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Tim paced back and forth in his office as though the walls were closing in around him. He was waiting for you to arrive, asking to meet you during lunch. It was a stupid idea honestly, why did he think this was ever going to work? 

You’d been his best friend since kindergarten, been through thick and thin together. Tim held no secrets from you, not even when he became Robin nor when he became Red Robin. 

So why was this so hard to ask?

Maybe it was because of the massive crush he’s been harboring for years. It was the reason why Tam broke up with him, she could see the way he looked at you. Like there was no one else in the room but you. 

But of course, you held no such feelings. Why would you?

The knock on his door brought Tim out of his thoughts, as you stepped through the door. As beautiful as ever, he couldn’t fight the smile creeping onto his face and curving his lips. 

Looking at Tim, you raised a brow as you stepped closer. “Tim, what did you call me up here for?” 

Clearing his throat, Tim loosened his tie. “I uh–I have a favor to ask you.” 

Tilting your head, you gave him a look. “What’s up Timmy?” 

Letting out a sigh, Tim sat on the front of his desk and crossed his arms. You couldn’t help but notice the way his sleeves tightened around his arms giving you a little taste to the muscle underneath. If only the fabric gave more away.

“You know the event I was going to next week?” 

You nodded, “Yeah, what about it?” 

“Well, it’s couples only. I–like an idiot–didn’t think to check before I signed up.” 

Now you were confused, why was he telling you about this? Tim must have caught on to your expression because he chuckled and sat up straight. 

“So?” 

Tim huffed a laugh, “So, you are coming with me.” 

“Excuse me?” 

Pushing off his desk, Tim walked over to you. Watching the way he walked, you could smell the espresso he just finished combined with his cinnamon and orange cologne. Stopping mere inches in front of you, there was nothing you could focus on but the slight tilt of his lips into a smile you knew and loved. 

“Come on, I have no one else to go with and it’s for couples. Do I really need to get on my knees and beg?” 

You crossed your arms and looked at him, did he really have to give you the cute little smile? 

What was the worst thing to come of this? You were going to go away for a week with your best friend and stay in a lavish resort somewhere you could relax and not stress. 

What could possibly go wrong? 

Letting out a sigh, you dropped your head before looking at him. “Alright, when do we leave?”

Exactly a week later, you and Tim were pulling up to a massive resort in Vermont. He kept rambling on about how it was beautiful this time of year –whatever that meant. But you had to admit when the snow and ice refracted the sunlight just right it looked like a vision from your wildest dreams. 

The cab pulled up to the front and the bellhops immediately helped get your luggage onto the trollies. Getting out, you were greeted with the fresh scent of the winter snow and felt shivers go down your spine. 

Tim stepped out, and he saw you looking around. A smile spread across his face, seeing you so happy. Walking around, he bumped your shoulder looking at you. 

“You regret coming on this trip with me yet?” 

Bumping him back, you chuckled. “Come on Tim, we’re in a massive resort in Vermont. How bad could this be?” 

It didn’t take long for Tim to get the room key, playing off that you were his excited girlfriend who couldn’t wait to get to the spa. He certainly got that part right, that’s for sure. 

The bellhop followed you and Tim up to your room, pulling your luggage along. Walking side by side, you looked around at the decorations as Tim led you up to your suite. Using the card, he opened the door, and you were greeted with a luxurious suite. 

Letting yourself in, you set your bag on a chair and looked around in wonder. There was a huge, ornate fireplace, cozy couches, chairs, and a wide-open balcony. There was an attached kitchen and another door that led to the rest of the suite. 

Tim chuckled, watching you with a bright smile on his face. He couldn’t deny how adorable you looked walking in circles as you inspected the room. Turning, he pulled the bags off the trolley and gave the bellhop a tip for helping you two out. 

Ignoring Tim, you walked over and saw the door leading to a massive bedroom. There was an attached bathroom, another balcony, and an even bigger closet. But what caught your attention the most, was the king-sized mattress in the middle, complete with a canopy above and curtains to draw. 

“Hey, Y/N! Everything to your liking?” he asked, walking in. He saw the expression on your face and gave you a concerned look. “Everything okay?” 

Jumping out of your thoughts, you turned to look at him with a smile. “Huh? Oh! Yeah, everything is great. There is just one little detail we need to work out,” 

“What?” 

You gestured your thumb to the bed. “Who sleeps in that, and who gets the couch?” 

Tim looked in the direction you pointed, and let out a little “Oh”. That would make a lot of sense, he hadn’t even thought about sleeping conditions. “If it makes you feel more comfortable, I can sleep on the couch?” 

Staring at the bed, you weren’t sure what you wanted. It wouldn’t be the first time you shared a bed with him. During high school, Tim would crash in your bed or you would end up crashing in his. 

It would be the first time since you realized your feelings for him. Taking a deep breath, you put a smile on your face. “How about we share the bed? We are supposed to be a couple, plus –it wouldn’t be the first time we’ve done it.” 

Tim had a thoughtful look on his face, he didn’t have anything against it. He just didn’t want to make things awkward, and ruin your friendship. Or wake up cuddling into you tightly and freaking you out.

“Are you sure?” 

Walking over, you sat on the bed and gasped as you sunk into it. “Come on, I promise we’ll be fine.” 

Rolling his eyes, Tim set his bag to his usual side before walking over to sit next to you. Even he couldn’t fight the laugh at sinking into the mattress. Pushing yourself back, you sprawled out on it, enjoying the warmth it offered. 

“So, what’s on the itinerary for today?” 

Tim moved so he was lying next to you, “Well, there is nothing planned until tomorrow. We could go to the hot tub later tonight? Get in a nice swim and relax some?” 

