murmured, looking at Kaine curiously and wondering if he thought she was jealous. He was hers even if he was ridiculous about it sometimes. "I think she is physically attractive too but it doesn't mean anything. I just hn, didn't want you to feel like you couldn't tell me. Because you can... tell me anything."

"Why the hell would I feel the need to tell you something like that?"

A lot of times I don't understand Cassandra. I know she's not like normal people, that's one of the things that I like about her. At the same time I don't understand how she thinks sometimes. I don't know why she would think I'd want to talk about if I found anyone else attractive, whether she was comfortable with it or not. I'm sure she has a good reason, I just can't figure it out.

"Because." Cass replied as if that made all the sense in the world. Arching her back, she let her thumbs trace up his stomach and brush past his nipples as she tried to draw his attention back to her body rather than the tension of misunderstanding. "You can tell me anything, I want you know that. Because I love you."

"Um. Okay. But don't expect me to start asking you if you think other people are attractive."

I don't know that I'm the jealous type. I know Cass loves me and wouldn't leave me. I know that. But it's still hard to feel that way sometimes, to accept it as more than just head knowledge. Pretty sure I wouldn't react to well to her talking about how attractive other people were, especially guys, but that would be my issue, not hers.

"I'm yours, I don't want anyone else like that." Cass replied simply with a soft shrug. She had watched enough daytime television where people would scream at each other with their bodies and mouths. She'd rather just tell him things seeing as he would get frustrated with her when she tried to tell him in other ways. "But you are right about Barbara."

"Just because someone is attractive doesn't mean I'm attracted to them," I point out. Really, I'm pretty sure that Barbara and I would come to blow before we came to anything else. Just because I can tolerate her more now than I did when I first met her doesn't mean we're best of friends.