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schizoauthoressIgnoring the reboot and terrible current canons in favor of my favorite time for Superboy.
Title: Late Nights
Author: D.L. SchizoAuthoress
Rating: G
Spoilers: the timeframe jumps a little for this series of fic, but it's almost all set during Superboy's "Hero in Hawaii" days; no spoilers unless you haven't read Superboy v3.
Warnings: het pairing, age gap
Word Count: 877
Summary: Superboy protests all-nighters.
Late Nights
Tana sighed and rubbed at her eyes with the knuckles of both hands. When had it become three in the morning? She hadn't meant to stay up so late, but doing research on the Silicon Dragons always ate up her time.
Stifling a yawn, Tana went through her nightly routine -- washing off her makeup and brushing her teeth; changing from her day clothes into a camisole (satin, dark grey) and lounge pants (cotton, blue, in an S-shield print); and walking through the apartment turning out most of the lights. The blinds of her bedroom window were pulled halfway up, and she left them that way, too tired to care about the dim streetlight shining in. Tana was tired enough that it wouldn't matter. She crawled into bed gratefully, falling asleep almost immediately.
Some undetermined time later, Tana made a confused sound as the mattress shifted underneath her and raised her head off the pillow. A warm hand touched her cheek, and a familiar voice said,
"Hey, don't get up, babe. It's just me."
Tana relaxed, letting her eyes drift shut before they became accustomed to the half-light of her bedroom. She nuzzled Superboy's palm with her cheek, the move eliciting a soft chuckle from him. He pressed his lips to her forehead briefly before crawling all the way into bed. She moved over, eyes still closed, to give him room to lie down next to her. Her sleepy mind vaguely protested the move, the idea of sharing a bed with him, but it wasn't enough to stop her from wrapping her arms around him when he was stretched out on the mattress beside her.
"Love you, Tana...." he whispered in her ear.
"Ko'u aloha..." Tana murmured.
Superboy chuckled again. "Tell me what that means in the morning, babe."
****
He was a perfect gentlemen, all things considered, and Tana remembered that in the morning, when she woke up tucked against his chest, his steady, quiet breaths ruffling her hair. It felt good to wake up next to him. And yet... morning -- being awake and aware -- brought with it thoughts that had been easy to dismiss the night before. Tana was all too familiar with the gossip centered around her and Superboy -- how her coworkers thought she was involved with him as well as reporting on his exploits as the Hero of Hawaii. The rumors weren't true... but Tana would have been lying to herself if she denied ever having thoughts of being with him.
Tana stroked a hand over his side, thinking over a few things. He was mentally and physically sixteen, and kind of immature on top of that. She was twenty-three, a whole seven years older than him, speaking mentally. The actual age difference was even greater, since he'd only been alive for less than a year. Aside from those facts, they had a professional relationship and it wouldn't look too good if she started seeing him romantically as well -- not that such things had stopped Superman and Lois Lane from apparently dating before Lane had married Clark Kent. It would cast doubts on her intentions all the way back to their first association with each other, at least in the public eye. She cared, only because she knew the power of public perception, because she knew that it would reflect badly on Superboy.
He didn't think about those kind of things, of that Tana was almost certain. Superboy only thought of the fact that she was his friend, that she was beautiful, and that he liked her. He insisted that he knew what he wanted -- wanted to be with her, wanted her to be his girl... but Tana couldn't help hesitating.
Superboy's eyes fluttered open. She was captivated once again -- the way she always was -- by how startlingly blue his eyes were. She smiled at him. "Morning, Kid."
"Hey..." a slow, lazy grin spread over his face, and his hands slid up her back to hold her by the shoulders instead of the waist.
"Don't think you're gonna get in the habit of this..." Tana said in a stern voice. His eyes went comically wide, and his lower lip trembled. She couldn't supress the smile that ridiculous face drew out of her. "Kid... you look like a sad bulldog."
"A cute sad bulldog?" Superboy ventured, with a little smile.
"You know you're cute," Tana laughed softly. She ruffled Superboy's hair a little, drawing an indignant squeak from him before she carefully combed her fingers through his curls and smoothed out the 'damage' she'd done.
"But do you think I'm cute?" Superboy asked, smiling. "That's the important question."
"You're asking me now because you think my guard's down in the morning and that I don't know what you're angling for, Kid..."
Superboy played with a lock of her hair, weaving it through his fingers gently. His tone was quiet, uncharacteristically serious, as he replied, "Maybe I just want to know the answer, Tana."
"I don't think you're cute," Tana answered. He looked crestfallen for a second, and she sat up just enough so that she could kiss his cheek. "I think you're handsome."