You pondered the thought, it seemed like a good idea. Taking a dip in the hot tub sounded like something you needed right now and it would give you and Tim a chance to relax. God knows Tim needed more time to unwind. Nodding some, you curled up. 

“We can go later, until then what shall we do?” 

Five hours, a nap, and a game of ISpy later, you and Tim were walking down to the locker rooms. Parting ways, you tucked your bag over your shoulder and walked into the locker room into change. 

Taking no longer than ten minutes, you slipped into a simple black and red bikini and swung your towel over your shoulder. Exiting the locker room, you followed the signs that led to the hot tub outside in the falling snow. 

Stepping out into the cold air, you shivered watching the snow falling around you. Tim was sat in the tub, engaging in conversation with some of the other people with him. 

Tim didn’t hear you come out, too focused on his conversation to notice until you were five feet away from him.

His eyes raked over your figure, lingering on the expanse of your legs. How soft they looked as you walked, watching each step. Tim's mind wandered to how nice they'd look wrapped around him as he– 

Quickly shaking the thought out of his head, Tim got to his feet. He had to stop thinking about you like that, you were his best friend and Tim was sure you were going to think he was creepy.

He offered you a hand, helping you down into the tub. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the sight of his chest, and abs. The water raced down his sculpted body, almost as though it’d been carved out of marble by Michelangelo himself. 

When was the last time you saw Tim shirtless? You couldn't remember, but you were going to remember this for sure. Trying to fight your straying gaze from lingering on the V shape of his abs, you looked at the other people around. 

Hopefully, they didn't just catch you checking out your best friend.

While he helped you into the tub, he couldn’t help but notice the coloring of your bikini. You were wearing his colors: black, red, and yellow and it stirred something in him. He wasn’t sure if you did it on purpose, but Tim was suddenly filled with the desire to see it in tatters on the floor and you writhing under him. 

Sitting down next to you, Tim wrapped an arm around your shoulders to keep you close. 

“What were you talking about?” 

A couple in front of you were watching you and Tim intently. “Tim here was just telling us how you two met.” 

Looking at him, you gave Tim a surprised look. “Were you?” 

“You act like it’s something to be ashamed of.” 

“It is!” 

Tim chuckled, thinking back on that day. You were eleven and it was the first day of sixth grade. You walked into your math class to find a small Tim Drake in the back corner working furiously on his homework. Of course, you walked right up to him and asked to be his friend. 

Naturally, you were joined at the hip ever since. 

As he finished the story, everyone around you was chuckling while you wanted nothing more than to sink into the hot tub water. 

***

Tim’s arms held you against the bed, his breath fanning over your neck. You could feel your thighs quaking, shaking from keeping your hips up as Tim thrusted into you. Clenching the soft sheets under you, a pathetic whine left your lips as he dragged his teeth down your spine.

“Ah! Tim please!” your body shivered under his touch, your pussy clenching around his thick cock. 

You felt his breath against your ear, an airy chuckle filling your senses. “Look at you, taking my cock like the whore you are.” 

Tim’s teeth latched onto your lobe, pulling softly as you rocked your hips against his. You moaned his name, curling your toes feeling the pool of desire build.  Feeling your walls flutter around his cock, Tim’s thrust got harsher as he chased after his high. 

“You gonna cum all over my cock, baby?” he panted, his sweat-coated chest pressed flush against your back. 

Feeling the waves of euphoria wash over you, your body jolted as you came a cry filling the air. 

A pair of arms were wrapped around you, holding you close to the person’s chest. The lingering effects of sleep were still upon you, feeling something pressed firmly against your ass while your core ached from the dream you just had. 

With that thought, your eyes shot open jumping away from the man behind you. The very same one you just had a sex dream about, how much of that did he hear? 

Carefully, not wanting to wake him you exited the bed and headed straight for the bathroom. Locking the door, you sat on the side of the tub and held in your agitated screams. 

Who knew what the hell you were doing in your sleep? For all you knew, you could have been grinding into Tim’s crotch further making it that much more embarrassing. 

If this was any sign as to what the rest of this trip would be like, you were in for a long week. 

Tim sat up slowly, confused as to why you ran to the bathroom. Running a hand through his hair, he pushed the blanket off when he saw it. His face went a furious shade of red, no wonder you ran. 

Of all the days, today he had to wake up with morning wood. This had to go down in history as one of the worst days in his life, and he was almost murdered on a regular basis. 

Taking advantage of you hiding in the bathroom, Tim got himself dressed. It didn’t take long for you to reappear, grabbing your shoes. “You ready to head down to breakfast?” 

Tim gave you a nod, slipping his on before grabbing his room key. “Sounds amazing, the retreat does come with a full breakfast buffet.” he grinned. 

You rolled your eyes and grabbed your purse. “Come on Dork Wonder, we have a fancy breakfast to catch.” 

***

After bundling up with coats, scarves, and hats you and Tim took to the outside world. He had his camera with him, while you carried his bag on your shoulder. You were glad Tim never gave up on his photography hobby even after he became Robin. 

But it did make you curious to know what he took pictures of now that the caped crusader was off the table along with his allies. 

The trail you were walking on had a fresh layer of snow, but the path was plowed. The sun refracted off the small crystals, making the mountainside look like it was covered in diamonds. 

The air was cold, nipping at your nose as you inhaled the evergreen scent. You could hear the faint shutter sound of Tim’s camera as he captured the natural beauty around him. Little did you know, his lens was focused on you. 

Tim loved the way you looked in the winter landscape, the way your scarf waved in the wind as you looked around with an awestruck expression. Neither of you ever saw landscapes like this in Gotham, even in the winter. 

There was something about you that always drew Tim in, maybe it was the way you saw the world. Always looking at it in such wonder, awestruck at the things around you. Tim wanted to remember this forever, and that’s what he did. He wanted to capture this moment with you forever and hold it in his heart. 

