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When it came to “lying low,” it probably didn’t get any lower than this rank, dingy hotel. But at least Steph was safe, and she’d know Cass was safe. If she had to be trapped anywhere with anyone… she wouldn’t have picked this hotel, but she would have picked Cass.
It was a cookie-cutter old hotel room. A flat, creaky bed with threadbare blankets, a floor A/C unit that probably let in more outside air than it conditioned, and a boxy TV with a broken remote. Steph dumped her duffle on the scratched-up old table and, in the first turn of good fortune, won the rock-paper-scissors toss for who got the first shower, once Cass closed her eyes for it.
The water was clean, at least. Steph stayed under it longer than was probably polite, with Cass still waiting her turn, but it felt so refreshing and she really needed that at the moment. She finally shut the water off and half drip-dried standing in the tub, half toweled off with one of the two skimpy towels provided. At least she didn’t have to get back in her dirty clothes… for the moment. She didn’t have an inexhaustible amount of clothing with her, and who knew how long they’d end up having to stay holed away here. She strongly doubted the place had a reliable laundry service.
Of course, if they were stewing in dank clothes, it would probably make them look like they belonged here even more.
Steph resolutely put it out of mind. Running out of underwear was a bridge she would cross when she came to it.
When she stepped out of the bathroom and into the rest of what amounted to their enclosure, it was to find Cass lying loose on one half of the bed (the side closest to the door), limbs haphazardly hanging off the edge. Cass looked flushed and mussed in a pair of boxers and a sweatshirt. The TV was turned to some home improvement show, with someone destroying some original wood floors with a buzzsaw, but Cass wasn’t really watching it; her gaze was fixed on the ceiling.
“Shower’s free, but it’ll take a sec for the hot water to come back,” Steph said. “Sorry ‘bout that.”
“Cold’s fine,” Cass said.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re such a badass.” Steph sat on the bed with a bounce, and sat on something hard. Steph frowned, fished her hand under the sheets, and pulled out a dildo.
Steph stared at it. It was bright purple, and sort of abstractly-modeled at the end to just give the impression of a dickhead, and sort of shaped like an L. There were a series of buttons at the bend.
Her brain came back online and she finally remembered that she should drop it. She hurriedly did so, and Cass sat up and laid a hand on it. Like she kind of felt like she should hide it, but realized that was an impossibility now.
“You were just—while I was in the shower—?"
“Yes.”
God, maybe Cass was onto something about cold showers. Steph burned thinking about how, while she was washing the grime off of herself, Cass was only a door away, getting off.
“You want to try it.”
Steph startled. It was the way that Cass didn’t frame it as a question. She just knew. Steph flushed. She didn’t even have the safe ground of denial to retreat to when it came to Cass.
Usually, Cass’ ability to read people didn’t phase her. She was a generally exuberant person herself, so it wasn’t like Cass had ever pried open a door she’d wanted to keep closed. More like bumped against some saloon doors. And someone who could sow some more emotional honesty among the other Bats was a boon, as far as she was concerned.
Well, Steph took that all back now. This sucked.
“People don’t share sex toys, Cass,” she deflected.
Cass wrapped her hand around the shaft (Jesus Christ) and held up the bent end. “That’s what it’s for.”
Steph realized it wasn’t just a dildo. What she had mistaken for some sort of fancy ergonomic handle was in fact the other end of it.
In defense of her detective skills, the one thing she’d expected to find in Cass’ bed less than a dildo was a strapless strap-on.
Steph’s face burned. It set in that Cass hadn’t just offered to share her sex toy with her. Cass had just offered to fuck her.
She stood up fast. “I’m going to get us more ice.”
“The ice machine’s broken.”
“I’m gonna go see if it’s fixed,” she said, grabbed the key, and bolted.
Steph paced up and down the hall, but the hallways were too short for it to really release any energy, and she thought that Cass could probably pinpoint where she was from the creaking on the floor. She went to the ice machine even though it was definitely broken for want of anything else to do. There were a few stray, melting, mostly-water pieces of ice sitting at the very bottom of the machine. Steph trapped them in a corner, scooped them up, and wiped them across her face.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if the supervillains found them after all.
When Steph finally came back to the room, the bathroom door was closed. Steph heard buzzing on the other side of it, then the faucet, then the shower.
Cass eventually came back out, freshly-toweled and wearing the clothes she’d been wearing when—wearing what she’d been in earlier. She brought the strap out with her, and left it sitting on her bedside table.
