timboland | spoiler: tim fights a food coma

spoiler: tim fights a food coma

[ After a viewing of that edgy Flubber reboot Tim was talking about (and that neither of he nor Ann are willing to speak of for the rest of the night), he couldn't help but feel positively stuffed. The combined unhealthiness of a strawberry shake, a lava cake, XL popcorn, and extra extra butter would be lethal for more sedentary folk, but not Ann and Tim. Sure, they didn't go out and fight crime just yet (although doing so would have been a surefire way to burn off all that food), but they had other... more pressing matters.

All the while, Tim hopes Ann's been enjoying Gotham so far. It was easy to simply fly her over here - for a few days of summer break, is what they planned - what with Tim's access to the state-of-the-art Batplane. They'll pretty much fly the same thing back to Japan, where Tim can get a better grasp of what it means to be a Phantom Thief... once the rest of them get past the fact that he's an American superhero.

Until then, Tim's busy taking Ann to the Robin's Nest: a loft on the topmost floor of a skyscraper. Since the entire property belongs to Wayne Enterprises, Tim has no trouble having his very own place double as a separate, Robin-only headquarters. A home away from home, so to speak, though the Batcave is far from homely.

Once he and Ann are inside, Tim quickly flops onto the sofa, and he groans a bit. On the walk here, he's had a hard time finding the words to admit to his mounting food coma, which is already threatening to take him from the waking world. ]

I can feel it, Ann. A food coma, believe it or not.

[ He looks up at her from where he's lying down, and the sight of it must be rather silly. He already looks like he's just woken up from a nap, and has yet to get a proper grasp of his surroundings. ]

I really didn't think "carbo-loading" like that would have much of an effect, but... here we are.

[ With an apologetic smile, he decides against lying down any longer and sits up. Admittedly, there's something about his tired look, slightly tussled hair, and cozy red sweater that might make for an inviting sight. Though there's also a glimmer of resolve in Tim's eyes, as he doesn't seem willing to yield to sleep's pull just yet. ]

I can think of ways to shock me awake, Ann. I don't doubt they've been on your mind, too.

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Don't… say the word 'food.' Don't even think it.

[ Ann Takamaki is in despair.

It's not because she isn't having an amazing time in Gotham (far from), or that spending time with Tim wasn't at all not everything she'd imagined it would be (it was), poor movie selection aside. No… it was because she'd been betrayed. Her constant companion, delicious junk food, has turned on her. She's a little surprised neither of them had given up halfway through, or that they'd even managed to make it back to his loft without keeling over on the way there.

In hindsight, it was all an awful idea. A delectable but short-sighted mistake. ]

Trust me. I believe it. I feel it, and I'm about to say something really, really terrifying, but… I don't think I ever want to eat again.

[ The good news about that would be that she could finally drop that five pounds she'd been worrying about all summer— the bad news is that she's pretty sure she'd just added another five purely in popcorn.

The sofa is a welcome sight, and just as he had, she could feel the temptation to curl up and sleep off the effects of a full stomach. Yet he looks just as alluring as sleeping away any guilt she might have about eating too much, and even though her movements are sluggish, she makes her way over to him and settles herself squarely on his lap. ]

You know me too well. [ She smiles, draping her arms over his shoulders. ] And, you know… they do say rigorous activity is the best way to get rid of a you-know-what coma.

Didn't you just say it?

[ He knows he's not helping.

Once Ann turns the subject to never wanting to eat again, there's no way Tim's lying back down from fatigue. The news is just too much of a shock!

...Until Tim stops pretending to take it at face value. He almost thinks he's too tired to even joke about it, and yet-- ]

We'll have to fix that, won't we? Give you something else to hunger for.

[ It's when Ann lands squarely on his lap that the prospect of a nap finally sounds ludicrous. Having drawn herself so close to him, Ann is well within kissing distance... and Tim is fully aware of that. He grins at her comment, but finds he has no witty retort for Ann's mention of "rigorous activity."

Instead, he gets right to it, closing that distance. Tim even leans a bit to deepen the kiss, his arms snug around Ann's waist as he generously tends to her lips. He doesn't waste any time either-- putting his tongue to good use, warmly exploring her mouth.

Thank god they both have dessert breath. ]

That one didn't count.

[ For a moment, she'd thought they'd both feel too full and gross to even consider doing anything other than lay on his couch and whine about poor life choices. That not being the case, she's more than happy to part her lips for him, shivering excitedly against him as his tongue caresses just inside her top lip. Ann presses in closer in response, arms drawing back to cradle his jaw in her palms, tipping his head to a better angle for her to kiss him more deeply.