The smile he gave her upon hearing that was brighter than the morning sunshine.
Title: Late Nights
Author: D.L. SchizoAuthoress
Rating: G
Spoilers: the timeframe jumps a little for this series of fic, but it's almost all set during Superboy's "Hero in Hawaii" days; no spoilers unless you haven't read Superboy v3.
Warnings: het pairing, age gap
Word Count: 877
Summary: Superboy protests all-nighters.
Late Nights
Tana sighed and rubbed at her eyes with the knuckles of both hands. When had it become three in the morning? She hadn't meant to stay up so late, but doing research on the Silicon Dragons always ate up her time.
Stifling a yawn, Tana went through her nightly routine -- washing off her makeup and brushing her teeth; changing from her day clothes into a camisole (satin, dark grey) and lounge pants (cotton, blue, in an S-shield print); and walking through the apartment turning out most of the lights. The blinds of her bedroom window were pulled halfway up, and she left them that way, too tired to care about the dim streetlight shining in. Tana was tired enough that it wouldn't matter. She crawled into bed gratefully, falling asleep almost immediately.
Some undetermined time later, Tana made a confused sound as the mattress shifted underneath her and raised her head off the pillow. A warm hand touched her cheek, and a familiar voice said,
"Hey, don't get up, babe. It's just me."
Tana relaxed, letting her eyes drift shut before they became accustomed to the half-light of her bedroom. She nuzzled Superboy's palm with her cheek, the move eliciting a soft chuckle from him. He pressed his lips to her forehead briefly before crawling all the way into bed. She moved over, eyes still closed, to give him room to lie down next to her. Her sleepy mind vaguely protested the move, the idea of sharing a bed with him, but it wasn't enough to stop her from wrapping her arms around him when he was stretched out on the mattress beside her.
"Love you, Tana...." he whispered in her ear.
"Ko'u aloha..." Tana murmured.
Superboy chuckled again. "Tell me what that means in the morning, babe."
****
He was a perfect gentlemen, all things considered, and Tana remembered that in the morning, when she woke up tucked against his chest, his steady, quiet breaths ruffling her hair. It felt good to wake up next to him. And yet... morning -- being awake and aware -- brought with it thoughts that had been easy to dismiss the night before. Tana was all too familiar with the gossip centered around her and Superboy -- how her coworkers thought she was involved with him as well as reporting on his exploits as the Hero of Hawaii. The rumors weren't true... but Tana would have been lying to herself if she denied ever having thoughts of being with him.
Tana stroked a hand over his side, thinking over a few things. He was mentally and physically sixteen, and kind of immature on top of that. She was twenty-three, a whole seven years older than him, speaking mentally. The actual age difference was even greater, since he'd only been alive for less than a year. Aside from those facts, they had a professional relationship and it wouldn't look too good if she started seeing him romantically as well -- not that such things had stopped Superman and Lois Lane from apparently dating before Lane had married Clark Kent. It would cast doubts on her intentions all the way back to their first association with each other, at least in the public eye. She cared, only because she knew the power of public perception, because she knew that it would reflect badly on Superboy.
He didn't think about those kind of things, of that Tana was almost certain. Superboy only thought of the fact that she was his friend, that she was beautiful, and that he liked her. He insisted that he knew what he wanted -- wanted to be with her, wanted her to be his girl... but Tana couldn't help hesitating.
Superboy's eyes fluttered open. She was captivated once again -- the way she always was -- by how startlingly blue his eyes were. She smiled at him. "Morning, Kid."
"Hey..." a slow, lazy grin spread over his face, and his hands slid up her back to hold her by the shoulders instead of the waist.
"Don't think you're gonna get in the habit of this..." Tana said in a stern voice. His eyes went comically wide, and his lower lip trembled. She couldn't supress the smile that ridiculous face drew out of her. "Kid... you look like a sad bulldog."
"A cute sad bulldog?" Superboy ventured, with a little smile.
"You know you're cute," Tana laughed softly. She ruffled Superboy's hair a little, drawing an indignant squeak from him before she carefully combed her fingers through his curls and smoothed out the 'damage' she'd done.
"But do you think I'm cute?" Superboy asked, smiling. "That's the important question."
"You're asking me now because you think my guard's down in the morning and that I don't know what you're angling for, Kid..."
Superboy played with a lock of her hair, weaving it through his fingers gently. His tone was quiet, uncharacteristically serious, as he replied, "Maybe I just want to know the answer, Tana."
"I don't think you're cute," Tana answered. He looked crestfallen for a second, and she sat up just enough so that she could kiss his cheek. "I think you're handsome."
The smile he gave her upon hearing that was brighter than the morning sunshine.