Turning to look at him, you caught Tim looking in your direction. With a laugh, you crossed your arms. 

“Did you bring me out here to take pictures while I freeze my ass off?” 

Peeking over the camera, Tim gave you a sheepish look. His cheeks and nose were tinted pink from the bitter cold, making you smile at the adorable look on his face. 

"I'll get you all the hot chocolate you want if you just stood still for once." He chuckled, crouching down to get the angle he wanted. 

You raised a brow and gave him a look, Tim snapping the picture of you surrounded by trees covered in snow and ice. 

"Would it kill you to smile?" 

Puffing out air, you relaxed your body and stood in a more natural stance smiling at your best friend. You heard him take a few pictures before you held out your hand.

"Alright, your turn bird wonder." 

Tim gave you a look, before glancing at his camera. Letting out a sigh, he handed it to you  

"Fine, but don't mess with the settings. The aperture, ISO and Shutterspeed are already set for here so don't–"

Placing the strap over your head, You shoved Tim back with a laugh. "You make me sound incompetent with cameras. Remember who bought you your first?"

Holding the camera up, you caught Tim's face before his smile could disappear. You weren't sure what it was, but all the Wayne boys seemed to be naturally photogenic. It was impossible to take a bad picture of them.

A while later, you were passed by another couple. 

"Do you want us to take your picture?"

Turning back, you saw one of the couples from the hot tub last night. Looking at Tim, he shrugged.

"Could you please?" You asked, handing the camera over. 

They smiled and took it with a nod, "Of course! Now go stand by lover boy." 

You giggled and walked over, Tim wrapping his arms around your waist. You made various poses, the final one of you two looking at each other.

Tim's arms were warm, keeping you pressed into the heat of his body. You were content with your current position but it seemed your companions were not. 

"Go on, give us a kiss! It'll make a beautiful picture."

Your eyes widened, watching Tim. His eyes seemed to be searching for something, waiting for you to object.

"It's just a kiss, what could go wrong?"

A lot. You thought a lot could go wrong.

Tim's hand came up to cup your face, turning you towards him. Could he feel your heart pounding, trying to beat itself out of your chest? There was no way he missed the way your breath caught in your throat when you felt his fan over your lips.

But most of all, he couldn't miss the way you kissed him like he was the last person on Earth. Right?

Tim's lips were soft against yours, soft but cold from the winter air. His hands tightened around your waist, keeping you close to him while your gloved fingers wound into his dark locks.

After a minute or so, Tim finally pulled away and gave you a look that almost had you jumping for more. Almost. 

You thought you could play off your little crush, say it was all the time you spent together. But after that, there was no way you could deny it. 

Somewhere along the way, you fell in love with Timothy Drake and you fell hard.

After your photo session, you and Tim made your way back to the resort desperate to get some warmth. You could still feel the heat from your cheeks from the kiss, the lingering warmth of Tim's body. 

What were you going to do? You kissed him and wanted to keep kissing him until you couldn't. But this was all a cover, Tim didn't love you like you did him.

It seemed hot chocolate and a cozy fireplace were all you were going to get from him. 

Once you were back to your suite, you ditched the coat, hat, and gloves before grabbing one of the blankets from the couch and curled up in front of the fireplace. 

The heat tickled your skin, instantly warming you up. Not even seconds later, Tim walked in with a TV tray holding all the fixings for a perfect cup of hot chocolate, including a bottle of Irish crème. 

Chuckling as you watched him sit down, Tim made you a mug and handed it over.

Giving him a sheepish smile, you inhaled the chocolatey scent humming in content. Taking a sip, it tasted even better than it smelled. The perfect mix of cocoa, milk and alcohol to warm you up.

Peeking at Tim from over your mug, you raised a brow. "Trying to get me drunk, Timothy?"

"Nope. Just want you warm."

"Then get over here and warm me yourself," you muttered.

Tim raised a brow, setting his cup to the side before curling up next to you in the blanket. Your toes wiggled, still ice cold as you fit them under his calf.

"Holy shit, you're freezing." He muttered, pulling you closer. You swore your heart stopped when he pulled you into his lap. Was he doing this on purpose?

No, Tim was just trying to warm you up faster that's all.

But you couldn't deny how good it felt to be so close to him, basking in his body heat. 

The two of you sat and watched the fire roar, the cackling of wood to fill the quiet air as your conversation died down. Your eyes were heavy, and without thinking, you curled into Tim's chest and fell asleep listening to his heartbeat as he stroked your hair.

***

You held a cup of hot chocolate in your hand, looking at all the lights strung across the streets. They were a soft white, twinkling against the dark sky like they belonged with the stars. 

Tim walked beside you, holding the bag of souvenirs you got for your families upon your return home. It was your second day at the resort, and you both were taking a walk through the local town just outside enjoying all the snow and winter decorations. 

There were stores upon stores filled with various winter-themed items and decorations. The smell of gingerbread and peppermint was in the air, fresh cookies from a bakery down the street smelling up the air around you. 

Grabbing Tim’s hand, you ran down to the bakery with a laugh, the smell of fresh cinnamon rolls and pies luring you in. Tim followed you with a laugh, watching your face light up at the sight of it decorated like a gingerbread house. 

Ever since your kiss the day before, Tim wasn’t sure how to act around you. He wanted to be your friend still, but there was a nagging feeling deep down that he might want something more. But would it be worth risking your friendship? 

Leading him into the bakery, you looked at all the goodies from cakes to pies, cookies to strudels, and even rolls to every other sugary delight you could ever think of. 

Looking at Tim, you gave him the biggest smile. “Come on Tim! We have to get some!” 

