Gotham's Regents (Closed)

"So that would be all the guys. . .well maybe by. . ." The actual numbers were floating around his head at the moment. "Yeah, I can see how that might have gotten messy. But a Dad with a gun is a pretty good reason not to keep hitting on a girl. Especially in this city. I mean back home in Bellwood where the police wouldn't quite know what to do with a bunch of kids with slingshots? Okay you date that guys daughter but here?"

"Okay, ex virgin." Ben finally added working his way back up to her arms before kissing her behind the ear.
 
"Well that goes without saying." Ben replied. "Though most eighteen year olds aren't but so interested in younguns. Call me crazy I actually like tits." Ben said taking a deep breath and lotioning up his hands again. This time he started with her belly, he really couldn't quite get over the contrast between this battle maiden and every other woman he'd been with. Even the various wounds were much more fascinating. "Make sure you warn me if I need to run. I think I speak for everybody when I say 'don't piss off Batman or those with access to his toys' are words that just about everybody agrees with."

He scooped up the undersides of her breasts resisting the urge to taste her agin and went back to lotioning her up.
 
Ben bit his lower lip. "I guess I could have phrased that a little more elegantly huh? Guess that's just more for me though."
 
"Yes we are." Ben laughed closing his eyes for a moment. "Course I'm not really sure what teens are like. I was ten the first time Vilgax came to the conclusion that if he wanted what was on my arm he didn't need the rest of me." Ben's hands, glossed over her nipples, just barely touching them before moving down to her arms.
 
"Well with you around I might not need my right as much." Ben said stretching a moment later his eyes widened. "I mean cuz you're a hero and can protect the world and stuff. Not that I need protecting. Oh jeez. . ."
 
Ben closed his eyes for a moment. "Well I guess I did sort of wander into that one. You'd think I'd have planned for a situation like this." Ben said finally climbing off her and laying next to her.
 
"What? No. Dear God no." Ben said with a smirk. "You think I come up with all those quips I throw at villains on the fly? Not a chance sometimes I sit around watching old 80's flicks just so I know to say if I ever happen to find myself in a fight with t-rex with a cigar." Ben's hands instinctively moved to the redheads hips.
 
"Thank whatever gods there are." Ben sighed kissing her back. He folded his hands behind his head and let his eyes drift shut for a moment. IT was another odd sensation. Sleeping with a woman, well to be fair this was more like passing out with a woman but he didn't need to be told that she was showing him that slightest bit of mercy by pretending she needed rest. She could easily go another twelve rounds and Ben knew it.

"Oh dear God, you sleep all day don't you?" Ben chuckled. "Oh well, I'll find something to do when every inch of me demands I get up and find where you hide the bacon. . .speaking of you don't have any odd eating habits I should be scared of do you? Nothing in the fridge is gonna fight back?"
 
"That I can handle beautiful." Ben said kissing her forehead and happily drifting off to sleep.

He had no idea what time it was when he started stirring again only that his earlier predictions were right. The middle of his back and thighs groaned in protest. Not that he was upset about it.

Ben carefully untangled himself from Barbara taking a moment to brush her hair away from her face. She was cute like that, such a contrast from both the terrifying Batgirl he'd seen intimidate a full grown man twice her size into talking and the lustful wench she'd been just hours ago.

Niether of those women were people he wanted to wake up just yet though so he slipped away to the kitchen and like she'd said it was normal. It was a pleasant change from his grandfather's. . .eclectic tastes formed over decades of alien embassy work.

Six eggs and half a package of bacon sounded like overkill. So he went with that and toast while he figured out her coffee maker. "I can work a one of a kind piece of alien tech. Coffee makers have a 50/50 chance of baffling me." Ben muttered poking at it until he was satisfied he'd gotten it working.

It was then at the slight sound something rustling that he realized he hadn't bothered with pants. Actually he only had his emergency change in the back of his car, he hadn't planned on staying. There were certainly worse problems to have though.
 
Ben's eyes widened and he jumped slightly against Barbara. "Oh right, the beautiful woman who lives here. We should bell you or something." He mumbled trying and failing to resist the urge to roll his hips against her hand. "I can think of worse ways to get up in the morning.

He really could, he simply prefered not to. Just not spending the night in the Rustbucket or a hotel was rare enough that he considered it a treat rather than the norm.

"Probably shouldn't distract me too much, nobody likes burnt food." He said turning his head toward her but enjoying the rest of her skin against his own.

He was certainly unblemished by comparison to most heroes, especially those who didn't have super powers like the bats. But he did have a few, most notably one around his arm directly over the Omnitrix and another slash on his shoulder. Beyond that though he did look terribly average, even a bit soft. Certainly not out of shape, but the kind of casual toned that came with being active and athletic, not training.
 
Ben bit down on his lower lip. "Oh that's not even close to fair." He was quickly hardening to her surprisingly smooth but firm touch. Ben found her such an entrancing combination of hard and soft.
 
"Oh hey." Ben said forcing himself to remain casual. It wasn't his first time meeting 'a' Robin but he'd never learned which was which and only assumed this was the one he'd met with before.

Regardless Ben wasn't about to admit that he'd been snuck up on twice in one morning and after ten years of finding creative ways to be naked ranging from fire to magic blasts to clothes eating mutant moths and everything in between being nude in front of strangers was something he'd gotten over.

"Breakfast?" He asked motioning around. "And pants. Pants would be nice."

He might not be overly shy but that didn't mean he was utterly brazen.
 
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