If her estimate of their caloric intake is anywhere near correct, even with her own abysmal skill at mathematics she knows it's going to take far more "activity" than anyone could ever handle to burn off anything near the amount they'd consumed— but she's certainly willing to try. Let no man call Ann Takamaki a quitter!

They can just fight off their f-word coma with an s-word coma. It makes perfect sense. ]

[ After several moments of prolonged kisses, Tim withdraws - but not before gently biting Ann's lower lip as he departs. He rests his forehead against hers, shooting her a knowing grin. Had he been newer at this whole "dating" thing, he would've been hesitant to proceed. By now, though, this is all familiar territory.

The sofa happens to be this over-sized luxury model, an admittedly bougie product whose presence should come as no surprise given Tim's background. Being what it is, the sofa certainly offers plenty of room to... maneuver. Which is why Tim, cradling the small of Ann's back, dips her down onto the flat of the sofa so he can slip his hand inside her leggings. Under her panties, his fingers delicately rub the general area surrounding her clit. This precursor is deliberately indirect, something to give Ann a taste of what's to come.

Other than herself, of course.

As Tim reaches in, he's also lying next to Ann at this point, his side on the sofa while he offers his other arm as Ann's headrest. He leans closer to her neck, generously peppering it with small kisses before he whispers in her ear. ]

If you want me to go lower...

[ He briefly tilts his head in the direction of her top. ]

That's gonna have to go.

[ Ann settles back against the cushions with a quiet giggle. It really is a nice sofa, spacious, and if they'd wanted to just snooze on it, there would've been plenty of room for the both of them. There's plenty of room for this, too, and it's without question currently more appealing than a nap. Particularly due to where his hands are moving… there's no way she'd be able to doze off, now.

It takes a concentrated effort not to wiggle her hips to try to get more out of him than he's currently willing to give, face flushing deep red at the feeling of his comparatively cool fingers right up against the heat of her folds. God, that's hot. That and the soft lips paying attention to her sensitive neck are all it takes to turn her from human: person to human: puddle. ]

You're… such a tease. [ She whines, unsure whether she hates or loves it— kind of both? Maybe not right now, though. Right now she wants to tell him that he totally sucks, but god she wants this, wants him so much that she bites down her regular frustration to deal with her sexual frustration instead. She reluctantly withdraws her hand from where it'd snaked up the inside of his sweater, not sure when she'd put it there, doesn't remember doing it.

Her fingers work the buttons of her blouse loose one by one so she can shrug it off, leaving herself bare save for the bra she wore underneath. It's cute, light pink and patterned with white hearts, clearly not anything she'd worn with the intention of him seeing it. She hadn't really thought this would be in the plans for today, but now that they're here… it's what's happening. ]

[ At the sight of her bra, Tim only smirks in amusement, almost ready to scoff at the cheesy design. Of course, he's also very much endeared... and tries his best to show it, briefly withdrawing his hand from between Ann's legs to slip it under her back and unhook her bra. Having focused on peppering Ann's neck with more kisses all the while, Tim's free hand helps Ann discard her bra before slinking back down, two fingers now slipping between Ann's folds to palpate the circumference of her clit.

Concurrently, Tim's mouth attends to Ann's closest nipple, licking, nibbling, and sucking it in sporadic intervals. He's as fervent and precise doing this as he is down below, fingers now occasionally dipping inside Ann's sex - but only tentatively, tantalizingly so. ]

If I fall asleep doing this, feel free to slap me.

[ He conspicuously neglects to say where, before motioning to suck on Ann's other nipple. Watching Ann become putty in Tim's hands also has a way of... rousing him, and before long, Ann's bound to feel Tim's hardness against her leg. There's no reason to doubt Tim's enjoying this, of course, but now Ann's got solid evidence, so to speak. ]

[ It's a comfortable and cute bra, okay! Not every bra can be straight out of the Victoria's Secret catalog. No matter how comfortable it is, though, she's more than happy to help him get it off of her. Ann arches her back so he can unhook it, (it's kind of impressive he can do it one-handed), and slips her arms out of the straps before pulling it away from her chest. It is soon lost to the floor and immediately forgotten once his hand finds its way back between her legs and his mouth closes over a nipple.