Seeing the excitement in your eyes, how could he refuse? Letting out a sigh, he agreed. There was no way you would overdo the shopping right? 

How very wrong he was. 

If he thought the number of gifts you bought was a lot, that was nowhere near the number of cookies, cakes, and other delectable goodies you walked out of that bakery with. 

It was a good thing Tim planned ahead because there was no way either of you would be able to walk back.

He led you back down the street, where he stopped and checked his watch. 

“Tim, what are we doing?” you asked, following behind him dragging your feet. 

“Just trust me will you?” 

Giving Tim an unimpressed look, you pursed your lips. “The last time you said that to me, Bruce yelled at us for Rickrolling him with the batcomputer.” 

Tim laughed at the memory, he was still Robin when that happened, and ever since everyone has pranked Bruce at least once with a Rickroll. It was safe to say he did not enjoy that trend very much. 

“I swear, this is something you’ll enjoy.” 

“Where have I heard that before?” you muttered. 

Narrowing his eyes, Tim walked over and poked your nose. “ Oh just hush and trust me,” 

Not given much else of a choice, you crossed your arms with a huff and waited patiently. Or as patiently you could be in the cold. With the sun gone and set, the winter nights were colder. You were usually huddled up with Tim, but after your kiss, you were unsure of what to do. 

Would he think you’re being too clingy, or would he just brush it off like every other time you tried to be honest about your feelings? It’s not that Tim did it on purpose, he was just always so busy with work and hero stuff that he honestly forgot or wasn’t paying attention. 

He never stopped working, even when on vacation and it was only going to wear him down more. 

Standing next to him, you watched as he checked his watch briefly every few seconds like he was waiting for something. But what was it? 

You could hear the faint sound of bells jingling in the night air like it was Santa’s Sleigh coming to drop off presents to all the good boys and girls in town. Tim’s head perked up at the sound as he pocketed his phone in his coat and grabbed one of your bags. 

Within seconds, a horse-drawn sleigh was parked in front of you, the driver tipping his hat to both you and Tim. 

“Hop in, I’ll take you wherever you want to go.” he smiled. 

Tim took the bags from your hands and helped you in, following after with the biggest smile on his face. Setting the bags at your feet, he grabbed the blanket and covered both of you with it. 

Finally getting the chance to warm up, you curled close to Tim who wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“Back to the resort, please?” Tim asked, pulling out the cash. 

The driver nodded and urged the horses onward, the sleigh jerking slightly as it was pulled down the street. 

On the sleigh ride back, you and Tim looked at all the lights up and watched in awe as they sparkled and twinkled as if they were meant for you. But that was just the hopeless romantic in you thinking of all the poetic things that could be. 

Not sure when you would get this sort of attention from him again, you curled into Tim and basked in his warmth. You were allowed to have that, right? 

The ride was spent in silence, both you and Tim just listening to the world around you as the song of nature sang you its tune. If you listened carefully, you could hear the secrets it was trying to tell you; but only to those who wanted to know. 

Once you got back, Tim paid the driver and led you back up to the suite. Dropping the bags off in the kitchen, you yawned and ditched your coat, shoes, hat, scarf, and gloves before walking to the bedroom to change. 

Pulling out the warmest pair of pajamas you brought, you changed into them and crawled into bed. Hugging the pillow, tightly you closed your eyes as you listened to Tim quietly change before crawling in next to you. 

You swore you felt his fingers brush over your cheek, but you knew better than to think that. It was probably your imagination mixing with your exhaustion. 

“G’night dork wonder,” you said with a sleepy smile on your face. 

“Get some rest, Y/N. I’ll see you in the morning.” 

Tim caught himself before he could place a kiss to your forehead, cursing himself for already letting himself stroke your cheek. He laid beside you and watched as you fell into an easy sleep, a soft smile playing on your lips. 

Even if he couldn’t be with you, there was no one else he’d rather be with. 

***

“Tim, I swear if you push me down this hill I’ll–” 

“You’ll what? Have to come back up to push me down?” he grinned, leaning over your shoulder to look at you. 

“No, I’ll drag you down with me.” 

Tim chucked and gave you a push down the hill, as you held onto the sled with a squeal as you went down the hill. 

Hearing a yell and a laugh behind you, you heard the light sound of Tim following after you in his own sled. 

There must have been a bump in the snow because your sled went up and you fell off it and rolled off into the snow. Coming to a stop, you blew the snow out of your face and looked at Tim who hit a rock with his sled and fell into a tumble as well. 

With a grin, you scrambled to your feet and grabbed a handful of snow. Not giving him the chance to get up, you threw it at Tim hitting him square in the chest. 

Sputtering from surprise, Tim turned to look at you with an expression you couldn’t discern. A grin curved onto his lips, making you feel a little uneasy. Before you could ask, you were in the face with a snowball while Tim was rolling over laughing. 

Wiping your face, you frowned. “That’s not fair!” you cried. 

“Not fair!? You threw it first!” 

“So? That doesn’t mean you throw it back!” 

Tim got up and ran in your direction. Sensing his slightly hostile intentions, you took off in the opposite direction wanting to get away from him and his vengeful snowballs. You could hear Tim dropping down to grab one before throwing them, a few bounced off your back and the rest missed. 

You couldn’t tell if he was purposely missing or if he was actually a bad shot. You really doubted it, but maybe he was going to play nice for once. 

Diving behind a bush, you made a couple of snowballs and peeked over to throw them only to see he was gone. Looking around, Tim was nowhere to be seen, instead, you felt a pair of hands grab you from behind and pull you to the ground. 

You flailed around, only to make Tim trip and land on top of you. 

