JLA Watchtower (Archive)

"Happy Thanksgiving," Cassie replies with an amused grin at both Grant and Mar'i.

She knows there's something going on there, and...it's cute.

To put it mildly.

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It's so cute and requires a comment about it at least.

"That's the second chocolate dessert you've gotten her." Speedy says causually to Grant, "I seem to remember hearing that chocolate has some of the same chemicals that are similar to those released in the human female during sex." She's fighting to hold back a grin.

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"Think it's the same for Tamaraneans?" asks Mar'i.

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Cassie chokes on her cheesecake. "Aren't Tamaraneans already...I mean...do you guys even need chocolate to..."

There is no polite way to put this, is there?

Zeus, she wishes Kon was here. He tended to be better at the blunt stuff.

"I thought you guys were already pretty sexual to being with."

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"I...she just...she asked and...well..." Grant stammers, looking over at Speedy. The idea that chocolate does, well...that to a female body had been the furthest thing from his mind.

Mar'i's question, the look she exchanges with Speedy, and Cassie's rather halting response don't do anything to calm his surprise. For the moment, Grant just sits there, looking between the three women, a bite of cake balanced on his fork, hovering above his plate.

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"We are, Cassie." Mar'i digs into the chocolate pie. "But it's not like I have an orgasm every minute of the day. I'd never get anything else done if I did."

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To Grant in a lower voice while patting him on the shoulder. "Just eat your chocolate cake and take some mental notes." Then to Mar'i in a conversational tone, "So you are not opposed to the idea of having an orgasm every minute of the day when you have a day that you don't have anything else to do?"

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Grant isn't stupid - he's heard the stories about Nightwing and Starfire. The tales are practically legend amongst the ranks of the Titans. Thus, he isn't terribly surprised at the idea that Mar'i might possess the fabled Tamaranean libido. It just...hasn't come up yet, not between the two of them.

"I should...I think that...um..." Grant stammers, standing from the table, looking briefly at Mar'i, a faint amount of color visible in his cheeks. "I'll be right back." Emerson turns and heads away from the trio for the restroom - does the Watchtower even have restrooms? A faceful of coldwater sounds like a good idea at the moment.

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"X'hal," she says regretfully as Grant hurries off. "He's so shy...." Turning back to Mia, she answers, "Not if it meant chafing, and there's something to be said for quality over quantity. But I don't think Tamaraneans have more sex than humans ... or maybe that's part of it ... but the main thing is that we don't pretend that we aren't."

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"Orgasms every minute of the day would imply quality, I think. And for humans sex is a taboo topic. We're taught not to talk about it." She watches Grant disappear, "But oh man, the look on his face. Priceless." And with that she bursts into laughter.

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"Sex didn't used to be taboo. It's when people switched over from the freedom of Hellenistic culture that sex suddenly became taboo."

Cassie leans in, a grin on her face. feeling a tad more comfortable now that its only the girls. "So, why do you guys think Grant really went to the bathroom?"

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"Not for masturbation," Mar'i says quietly, looking off in the direction Grant had taken. "There's something...." She shakes her head. "I don't know yet. We'll have to talk about it."

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Cassie looks towards Mar'i, getting serious at the Tamaranean's tone. "Whatever it is...you guys will get through it. I'm sure you will. I don't know him as well as some of the other Titans, but I can tell that he really likes you, Mar'i."

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As if on cue, Grant returns then, carrying a cold can of Zesti in each hand, the hair around his temples and forehead slightly damp. The blush and the surprised expression are gone, replaced by a somewhat awkward smile.

"Sorry about that," Emerson says, sitting down next to Cassie again. Passing one of the Zestis to Mar'i, Grant cracks his can open and takes a sip. "Can't believe they prepared this much food. Must've taken weeks to coordinate all this."

He turns his head toward Cassie then. "Mar'i asked me about my Thanksgiving last year. How was yours?"

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"It was good." She smiles and looks up at Grant's temples. They're wet, but not sweat wet.

He just needed to cool off.

Cassie didn't blame him.

"Not as interesting as this one, by far, but it was good."

She's watching him intently, now. What Mar'i had said, it got to her.

She wondered what that something was that Mar'i had talked about, but she knew it wasn't her place to ask.

"This one is...hotter." She smiles evilly at Grant and Mar'i.

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Bette leans over, putting her arms around Cassie's shoulders, putting her chin on one of them. "Oh really?" There is a faint wink toward Grant.

"Kon is over there, you know. Space stations? Great places for finding some corner somewhere..."

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Cassie follows Bette's gaze and goes bright red.

She hasn't seen her boyfriend in what seems like forever.

And he's there, now.

Every stupid girlcrush feeling she'd ever had for him when they were in Young Justice - way before he'd even noticed her - came rushing back.

"That is soooo bad!" she replies, laughing.

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"But it is soooo true." Bette turns to look at Cassie. "Go on. Go give him a kiss. Seriously. This place has something going for it." The knowing smile on Bette's face totally has to be an act. Really.

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Having recovered from her laughter, Mia raises her glass to the returned Grant, a smile still on her lips. He recovers fast, that deserves acknowledgement. She then turns to Bette "Aaah hum. Should she be asking for advice on specific spots to hide away from people?"

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Bette looks over toward Mia, "Mmmmmm? Oh. I'm sure there are a lot of people who would know that better than I do."

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"You know what..." Cassie says carefully, raising an eyebrow. "I think we're fine in the public eye. Really."

For now, anyway.

She's noticed how Bette's been the past couple of minutes and she raises an eyebrow. She's not sure what's going on behind those eyes, but she doesn't think its her place to pry.

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