Late night conversations [SWS]

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[Written with nokidflash, Sunday night after Kon came and talked with Bart about the not-breakup]


Bart wandered back into his bedroom from the living room, trying carefully not to wake Cissie up. Kon had just left. Bart sighed. Sometimes his friend was... hard to be friends with. He loved Kon, but nobody could really annoy Bart like Kon could. Except maybe Tim. So that made sense. He quietly slipped out of his clothes and climbed into bed.

It hadn't even been two full weeks since they started sharing a bed, but Cissie was already so used to having him with her that she slept more soundly when he was there than when he wasn't. So when he slipped into bed, she rolled over, reaching for him, still half-asleep. "Everything okay?"

"Kon's an idiot." Bart pulled Cissie into his arms, feeling immediately better. He hadn't wanted to wake her up, but he was selfishly glad he had - even if only halfway - because he liked being able to talk things through with her. "They almost broke up over that stuff he pulled in your journal."

That woke Cissie up a bit more. She tilted her head to frown up at him. "Seriously? Did he say what happened?"

"Yeah, but he's Kon, sooo." Bart shrugged. "Tim thought maybe Bruce was right. Cassie got all 'let's break up' to sacrifice her own happiness for everyone else. She told Kon she couldn't love him without Tim, or something, and blah blah angst blah blah. But they're still together." He turned his head and looked down at her. "I am never ever ever ever sacrificing you for the good of anything."

Cissie sighed while Bart explained what happened, making a mental note to call Cassie the next day. Whatever she'd been thinking of saying disappeared when he locked eyes with her, and she pushed herself up, leaning in to kiss him. She touched foreheads with him, and said seriously, "Good. Because I wouldn't let you."

"Good." He frowned. "Does that make me a bad superhero?"

Cissie shifted to roll onto her side and look at him from the pillow next to him. "What do you mean?"

Bart sighed. "I don't know. I mean... I really don't know who I'd choose if it came down to you and a plane full of people. I mean, besides both."

Cissie frowned slightly and reached up to touch the side of his face. "That's kind of morbid," she said quietly, rubbing her thumb over his cheek. She was quiet for a moment, then leaned in to kiss him. "You'd find a way. But if you had to--you'd make the right choice. You'd save the plane."

"Would I?" He was quiet for a little while. "I don't want to live without you, Cissie."

She touched her forehead to his, just breathing with him for a minute. "I think you would. Because it's the right thing to do. And--you know that's what I'd want." She closed her eyes for a second, and then opened them, saying, "I don't want you to have to. And. I don't want to live without you again, either."

"Okay, so no planes," Bart whispered. "Because I don't want to ever ever have to make that decision. I'm not Superman, I can't give you up for anything else. I can't."

Cissie wrapped her arms around him, pressing close to him. "I don't want you to. And I don't want to give you up. Ever."

Bart sighed and just held onto Cissie quietly for a few long minutes. Of course, there were a million thoughts going through his head. Most of them involved all the terrible ways he could lose Cissie. "I love you," he said finally.

Cissie's thoughts were unsurprisingly along the same lines--the reasons she didn't sleep as well when Bart was gone, because there were so many things that could happen to keep him from coming home to her again. And how she didn't know what she would do if that happened. "I love you too. So much." She pressed close, tucking her head into the crook of his neck. She took a deep breath and whispered, "Please don't die again, okay?"

"I ..." Bart wanted to promise her that he'd never die again, but he knew that was silly. One day he would. One day they both would. "I will do everything I can to always come home to you, Cissie."

Cissie tightened her arms around him, taking a deep breath. She knew that was the best he could do--it was the best any of them could do. She nodded once and just held on to him, because she needed to. Because she could. "Good."

Bart kissed the top of Cissie's head. "I was thinking Iris if it's a girl and Bernell if it's a boy. I'm sort of hoping for a girl though, 'cause Bernell... seriously, Cis." He shook his head. "But, what do you think?"

Cissie couldn't help smiling into Bart's neck. "I think I love you," she said, pulled back just enough to give him a small smile. "Iris is pretty. I like it. But--yeah. My dad had kind of a horrible name. It's not terrible for a middle name, maybe, but--I think we could find another option for a boy." She paused, thoughtfully. "What about Max?"

"You only think?" Bart hmphed a little, but he was smiling. "Max is awesome. That would... I think Max would really like that."

"Good. I'm glad." She smiled back and leaned in to give him a long kiss. "And I know I love you," she whispered.

"I love you like, I dunno. Breathing. Or eating. Or running. I love you like running." Bart knew it probably made absolutely no sense, but that's how he felt. When he ran, he was at peace. He was home. With Cissie it was the same. "What if we have more than one kid?"

Cissie closed her eyes, pressing close to him. She knew what running meant to him--it was part of him. She kissed him again. "We'll just have to find more names," she said simply.

"Oh yeah." That made sense. Bart smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry I woke you, Cis. And was all angsty and stuff."

Cissie smiled back at him. "I love you. I can handle angsty and stuff. I’m glad you woke me."

"Yeah, you say that now, but you have to remember that in the morning when you're cranky." Bart grinned. "'Ooooh, Bart, you were so mean for keeping me up last night, I have to praaaaactice.'"

Bart wrinkled his nose. "I dunno. I guessss it's okay. But since you're up, I feel like maybe... you should stay up a little longer?"