The air was knocked out of your lungs, making you pant heavily as Tim stared down at you. His face was tinted pink from the cold, his eyes an icy blue compared to his usual look. He watched you carefully, his eyes not leaving you for a second as if he was testing the waters. 

You were still shocked that he was pinning you to the ground, his face mere inches from yours. Torn between kissing him and not, you grabbed some snow and shoved it in his face before laughing at his surprised state. 

Shaking the snow off, Tim looked down at you with a grin. “Really?” 

“That’s what you get for scaring me,” you grinned. “Now, how about getting off?” you asked. 

“It’s cold out here and I am freezing my ass off.”  

Tim laughed and rolled off you, getting to his feet. Offering a hand, he heaved you off the ground and pulled you up flush against his chest. Your breath fanned over his face, warming his skin as he held you close. 

“Warm enough for you?” he teased.

Trying to fight the heat rising in your cheeks, you smacked his chest. “Shut up and take me back to the suite. There is a hot bubble bath calling my name.” 

Tim chuckled and grabbed your sleds before leading the way back to the resort. 

After a warm, relaxing bath, you were dressed in a warm pair of pajamas and relaxing on the balcony with a hot cup of gluhwein. The night sky above you was beautiful, the stars twinkling across the dark expanse. 

The steam from your mug filled your senses with the spiced drink. This whole retreat had been wonderful so far, and you enjoyed every moment you’ve spent with Tim this last week. The last time you spent this much time with him, he invited you to a family retreat to the Caribbean. 

On nights like this, you missed the sun, the sand, and the heat. But you enjoyed the heat from Tim’s body as it was curled up next to you asleep. Looking at him, you saw Tim was passed on on the patio mattress tangled up in the blankets. His black hair was in shambles, breath even as he dreamed away the night. 

There was light snowfall, small flakes landing in his and your hair. The way they landed on Tim’s hair, it reminded you of the night sky you loved so much. 

You wanted to run your fingers through his hair, he was asleep so he wouldn’t feel it right? Holding your breath, you ran your fingertips through his hair and watched as he leaned into your touch. 

“Mmm, do that again,” he muttered. 

“You’re not asleep?” 

“No,” he slurred. “The wine made me sleepy though.” 

Unable to fight the smile from forming, you set the mug down before brushing his bangs out of his eyes. “Why don’t we go in, where the cold won’t make us sick, and go to sleep?” 

Tim gave you a sleepy nod before he sat up with a yawn, stretching his arms. Not caring all that much, he pulled you close and dragged you along towards the warm bed in the bedroom. Climbing in, he pulled you in after and covered you both with the comforter. 

Closing his eyes, Tim held you close before he drifted off once again. 

“Hey, Y/N?” he asked.

“Yes?” 

“Can you play with my hair again?”

Letting out a soft hum, you raked your fingers through his long locks. Tim’s face relaxed, as he drifted off into an easy sleep. Laying your head down next to his, you relaxed and fell asleep dreaming of a certain black-haired boy who was mere inches away from you. 

***

You leaned against the bar, sipping your martini. Tim stood across the room and was acting weird all night, barely letting you out of his sight let alone his reach. It was really starting to get on your nerves, he had no right to decide what you could do and where you could go. 

It’s not like he was your boyfriend or anything like he so plainly observed this morning. 

Safe to say that one hurt. 

Now you were ignoring him and every attempt he made at apologizing. You couldn’t tell Tim why you were so upset, that would involve telling him about the torch you’ve been carrying for years and you weren’t ready for that. 

A figure stopped beside you, his physique was tall and muscular. 

“One whiskey,” he said, leaning over and sending a glance your way. “And another martini for the lady here,” 

“Oh, you don–”

“I know, but how else am I supposed to get the number of a beautiful woman like yourself?” he asked. 

You felt the heat crawl across your face, before turning to look away. You couldn’t flirt, no matter how pissed you were at Tim you were supposed to be his girlfriend. You couldn’t hurt his image like that. 

“Sorry, but I’m here with my partner.” 

“I won’t mind if you don’t.” the mysterious man sent a grin your way, a grin that was waving all sorts of red flags. Sure you were here with Tim, and it would never happen with this guy, but you couldn’t deny the fact you enjoyed the attention. 

Tim never flirted with you, not like this with his intentions so obvious. 

“I’d appreciate it if you’d stop looking at my girl like that.” 

Hearing Tim’s voice, your head shot in his direction. He was glaring at the man next to you, his eyes furious with something hidden underneath. Standing between you, he blocked you from the view of the other guy you never learned the name of.

“I don’t think your girl appreciates being ignored like she is.” he retorted. 

Tim clenched his fist, he had a point. It’s not that Tim was ignoring you, he was giving you the space you wanted. After his blow up earlier, he owed it to you. 

“That’s what I thought, now how about yo–” 

“That doesn’t mean she deserves a creep like you, now get lost before I call security.” He adjusted the cuffs of his shirt, glaring at the man as if he was daring him to try and argue with Tim on this any further. If it wasn’t obvious to the guy who he was before, it was now. Timothy Drake was famous amongst the lower class and elite communities all over the world, his work with Bruce at Wayne Enterprises only pushed his popularity to new heights, that along with his good looks. 

Your eyes widened at his words, it wasn’t often Tim pulled the rich card, let alone the Wayne card but it seemed this was one of those times. Before anyone could say another word, Tim grabbed your hand and led you out of the ballroom and back towards your suite. 

Many things rolled off him, anger being the strongest. What did he have to be angry about? It’s not like he was the one hurt by his words. 

Tim was quick to open the door, pulling you in after him. Before you could say anything, you were pinned to the back of the door with Tim holding you in place. 

The fury was still present in his gaze as he stared you down, but something simmered beneath that something that had you rooted to the spot.