She breathes in a hiss and lets it out as a whimper, fingers threading deep in his hair, nails grazing his scalp. All it takes is a few swipes of his tongue to get her nipples standing at attention, back arching to press herself even closer against his mouth. He's still toying with her, but he's more or less giving her exactly what she wants, and it's not an entirely useless endeavor to rock her hips up against his fingers. It's easy to tell by the way his fingers slide over her just how wet Tim has gotten her already. ]

If you fall asleep, I will end you. [ He's the one who got her like this! So now he has to take responsibility for it. And judging from what she feels rubbing up against her leg… he's feeling the same way. Knowing he's turned on turns her on even more, and knowing she's the cause of it is even better. Ann bites back a grin, using her thigh to rub up against him.

She can tease, too, Tim. ]

[ Tim only managed to unhook the bra one-handed from all his training in, um, escapology. That's what he'd tell her, at least.

There's also a slight sting once Ann grasps Tim's hair, but it's nothing he considers distracting. If anything, all the attention she's giving him is keeping him alert, trivializing the challenge of staying awake in the middle of all this. As Ann bucks her hips against Tim's fingers, Tim pushes back in kind, maintaining a rhythm to deliver as much pleasure as he can through these ministrations - he's progressed from slipping inside Ann every so often to finally thrusting two fingers against her walls.

Ann will find that other aspects of Tim's training - all the strength training and martial arts - is paying off here. Tim doesn't seem to be exerting much effort with his arm, lean yet rippling as his hand pushes Ann's whole body with every thrust of his fingers. Though he lacks the bulk of a bodybuilder, Tim's proven his strength countless times, having shown the ease with which he could lift Ann. Though there's no lifting involved at the moment, this occasion is hardly any different.

Though once Ann starts rubbing her thigh against Tim's length, his strength falters a bit. It's not the fingers in his hair that distract him, but the sudden, sensitive pulse of pleasure that hardens him, that nearly gives him pause. ]

...Heh. Well, one way or another, I'm expecting a good finish.

[ Despite Ann's teasing, Tim's efforts are ceaseless, three of his fingers now inside Ann as his arm continues thrusting. His mouth is equally preoccupied, kissing Ann's neck when he's not kissing or sucking on one of her breasts. ]

And now with the puns… [ She mutters under her breath, amused and unable to stifle a smile even as she rolls her eyes. It's truly unfair, she thinks, for him to be this charming while he has his hand down her pants. She doesn't really have the presence of mind to quip back at him in this situation, too focused on sensation and on his fingers inside of her, leaving her a moaning wreck under his touch. He isn't playing around anymore, having graduated to full-on fucking her with his fingers.

One hand remains embedded deep in his hair, fingertips pressing against his head insistently whenever he does something that feel particularly good. The other runs over his arm, shoulder, his back— anything she can reach, really, appreciating his physique even through his clothing. She likes it, enjoys comparing how it's different from her own, how he's hard in a lot of the places she's soft. She's been to the gym once or twice (but not much more than that) in her lifetime, knows how much work and dedication it takes to get a build like that! For someone who tends to give up halfway through a workout routine, it's impressive.

Her resolve to hold out here is also quickly crumbling beneath her. She feels the slight stretch as he adds a third digit, clenching around them tightly as they continue to push in and out of her. She clutches at him and hooks her foot around his leg, holding him there as if she's afraid he's going to go away or stop what he's doing before she can finish, the little cries escaping her getting higher in volume and pitch the closer she gets. ]

Tim— God. Fuck, I, uh— u-um…

[ She's expecting a good finish, too! ]

Sorry, force of habit.

[ Let's just say Dick's been a bad influence.

Fortunately, no amount of wordplay has detracted from Ann's euphoria thus far. Otherwise, she wouldn't be so... responsive. ]

Speechless, Panther?

[ Tim asks in a low voice, incessantly fingering her at a faster pace than before. He's sacrificed power for speed, delivering a consistent sensation as his three fingers move in and out of Ann's sex in rapid intervals. He basks in all of Ann's moaning, pleased with himself that he could reduce her to such a mess.

With past significant others, Tim didn't really prioritize sex and intimacy to this extent. He'd either say it was because he was too busy or because he was just waiting for the right moment, but if he were honest... it was a chasm he just wasn't ready to leap over yet.

Now, it's clear Tim's just found the right person. But no, he's not going to get too sentimental all of a sudden, what with all his handiwork still in progress. Ann might catch him smiling wistfully, but she's bound to forget once Tim starts curling his fingers inside her and applying more force yet again. He offers a different albeit equally consistent sensation now, ceaselessly thrusting his hand between Ann's legs as her wetness becomes all the more audible.