"Oh you do, do you?"

"Yeaaaaaaaah." Tickle time. Bart tickled at Cissie's ribs. "Do you know. I'm sort of totally in love with you, Cissie."

Cissie squeaked and tried to squirm away, grinning. "Totally in love with me? Are you suuuuure?"

"Yep!" He kept tickling her for a minute, then let her squirm away. "Totally and completely madly in love with you."

Cissie rolled to her back, turning her head to look sideways at him. She smiled and reached over to catch his hand and lace her fingers through his. "I think this works nicely, because I'm kind of madly in love with you too."

"God, that's so perfect. Who knew?" Bart rubbed his nose against Cissie. "You're the best thing to ever happen to me."

Cissie wrapped her free arm around him, running her fingers through his hair. "I think you've got that backwards. You're the best thing to ever happen to me."

Bart closed his eyes and sighed, tangling his legs up with Cissie's. "That feels nice. Maybe we're the best things that ever happened to each other?"

Cissie continued playing with his hair and kissed his cheek. "Maybe we are. I could live with that."

Bart didn't say anything for awhile, just feeling completely happy and at peace holding onto Cissie, her fingers playing in her hair. "When we get married, can we dance to that Cinnamon Lips song?"

Cissie giggled. When he said things like that--'when we get married,' 'when we have kids'--it made her happier than she really knew how to express. So she just kissed him and hooked a leg around his, pulling him closer. "Okay. There is apparently an actual dance that goes with it, but I think we should just make up our own."

"Okay." Bart grinned. To him, talking about this was like talking about his next meal. It was inevitable, but in a good way. Bart was going to marry her, and have kids with her, and be happy for the rest of his life. Thinking any other way was unacceptable. "But it shouldn't be our first dance, because that's supposed to be sappy. So that should be, like. The 'I Like Big Butts' song. Are you going to be Cissie King-Jones-Allen? Do you think maybe we can have sex in the tent on the road trip, because I think it'll be romantic, but if you're not ready we don't have to, that's okay. Can I maybe move in here? When we get back? For a little. Until, I dunno. I figure stuff out with my room mate."

Cissie blinked. Sometimes when Bart did this--spit out a lot of important things in one breath--she had to take a few seconds to let her brain catch up and process it all. She didn't mind--it was so very Bart and so somehow endearing, even if occasionally confusing. "Um. Okay." She took a deep breath and attempted to answer him. "I am totally in favor of skipping the Big Butt song in favor of Cinnamon Lips--remind me when the time comes to keep Kon away from the DJ. I... hadn't thought about that. King-Jones-Allen is kind of a mouthful, huh?" She bit her lip, unable to keep from smiling. "I kind of like it, though."

She kissed him, then hummed thoughtfully. "Romantic, really? In a tent, next to a tent where Kon and his super-hearing are?" She wanted to know what Bart was thinking, but she wasn't completely opposed to the idea. She took another breath and kissed him again. "I'd like it if you lived here. With me. No matter what's going on with Tabby."

Bart knew that he was sometimes (often) too fast for the people he talked to. He took a breath and went backwards. "Nothing's going on with Tabby. We barely see each other. I'm too afraid to talk to her, and I'm not a mind reader, so I guess I'll give her space. Or I'll take space. Either one. And... I want to be with you. I love waking up with you and falling asleep with you and making you breakfast and knowing that if I have a bad dream, you're there next to me"

Cissie hugged him closer, kissing him again. "I want to be with you. I like all of those things too. I want you to be with me all the time. And--not just because you need think you and Tabby need space."

"I should just tell her you and I are going to move in together permanently, but I don't know how." Bart shrugged. "And, yeah. Romantic. We'll set up our tent somewhere secluded and who cares about Kon's superhearing? He'll either be busy with Tim and Cassie, or... he'd hear us anyway, it just would be Sex Sex." He snuggled into Cissie's body, sighing contentedly. "I think it would be romantic in the woods, under the stars. By a lake or a river or something."

Cissie wrapped her arms around him, leaning her head against his. She stroked his hair absently, listening, and gave a thoughtful hum. "That does sound romantic." She kissed his temple. "I... think maybe that would be okay."

"Okay. I'll..." Bart blushed a little. "Bring condoms. Just in case. But that doesn't mean we have to! I only want to if you're ready. I know this is dorky, but I want it to be special."

Cissie smiled and touched his face, making him look at her. "I love you, you know that? No matter when we do it, it will be special."

"Okay." Bart smiled and kissed her lightly. "I kinda like King-Jones-Allen. It's long and random. And our kids can be King-Jones-Allenses too."

She laughed. "It's a good thing we picked short first names, then."

"Yes. Yes it is." He kissed the tip of her nose. "Definitely no Bartholomew the Third."

Comments

[ihavettk.livejournal.com]

Aww, they are cute. And Kon wouldn't use his superhearing to eavesdrop on them having sex! He has some idea of privacy. And is happy to distract himself with Cassie and Tim. Mmm distractions....

Sorry, got distracted there. Also, Max would really like it if one of Bart's kids were named after him. :-P

[butimwondergirl.livejournal.com]

King-Jones-Allen is adorable. And Bart is too much. Cuuuuuuuute <3

[deductionmaster.livejournal.com]

Awww. This was so sweet! :D

And, OMG HEE at the Cinnamon Lips song. LMAO <3