Before you could say a word, Tim's lips crashed to yours sending your whole world spinning. Teeth clattered, and hands tugged at hair desperate for more. You gasped, feeling Tim press the length of his body against you giving him full access to your mouth as he gave you the most Earth-shattering kiss you've ever had.

Remembering that oxygen was a thing Tim pulled back, his lips plump and tinted red from your lipstick. His hand rested in your waist, the other cupping your cheek.

"I can't do this, I can't keep lying to myself anymore. I need to tell you how I feel," he panted, looking at you like you were the only other person in the world. 

"I'm irrevocably in love with you, and everything about you Y/N."

Were you hearing him right? There was no way Tim felt the same way you did about him. Things don’t work like that, they never have, especially not for you. 

Tim watched your expression, his eyes filled with anxiety and what you deciphered as adoration. Was he really telling the truth? He was your best friend after all, and he would never lie to you. 

Unable to form a proper answer, you jumped forward wrapping your arms around his shoulders kissing him once more. The reply to his confession coming from your lips. Tim stumbled back from the force of your kiss, managing to catch himself before you could fall. 

Letting out a sigh of relief, his hands slid up your back curving your body to fit his perfectly. His fingers danced along the zipper line of your dress, slowly tugging it down as the fabric gave way. 

You felt the dress pool at your feet, stepping out of it as Tim led you back towards the bedroom, his lips not leaving yours for a second. Gripping your thighs, he lifted you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist. 

Tim’s hands roamed your thighs before he gripped your ass firmly and kneaded the flesh in his palms. Soft moans left your mouth, only to be swallowed by Tim’s. Managing to kick his shoes off, Tim laid you on the bed breaking the kiss. 

The image of you flustered, almost bare on the bed waiting for him was enough to send him reeling. How could he ever get used to a view like this? Leaning over you once more, Tim pressed a kiss to your lips before trailing down your collar. His hands undid the front of your bra, before peeling it off your body.

His mind was barely functioning enough to notice you wore red and black lingerie, awakening that primal urge within him again. Flashing back to the night at the hot tub, Tim let out a growl as he kissed further down your body. 

“That fucking bikini should be illegal, making it really hard to not rip it off and take you right then and there.” His tongue trailed down your body, followed by kisses. Moving his lips to your hip, he nipped softly grinning as you let out a squeal. 

Trailing down your thighs, Tim quickly lifted them over his shoulders as he pressed lingering kisses to your supple flesh. He wanted nothing more than to be between your thighs, making you scream his name as he went down on you for hours. 

Tim wanted to claim you, make everyone know you were his and his alone. 

Nuzzling his face into your thigh, he let out an airy chuckle. “I’ve pictured moments like this a thousand times, making you writhe as I make you feel so fucking good–” 

Leaning forward, he swiped his tongue through your folds making you gasp. Your hands went to his hair, pulling him closer as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked. Your hips squirmed under his touch, his hands stroking up your thighs. 

Your back arched off the bed, feeling Tim lap at your pussy with his tongue savoring every taste you gave him. He was like a starved man, devouring his last meal. 

Heels dug into Tim’s back as you writhed under him, tugging on his hair. 

“Tim! Oh Tim, please!” you squealed, tipping your head back as he continued his ministrations. 

Humming against your cunt, he couldn’t fight the grin as he peeked up at you to see your debauched face as he continued to suck at your clit. Slipping a finger in, he felt your walls contract telling him you were close, like your moans and pleas for him to continue didn’t. 

Adjusting your thighs, he pulled back and watched his fingers disappear into your greedy hole. “You’re so pretty like this, baby.” he groaned. “I wanna watch you cum, cum on my fingers please?” 

Tim added a second finger, kissing your thigh as he listened to each whine and whimper. Your legs wriggled, bracing for your approaching orgasm which was fast approaching. 

Your back arched off the bed as Tim continued his pace, pumping his fingers through your climax. Your cries were like music to his ears.

“There you go baby,” he kissed your thigh softly. “Just like that,” he praised. Sitting up, Tim licked his fingers clean before quickly ridding himself of his shirt and tie, tossing them to the side before climbing over your body.

Leaning over you, he pressed heated kisses across your throat before connecting his lips with yours. You could taste your desire on his tongue, making you pull him closer as you tangled your tongue with his. 

Lifting your knee, you rubbed his crotch making Tim hiss into the kiss. His pants were painfully tight, you could feel his erection pressing against your leg begging to be released from the confinement of his dress pants. 

Tim moved his hips against the pressure of your knee, soft whimpers leaving his lips only to be swallowed by your kiss. Sliding your hands down his chest, you began to undo the button slowly only to push them down just far enough you could palm his throbbing bulge.

Darting his hips into your hand, Tim buried his face into your neck letting you explore his body like he did yours. Nudging him onto his back, you straddled his waist and saw the blush creeping up on his face. 

“F–Fuck, baby please don’t tease.” 

A giggle left your lips as you leaned down to press kisses to his chest as you continued to rub his bulge through his boxers. Tim groaned, wanting to feel the warmth of your touch on him fully not through the fabric of his boxers. 

His back arched into your lips as you trailed your tongue over the lines of his chest, tracing each muscle as you went lower towards his hips. Looking up at him, your eyes connected with Tim’s as you gripped the front of his boxers and licked a long stripe up his abs. 

You watched his eyes widen, before dropping his head on the pillow. 

“You’re going to fucking kill me if you keep looking at me like that,” he muttered, draping his arm over his eyes. 

Chuckling to yourself, you slowly pulled his boxers down to meet his pants with Tim’s cock springing out of the material. “Maybe that’s my goal, for making me wait so damn long.” 