Tim's determined to continue, after all, until Ann's whole body quivers around his fingers and ultimately, she finishes. ]

[ She doesn't believe he's sorry even for a second.

Especially not when, moments later, he's breaking out her code name in a tone that warms her straight to her core. It doesn't usually sound so sexy when she hears that name called out. In the heat of battle or when they're talking infiltration strategies… it just sounds like a code name. Serves its purpose. Here? God. It's different. It's also usually not Tim saying it, whispered in the middle of a middle of a rising climax. It takes her off guard but not out of the heat of the moment— if anything, quite the opposite.

And she hopes he knows damn well what he does to her, that it isn't just the what but the who that has her brought down the state she's in. At one point, she hadn't even been sure she'd ever want something like this at all. She'd had full confidence in her conviction whenever she'd told people she had no interest in dating, or the things that went along with it. So it had come as a bit of surprise, then, when she'd wanted not only anyone, but someone in particular… him in particular. Even now she occasionally finds the strength of her own desires a little intimidating, though she's thankful having a bit of experience under her belt makes it a little easier to act on it them and have them returned to her in kind.

Ann's breathing is labored, breathy pants between moans that are only growing louder. She catches just the barest glimpse of a smile on his face before he curls his fingers inside of her, has her squeezing her eyes closed and seeing fireworks behind her eyelids. Her eyebrows pucker in anticipation of release, hands grasping for him, gathering in his sweater and the hair at the nape of his neck. ] Tim!

[ She moans his name one final time and she's there, damn near expertly worked through to orgasm and fluttering around his fingers as she reaches the apex of her pleasure. Her body doesn't just quiver but convulses under him, toes curling just as her fingers had, face flushing a bright red that travels down her neck and over her chest, the color speckling her breasts. Even as she comes down off of it, nerveless fingers finally releasing him, she can't seem to catch her breath, legs and stomach continuing to quake long after she's able to open her eyes and look into his, letting out a breathless laugh as she cups his cheek with her hand. ]

Oh my God. Th-that was… geez.

[ As Ann's body convulses under Tim's thrall, Tim sees to it that the pace of his ministrations matches the apogee of Ann's orgasm. With an arm under the small of Ann's back, Tim sucks on one of her breasts as he carries out the remainder of his handiwork. As Ann's pleasure rises to its peak, Tim's fingers are the quickest they've ever been, thrusting hard all the same against her walls until it's clear that her orgasm has passed.

Once Ann's pleasure deescalates, the pace of Tim's fingers inside her slows down, until finally, he can relinquish his fingers from within Ann's walls. After feeling he's sucked Ann's breast enough, Tim shifts so he can comfortably curl up against her, a bit breathless himself.

There was definitely some exertion involved, he won't deny that. He's not too tired to kiss her cheek, though, and then her neck. ]

Yeah, it was... yeah.

[ Getting Ann so worked up seems to have gotten Tim worked up as well - as if a candid boner against her thigh wasn't enough evidence already. ]

I kinda didn't know I had it in me, to tell you the truth.

[ "Though you definitely had it in you, so to speak," it crosses his mind for him to say.

He doesn't. ]

[ Maybe soon her brain might let her supply one of them with an adjective other than 'geez' and 'yeah,' but that moment doesn't seem to be now. Ann's chest continues to rise and fall more quickly than normal, limbs feeling a little loose and boneless. It takes effort to move them, but when she does, it's to press a foot against the sofa to lift herself up slide down a bit, get closer to eye level with him so she can curl in a little closer and kiss him.

Having his mouth in so many other places had certainly felt damn good— amazing, really— but she'd kind of missed this. She wouldn't openly admit it to him, but kissing Tim just might be her favorite thing… especially when he still tastes just a little bit like lava cake. She runs a hand up and down his arm idly, shimmying up closer to him as her skin loses all of the color he'd put on it, cooling down so that she wants to lean in and steal a little of his body heat.

She pulls away to smile at him, still starry-eyed and giggly on the high of a fantastic orgasm. ]

Guess we know you do now, huh? [ Her hand continues down, ducking under his arm to travel his side and down his hips, and finally, finally, between his legs. She palms his erection through his pants, licking her lips as her dreamy expression shifts to something more mischievous.

He… is wearing way too many clothes for her liking, all of a sudden. ]

Lose the pants, Drake.

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