➺➺➺
It was an extremely long night.
They slept back to back—or rather, Cass slept, taking deep even breaths in and out. Steph couldn’t sleep at all because she was hyper-fixated on Cass’ body heat radiating the space between them, and the minute movement of the blanket when she inhaled and exhaled, and the way those two absolutely mundane things were enough to make her pussy throb and soak the crotch of her panties. Steph laid frozen in the dark and didn’t so much as clench a pelvic muscle in case that was enough to rouse Cass the way a shout would.
The following day wasn’t much better.
It was one thing to be told you couldn’t get on the internet or use a smart phone, and it was another thing to actually have to live it. Steph had had this idea that they could entertain each other through this. Now she couldn’t even think of anything to suggest to do aside from the one thing she definitely shouldn’t do. Instead they just flicked back and forth through the local news channels, trying to gauge if there were any new developments and when they’d be able to leave that room. They were supposed to be lying low while the heat died down, but Steph felt like she was living in a kettle.
Every few hours Cass would take her toy and disappear into the bathroom. Steph first tried turning up the volume, then scooting right up next to the TV and laying her forehead on it to listen to the electric hum it gave off. It still didn’t drown out the sound of Cass’ strap. Steph now knew how long it took Cass to come. (Not long. Cass was evidently a very efficient masturbator.)
The more relaxed Cass got, the more wound up Steph got.
Why was it purple?
Steph was aware she did not actually own the color. She wasn’t even the only Gotham hero sporting it—Huntress was out there doing her thing and looking damn good while doing it. For all she knew purple dildos had been having a renaissance since the rise of the eggplant emoji. It wasn’t like she did a lot of sex toy shopping. The closest she’d ever come to having one was a handle of a particular hand brush she’d hoarded like she was Gollum back before her home life had fallen apart.
But it was hard not to draw inferences when it was sitting there being her color and Cass had suggested she get off with it.
Thinking about why it was purple was also making her think about Cass buying it which was making her brain crack a little. Steph could absolutely picture Cass walking into a sex shop bold as brass and using her spidey senses to identify the best vibrator of them all.
It was a good thing Steph was on an internet blackout, because she knew she definitely would have googled the make and model by now otherwise, and probably the only worse thing than wondering would be reading some ad copy specifically designed to entice customers and then wondering.
On the other hand, if she could play with her phone, she could do literally anything to distract herself from her thoughts.
The news channel shifted from giving a report on the ground to a bunch of talking heads rehashing the report from the ground. It made Steph itch to go out and do some actual investigating. Or itch to go out and do anything at all. She was getting frustrated from all sides.
Cass’ bored eyes drifted to the strap.
Steph jumped up from the bed. “I’m going to go investigate the hotel spa.”
“Don’t go outside,” Cass reminded her.
“Uh-huh," Steph agreed, booking it out of there.
➺➺➺
The spa was a jacuzzi and a vending machine half-filled with cheap face masks and lip balm. There was no one else around, which was what Steph had expected; this hotel was so low-tech that the front desk kept the room keys dangling on hooks behind the counter, and there’d been a lot of keys still available when she and Cass had checked in.
Steph had not brought a bathing suit, obviously, since she’d packed her bag in such a hurry (when had Cass had time to grab a sex toy? Did she just always have it ready to go?). She slipped into the jacuzzi in a t-shirt and the shorts she usually wore under her batsuit.
For a crazy second she thought about leaning into the jets and letting out some of her pent-up frustration, but if she were too chicken to fuck her hot best friend while they were stuck in their private hotel room, she was definitely too chicken to get off in a public hot tub.
(It was a pretty weak stream anyway.)
Steph crossed her arms over the lip of the tub and hung over the edge with a sigh. Is that what this was about? Being chicken?
Steph was used to being cool about sex. Self-possessed, collected, assertive, all of that. The trouble was that so much of confidence for her—for most people—was performance. Cass was a sandblaster of honesty blowing away any pretense or artifice. The only option with Cass was to be embarrassingly, entirely, immediately intimate. People could usually decide how much of themselves they showed to other people. Or they could at least have the delusion they weren’t broadcasting every thought and feeling. The only way to avoid that with Cass was to avoid Cass.
She probably knew things about Steph that Steph wasn’t even aware of. Steph had gone down a body language analysis youtube rabbit hole before. She knew how many subconscious cues people gave off, and Cass could read them all like—like a picture book, she supposed.