Daring to look down at you again, he watched as you licked up his shaft giving him a look of feigned innocence. His jaw dropped as he moaned, as he gripped his hair. That look on your face was driving him insane, if you continued to watch him like that Tim was sure he would explode. 

Not wasting another second, you took his tip into his mouth and began to suck while one of your hands stroked his shaft slowly. Your tongue traced over the slit, catching the precum leaking from it making him whine. 

You’d never thought you would ever hear Tim whine, let alone beg. Tim was like putty under your touch, melting completely letting you do whatever you wanted to him. 

Taking more of him into your mouth, Tim’s hands went to your hair and wound his fingers into it. He tried to pull you further onto his shaft, moaning with each inch you took while continuing to stroke him. 

Soon you had all of him in your mouth, his tip grazing the back of your throat. Your hands held his hips open before you began to bob your head along his shaft, sucking on his cock as you went. 

Tim’s eyes were closed as he tugged on your hair, his hips moving in time with your head forcing you to take more of him listening to your hums and wet sounds of you sucking his cock. 

“Oh fuck baby–feels so good.” he moaned, tipping his head back feeling his orgasm quickly approaching. Your mouth felt so good, the warmth pulling him into a state of bliss he couldn’t find his way free of. 

Your pace got faster as his moans got louder. Tim was an incoherent mess, unable to form words let alone a single thought as he cried out shooting his load down your throat. 

His hips stilled as you continued to bob your head, swallowing his release. Pulling off his cock, he watched as you wiped the corners of your mouth with your thumb before sucking it clean. Tim couldn’t take any more of this teasing, he had to have you now. 

Quickly you were flipped onto your back, Tim kissing and grabbing at every inch of your body. 

“Were you trying to kill me with that innocent act? We both know you’re anything but, how could you after taunting me all week?” 

A gasp left your lips as he rubbed his cock against your wet folds, coating it in your slick. Feeling that you were ready for him, Tim hiked one of your thighs over his waist and thrusted into you bottoming out in one movement.

He stuttered feeling your walls wrapped around him, sending his mind spiraling. How could he have waited this long, missing out on the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing his cock. After a moment, he began to thrust his hips setting an even pace. 

“First the fucking bikini, I almost ripped it off you the second it saw it,” he grunted, driving his hips forward as you moaned in his ear. Your heel dug into his back, just above his ass. 

“Don’t think I missed that little dream you had, who was it about? Was it about me baby?” 

His voice was level, demanding an answer from you as he continued to thrust his hips getting harsher with his movements. 

Your head tipped back, heat crawling over your skin. “H–How–” 

His teeth latched onto your ear. “I heard you moaning in your sleep, grinding your hips into my crotch.” he hissed. “Were you dreaming of me?” 

Nodding your head, you dug your nails into his back leaving marks. 

“Fuck, to think this could have happened then.” His pace got quicker, his thrusts getting sloppy as he continued to fuck you into the mattress. 

Your eyes rolled back into your head as he wrapped your other leg around his waist. Giving him a better angle, making sure he hit your gspot with each thrust. Your body was tingling from all the pleasure, Tim’s words making your brain so muddled you couldn’t think straight. You would give him anything he wanted if he only kept doing what he was doing. 

“Then tonight when that asshole was flirting with you, I wanted to break his jaw for even daring to look at you.” a moan left his lips as his hips stuttered, “How dare he flirt with what’s mine.” 

You’ve never seen this side of Tim before, the needy-possessive side. Jealousy was hot on him, and you wanted to see more of it. 

“May–Maybe we should invite him up.” you grinned, “Said he didn’t mind I was taken.” 

An inhuman growl left his lips, “Don’t you fucking dare.” Tim quickly pulled out, flipping you onto your stomach before gripping your hips and thrusting into you at a different angle. You squirmed against the bed, crying out his name.

“Tim! Oh! Fuck!” 

Your fists clenched the sheets as Tim leaned over and nipped at the back of your neck. “Is this what you want baby?” he panted, his hot breath fanning over your flushed skin. “Me to fuck you senseless out of jealousy?” 

“Yes! Please! Don’t stop, fuck don’t stop!” you cried, writhing under his body. 

Tim could tell you were close, his orgasm not far behind. His pace got desperate, urgent to make you cum and watch you coat his cock. He needed to claim you, mark you as his so no one would dare touch you. 

Waves of euphoria crashed over you, your orgasm wracking your body with pleasure as you cummed all over his cock. Tim moaned in your ear, cumming deep inside you as your walls milked his cock. 

He continued to thrust, transfixed by the sight of your pussy taking his cum covered cock. Fatigue quickly took over him as he pulled out and collapsed on the bed, you following suit and leaning into him. 

Your bodies were covered in sweat as he pulled you close and lifted a leg over his hips. 

“I love you so fucking much, Y/N,” he muttered, kissing you deeply. 

Tim gripped your thigh and pulled you close, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I love you too, Timmy.” 

***

Rough hands kneaded themselves into the tense muscle of your back. Calloused fingertips dug into your soft skin, pulling a moan from your lips. 

“God Tim, you’re hands are fucking magical.” 

A thin silk robe covered your body, as Tim worked his fingers into your back. It was your last day at the resort, and you both decided it was best you stayed in your room and enjoyed the last few moments you had with each other before returning home to your crazy lives and families. 

A smile formed on his face, Tim continuing to work his hands over your tight muscles. You felt you relax bit by bit as he loosened each one, soft moans leaving your lips. 

“Good to know you like my hands,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

You gave him a lazy smile, as you stretched across the table. 

Beside you the alarm went off, telling you it was time to switch. Tim removed his hands from your back as you sat up and yawned, stretching your arms. The silk robe loosened around you, exposing most of your chest and giving Tim a glimpse of your bare cunt. 

