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Subtle

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She'd known of Connor Hawke when he was Green Arrow, but when Cassandra Cain met him for the first time it was very far from their respective homes, while seeking out an obscure martial arts master north of Beijing. He told her that, having failed to find himself while visiting familiar places, he thought he'd try some unfamiliar ones. He was remarkably sanguine for someone who had lost their entire past, and almost able to keep up with her in a way that few people were. Cass found she liked him.

Connor liked her, too. Cassandra wasn't sure why he didn't kiss her, when the casual touches and the tilt of his body toward hers said that he very much wanted to. Eventually, it made him slip while sparring and allowed Cass to throw him into a bush. When she offered him a hand, he looked at it mistrustfully for a second before taking it, half-expecting (and not wrongly) that she might just throw him into something else. He kept his hand wrapped around her wrist for longer than was strictly necessary, and so Cass finally decided to take the initiative and yanked him toward her.

Connor was prepared to to roll with Cass throwing him over her hip, and so he started when she instead pressed her lips to his. For a long moment it was terribly awkward, with their noses in the way and a bit too much teeth and Connor just standing there, but then he seemed to catch on. He tilted his head to match hers, and the way he moved his lips was soft and cautious and a little chaste, nothing touching but their mouths and his grip that was still tight on her arm. Like he didn't know what to do with his hands. So finally she took his wrists and firmly placed his palms on her waist, stepping forward so that they were pressed together and looping her arms around his neck.

There. Now she could twist her hands in his short gold hair and pull him down, make things a little deeper as she skated her tongue against his lips. Connor tightened his grip on her waist, encouraged, and he sucked lightly on her lower lip. He smelled of sweat and soap. Cass's fingers scratched at the stubble on the back of his neck, making his breath hitch just a little. She could feel his heart racing, out of sync with hers but just as fast, and he slipped his tongue against hers, light and tentative as everything else he'd done.

When she pulled away, Connor made a soft little sound in the back of his throat. His cheeks were flushed and he looked more surprised than if she had thrown him. (Understandable. Throwing each other into things was not new. Kissing was.) Cass imagined he thought he'd been being subtle. She shrugged.

"You weren't doing anything about it," she said, and Connor gave a startled little laugh.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Kiss me again." Clearly, Cass was going to have to take charge if she wanted this to go anywhere.

"I can do that." And he did.
A Cass/Connor fic originally posted on my LJ.
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