Cass knew she wanted to. Cass had offered to. And Steph…
What was she afraid of? That things would change? That things wouldn’t change?
There was only one key to the room. When Steph finally returned, laden down with machine snacks to supplement their dwindling food supply, she had to knock (shave and a haircut) to be let in. It took a couple seconds standing in the hall with the foil packets threatening to slip out of her fingers before Cass opened the door for her. Her cheeks were slightly pink, and her hair slightly mussed.
God, Steph had caught her in the middle of it. What was that quote? Hell was hot people?
➺➺➺
The afternoon dragged on. Time was excruciating. Steph wished she’d learned how to meditate or something. There was literally nothing to do; they didn’t even have enough extra food to use snacking to pass the time.
Well, there wasn’t nothing to do. There was a big fat something to do, but if Steph broke and started fooling around with Cass to pass the time, what then? The only thing worse than sitting and stewing in this sexual frustration would be having sex, Cass immediately seeing that it wasn’t just a time-waster to her, and then having to sit there with her guts just hanging out until Babs finally came and released them.
Steph had resorted to defacing the hotel’s bible, pulling out pages, and trying to teach herself origami to give her head and her hands something to occupy themselves. If she focused really hard on trying to intuit how to fold a rectangle into a horse she spent less time thinking about the shapes Cass could fold her into.
She was sitting at the room’s table, while Cass was sprawled out on the bed. Steph was avoiding sitting on the bed as much as possible because she was dangerously aware of what Cass had done in that bed, and with the “do not disturb” sign firmly on their door, they weren’t getting any sheets changed during their stay.
The news cycle was getting repetitive again, and Cass’ eyes drifted over to her strap.
“Do you always masturbate this much?” Steph blurted out, fully driven to her limit. She thought her fortitude thus far had been commendable, actually, but everything eventually broke with enough applied stress.
“No,” Cass said. “I’m bored.”
Steph couldn’t really argue with that. No phone, no internet, and no going outside. Sex was just about the only way to pass the time. If she had a couple fewer inhibitions she’d probably be masturbating, too.
Or they would’ve had sex when Cass first suggested it.
Steph flushed at the thought. “People usually aren’t so… open about it. That’s all.”
Cass sat up and leveled her with a look. Not one of her “I’m perceiving you” looks, this was a regular old “I’m not an idiot” look. “I know,” Cass said. “I did try to hide it. But you like having it out.”
What was she supposed to do, deny it? Such blatant lying would just be embarrassing for them both.
Cass drew her knees up and loosely hung her arms over them. "I know you want to. So why don’t you want to?”
This was excruciating. Apparently there was no escaping this conversation, unless she wanted to throw herself out the window and chance getting caught by the people hunting them.
If it were inescapable either way, she wished she’d just gone ahead and gotten to have sex first.
She drew in a deep breath. “It’s… it’s a shortsighted solution to a short-term problem that would most likely cause a bunch of new problems in the longterm. If we fool around to pass the time during lockdown, what happens after lockdown? What if things change?"
Cass arched an eyebrow at her. “They will change,” she said. “We’ll start having sex.”
“…Oh,” Steph said. It was possible she was an idiot, but it had never occurred to her that Cass would want to make this a permanent change. The most verbose Steph ever knew her to be was when she was talking about how important their friendship was to her. “Wait, have you been flirting with me?”
“Yes.”
Well, damn. Obviously she’d noticed how touchy-feely Cass was, always going in for a hug or leaning into her personal space, but all this time she’d been writing it off as her growing up touch-starved and enthusiastic to have her first-ever best friend. “I didn’t notice.”
“You’ve noticed now,” Cass pointed out.
“Well… well done. Very successful.” She grinned. “Do you want to be my girlfriend?”
“Yes,” Cass said. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
Steph meant to say yes but her tongue was frozen. She only exhaled air. But Cass’ eyes darkened like she’d yelled it; she hooked her thumbs in her sweats and peeled them off her legs
Steph couldn’t stop staring as Cass stripped to the waist. Cass had that quintessential dancer physique; her legs were entirely lean, smooth muscle. They looked insanely graceful when they parted.
“I’m wet,” Cass said.
Steph swallowed thickly. Cass’ pubic hair was shiny and dark. “I can see that.”
“I can’t keep the edge off,” Cass said. “It’s because you’re always around.”