Coughing, he switched places with you laying on his stomach. You swung your leg over and straddled Tim’s hips with the robe draped around you. Tim bit his tongue, he knew you were doing this on purpose now there was no way you weren’t. He just couldn’t let himself get pulled in by the inviting heat emanating from between your legs.

Your fingers began to work into his muscle, Tim having a lot more than you did. You could see faint traces of his scars from the years of vigilante work, most were faded now but there were a few newer ones that had yet to. 

The muscles on his back rippled as you pressed a particularly sore spot on his back, making him groan and shift his hips. Lessening the pressure, you continued to work out the knot that was there listening to Tim’s moans, praising you for doing so good. 

His words shot sparks straight to your core, making you squeeze your thighs around his waist. Your hips shifted as your core pressed into the bare skin of his lower back. Tim clenched his fist, he could feel your wetness slowly coat his back making him want to do nothing more than to fuck you over the table. But your hands were making him finally find a sense of relaxation, making him melt into the table. 

When was the last time he was this relaxed? There had to be a time right? No way he was always so tense. 

His thoughts jarred to a halt when he felt you grind your hips slowly, panting under your breath. His back was slick, the way you glided over his skin so easily. He could feel each movement send jolts right to his crotch, making him painfully hard. 

It wasn’t long before his erection was pressing against the table, making him hold back his moans trying not to move. 

“Here, roll over so I can rub your chest and head.” you soothed, gliding your hands down his spine. 

Tim held his breath, unsure of how to respond. The head you were thinking of, wasn’t the one that needed rubbing. 

“Timmy?” you asked, completely unaware of the problem you were causing him. The second he rolled over, you would know and then proceed to make fun of him for it. But you also wouldn’t leave him alone until he told you or did what you asked of him. 

With a groan, he slowly shifted so it gave you the chance to lift your hips to let him roll onto his back. Content with his new position, you lowered your hips and gasped feeling his cock press against your folds through his sweats. 

“Oh,” 

Tim let out a sigh, feeling you pressed against him unintentionally lifting his hips. 

Balancing yourself with his shoulders, you gave him a look. “Not what I was expecting, want some help?” 

“This is your fault,” he groaned, rutting his hips up into yours.

Rising to your knees, you slid his sweats down just enough so his cock could be free. “And just how is this my fault?” 

“You know full fucking well how,” Tim slid his hands up and down your thighs, guiding you down onto his shaft with a low moan. His head lolled back, enjoying the warmth of your tight walls fluttering around him. 

Sliding your hands down his chest, you admired the way he looked as you began to ride his cock moving your hips at a sensual pace. You wanted him to relax, and if this was the way to do it how could you refuse? 

Tim’s hands gripped your hips, rolling them just right to make him see stars. You felt just as amazing as before, Tim could never get enough of your cunt taking him so well that it drove him up the wall. 

“That’s it baby–” he moaned, moving his hands to slide under the silken robe and grab your ass in both hands. “Keep going just like that.” 

You continued to move your hips, moaning under your breath as you enjoyed the feeling of the vein on his cock dragging across your walls. As you moved your hips, you rubbed his chest and abs enjoying the flex of his muscles each time he moved with you. 

Catching you by surprise, Tim bucked his hips making you squeal. 

“Oh!” 

Your nails dug into his chest, leaving marks as you scratched his skin. Tim moaned at the sensation, continuing to move his hips against yours. Gripping your ass tighter, he massaged it feeling your supple flesh move over his crotch. 

Bodies moving in sync, you leaned down and kissed him softly gasping against his lips as he brought a hand down to spank you while your ass was exposed. Tim continued, making you jolt against him as his cock brushed the bundle of nerves that had you mewling. 

Your body writhed against his, starting to get close as Tim slid his hands from your ass to your breasts and kneaded them in his palms. 

“Fuck, look at you taking my cock so well baby.” he groaned, biting your bottom lip. “Making me feel so good,” Tim watched as you closed your eyes and slowly lost yourself in the pleasure you were receiving, continuing to move your hips. 

Tim bucked his hips again, making you cry out. Once more and you were cumming all over his cock, gasping each time Tim bucked his hips. Feeling your walls tighten around him, Tim tossed his head back and came, painting your pussy with his hot seed. 

Panting heavily, you collapsed against his chest and laid there basking in the post-coital bliss. 

“Feel better?” 

“So much better.” 

***

The second you and Tim walked out of the airport, everyone knew something happened between you. The first clue was that you were holding hands as you walked in public. Dick had shown up to help you guys get home, with Jason and Damian with him making it a brother’s trip of sorts. 

“Hey you two, have a good time?” he asked. 

Stopping on the curb, you and Tim looked at each other before shrinking into your coats. “It was great, the resort was wonderful.” 

Jason eyed the way you guys reacted, something was definitely going on here. 

“What the hell happened? You two fuck or something?” 

Your eyes went wide as Tim blushed something fierce. Leave it to Jason to put two and two together. 

“Jason! Not in front of Damian!” Dick scolded, covering Damian’s ears. 

Damian batted his hands away, an irritated look on his face. “I know how sex works Grayson, I’m not four.” Turning his attention to the two of you, he did notice the way you stuck to Tim’s side more than usual and both of you were uncharacteristically quiet.

“But I do have to agree, something seemed to have happened this last week.” 

Tim let out a long drawn-out sigh, “Alright fine, we’re together. Happy?” 

Dick walked over and clapped his hand on Tim’s shoulder, “About time, who told who first?” 

You grinned. “Tim did after he got insanely jealous over some random guy who was trying to hit on me.” 

Everyone but Tim laughed, who only burrowed into his coat more. As you all climbed into the vehicles, you heard Jason sigh before climbing in. 

“Fucking ski trips man, something always happens.”