It was possible Steph was an idiot twice over, because it had also not occurred to her that Cass was masturbating because of her. That Steph’s constant proximity was getting her all het up.
Cass looked at her legs and added, “Half dressed.”
She was in sleepwear, because differentiating the days was getting fuzzy, and her sleepwear was a long t-shirt.
“I’m wearing shorts,” Steph said. But it was probably extremely telling that, having found herself in this situation, she hadn’t responded by piling on layers.
Cass looked her right in the eyes. Her gaze was burning hot and challenging. “Panties.”
Steph held her gaze, though it made her swelter. “Boy shorts.”
“Take them off,” Cass said.
She picked the strap up off the bedside table and slid the short end right inside herself. Steph stifled a moan watching how easily her pussy swallowed the blunt silicone. Cass had been keeping herself stretched out the last couple of days.
Cass adjusted herself, then took her hand away so that Steph could see. The purple cock jutted up, triumphantly strapless, from Cass’ crotch.
Steph swallowed. “Will that really stay in?”
“It’s pelvic muscles. I’ll keep it up.”
Christ, that made her clench.
“Look,” Cass said, as if Steph hadn’t been—but then she saw Cass make the strap twitch. As though it was beckoning. Steph’s whole body flushed with heat but especially her cunt. She was probably soaking the gusset of her shorts.
“I like it when you talk,” Stephanie admitted. Whether it was because she knew Cass put more effort into what she said than the average person, so everything carried an air of deliberateness, or because she so often bluntly cut to the chase. It was proving to be a potent combination in the bedroom.
“I like it when your body talks,” Cass said.
Cass laid back and ran a hand over the strap. Especially in the current state of the room, after two full days shut up in it without any housecleaning, Cass brought to mind a frat boy lying around stroking her cock while she waited for someone to come sit on it. It was embarrassing how much it was doing it for Steph.
Confidence was sexy, and Steph didn’t know anyone in the world with more confidence than Cass. It looked good on her even when it tipped over into arrogance, as it often did. And right now she was exuding complete confidence that Steph was going to drop her panties and climb onboard.
Steph watched her hand twist around the silicone. “Does that actually feel good?”
“I’m thinking about how it’s going to fit in you.”
Steph dropped her boy shorts. She did one better and peeled her shirt off as she climbed into bed. Cass watched her with hungry eyes as she straddled her toned legs and knelt over the purple cock. Cass grabbed the back of her thighs and held her up. Her grip was so strong Steph felt like she could sit back and rest her full weight in her hands if she wanted to.
Steph ground up against the shaft, leaving smears of slick against it. She raised up on her knees until she was high enough to roll her clit against the soft, bulbous tip. She wanted to get wet enough to take it without fingering herself first. She felt like she was nearly there already.
Cass’ eyes were huge, devouring everything. She slipped her fingers down to the base of the toy and started to rub slow, hard circles in above her clit hood, pressing down against the piece inside her.
“Is that how you’ve been doing it alone?” Steph asked, mesmerized.
Cass made a circle with her fingers and did an actual jerk-off motion, which made Steph’s brain melt out her ears. “Pretended my hand was you.”
Steph pushed down, trying to get the head lined up against her entrance sight unseen.
She jolted when Cass laid hands on her inner thighs. Her thumbs slid through her slick folds and pulled the labia back, baring her hole. Steph gasped and gushed and the molded head slipped right in.
Cass moved her hands to Steph’s hips and made eye contact. Every fighting instructor Steph had ever had had told her that the way to know what your opponent was going to do next was to look not at their hands but at their eyes, and it was absolutely true. She knew Cass was going to do it right as she pushed Steph down on the strap.
A moan slipped out of her as Cass filled her up, and her throbbing cunt finally had something to clench on.
She grabbed Cass’ hands for something to hold on to as she started to ride. It was a smooth slide in. Cass looked from her face to her pussy and back.
Steph laughed breathlessly. “Can’t decide where to look?”
“I see it go in when I look at your face, too.”
“Shit, Cass.” Steph went harder, straining her legs to raise off of it and letting gravity drop her back down. Her thighs smacked against Cass’ hips when she did, and her ass on Cass’ thighs. Cass felt harder than the cock parting her, and it made her moan.
Cass didn’t moan or really make any noise at all. Her lips parted and she breathed soundlessly, open-mouthed and loose-lipped. Steph ground down, moving the toy inside her.
Cass’ eyes went unfocused.
Oh, Steph thought. Oh, yes.
After that, she had a mission. Steph set her legs and got a tight hold on her shaft and rolled her hips and rode Cass right into Cass’ orgasm.
Cass came silently; her eyes rolled behind eyelids and her grip on Steph’s hips tightened. She didn’t pull on her—rather, the dildo pitched in Steph. She could feel Cass contracting from the way the toy was moving, and it made liquid heat pool in her gut.
It was also a head rush. It left her feeling triumphant and powerful and when Cass opened her eyes and saw her feeling it she couldn’t even get embarrassed. Cass was flushed and sweating at the temples. Steph had seen her spend hours running endurance tests and not look so affected.
Cass’ tongue swiped along her bottom lip. “Give me another.”
“God. Maybe we should switch ends,” Steph said.
“No.” Cass’ fingers pressed hard into Steph’s hips and she dragged her slow up the shaft. “I’m good at keeping it up. You’re good at taking it deep.”
“Oh my God,” Steph whispered. She pried Cass’ hands off and dropped on it. It drove up in her, and drove a whine out of her. She squeezed desperately around it, wishing for more of a drag.
“You’re dripping on me,” Cass said. “Can feel it… running down my thighs.”
Steph gyrated on her lap, until she was seesawing the strap between them. The momentum built and built until Cass came again. This time she let out a hitched breath, and it slammed into Steph so hard she gasped. Her pussy throbbed.
She sat slumped on Cass, feeling suspended in the moment while Cass got her breathing back. When she refocused on Steph she said, “It vibrates.”
She reached up under Steph’s ass, a finger wriggling up against her split, and pressed a button.
The toy purred and pulsed deep inside her and finally kicked Steph off of her precipice. Her hips jerked and her cunt contracted tight around the strap and the sensation reverberated through her whole body. Steph couldn’t tell where her orgasm ended and the pulsating strap began.
Cass sat up suddenly, making Steph’s hips roll in her lap. She gathered her face up and kissed her. Steph’s lips tingled with surging blood.
“Get up,” Cass said. She urged Steph up off the cock with steady hands. Steph felt like her body was still buzzing even after lifting off of it. It swayed between Cass’ legs, dripping wet. Cass grasped her hips, pushed with one hand while pulling with the other, and efficiently turned Steph around.
“Oh,” Steph said, falling to her hands.
Cass got up on her knees and pressed up behind her. She wrapped a hand around the base of the throbbing, silicone cock and rubbed it up against Steph’s clit. Steph’s hips undulated, her blood rocketing and her pussy clenching. Cass pulled the strap back and pushed it in her while she was still tight.
Steph let out a gasp of air, and Cass pushed a button. The buzz became a rumble, and began to thrust as well as vibrate.
“Oh, shit.” Steph seized fistfuls of the bedsheets. Cass bent over her. She kissed up the nobs of Steph’s rolling spine. Her hair tickled Steph’s back. Her hands slid from her hips to her ribs, feeling up her rocking body with sure fingers. “Shit, Cass, I want—“
“You want me to fuck you.”
Steph moaned; it turned into a shout when Cass wrapped her arms around her waist and began to rabbit-fuck up against her. “Fuck!” she cried out, twisting up the sheets in her hands. Cass was strong but more than that she was so fucking fast. She hammered into her with steady wet smacks, the buzzing of the toy half-muffled inside of Steph. The thrusting toy couldn’t keep pace with her, and it made it feel erratic and desperate. Like it was coming inside Steph. Steph tensed up and groaned and pushed her pussy back on it and came.
The second was even more intense than the first. Cass squeezed her tighter against her and they lurched together, one big quake that they felt together. The vibrator stretched it out, making her hips jerk in compulsive echos long after it had wrecked her.
Cass finally flicked it off. She seized it around the base, and pulled it out of both of them at once.
Steph groaned. Her tender pussy went on fluttering, like a ringing in the ear after a boom. Cass shifted and brought them down on their sides, spooning up against her.
“I feel like putty,” Steph said. She hadn’t been fucked like that since… ever, actually. A vibrating dick was a game-changer.
Cass hummed and hooked her chin over her shoulder. “You feel good.”
“I feel great,” Steph said.
Cass laughed and skimmed her lips across her cheek. “Later I’ll make you feel grateful,” she swore, and Steph shuddered. Maybe they could stay in this room forever.