Jill
It Any Wonder?
**Cassie Sandsmark x Conner Kent**
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The waves move gently today, which is perfect, because Cassandra intends to spend today relaxing.

Fighting with the Titans takes a lot from her - even if she's a demigoddess - and so days like this where nobody's trying to rob anything or blow anything up or kill anybody should always be cherished. Right now, the blonde sits on a lounge chair on Jump City's beach (because she's told that lounging around the cove of the Titans Tower's island is a bad idea), tuning out the loudness with a pair or earphone that just barely manage to muffle all the background noise with a playlist recommended to her by a certain mage. "For meditation," Raven had said - but Cassie made a few addendum and made it for *Relaxation* Instead.

Civilian activity means civilian clothes. Clinging tightly to Cassie's body is a red two-piece swimsuit and - above that - a sheer white beach dress that splits off around the waist to let her legs free. Oh, and of course she's wearing sunglasses.

Yep. Today is her day off.

And nothing can make her do anything physically demanding.

...Probably.
Christine
The sun shines and hardly anything provides any respite to it's gleaming. Most either appreciate it, lounging in sun-chairs, feeling it's heavy kiss on their skin, or disappear into the water, to cool off in the fresh, salty waves. Jump-city's beaches were not somewhere he often went to, but they offered peace, and a chance to meddle with normal people. Even if he did stick out like a sore thumb. 

After all, it was a rarity to see someone with his specific figure. Broad, inviting shoulders separated a warm, luscious smirk and a pair of inviting dark eyes. Crowned by fluffy, black hair. Down his collarbone rested an impressive body, gleaming under the shining of the sun. It was a good mix, not too slim, but imposing, every muscle could definitely be detailed. Civilian clothing after all, nothing more than some swimming trunks and a towel slung over his shoulder. 

Noticing her came as a surprise, not quite expecting Cassie of all people to be lounging there. But she came at a perfect time, to turn what would have been a somewhat boring rest day, into something a bit more interesting...

He approached her seat, the figure casting a slight shadow over her body. Before he raised his right foot and pushed it down into the sand, making sure to send a bit of sand flying over onto her. He wouldn't want to surprise her too hard now, would he?
Jill
She sees him coming.

Unfortunately, her warrior training and - hell - her instincts themselves have taken the ability from Cassandra to truly just *Chill out.* Being one of the most proficient warriors on Earth brings with it the unfortunate downside of always being on-guard; always being ready for the next costumed moron to fight.

Her shades' lenses reflect Kon's face as she turns her head to look at him and then stretches the corner of her lips.

And then he kicks sand onto her.

Well, at least he had the restraint not too stare at her body. Despite the sheer summer dress she wears over her costume, her own body is perfectly visible; she boasts the musculature fitting of a demi-goddess... Yes, if she were an ancient hero, her marble statue would look right at home amongst any others - Lasso of Lightning outstretched in frozen action. Unfortunately, though, she doesn't boast kryptonian invulnerability... As shaped as her body is, it's also littered with a fair share of scars from old battles; each one a scratch of light against her otherwise darker skin.

And it's not until she pulls the sunglasses down the bridge of her nose that Kon gets a look at her bright blue eyes: Crystal blue.

She blinks at him, and then her unimpressed expression turns into a bemused smile.

**"Come here often, stranger?"**

The chances of she and Conner *Both* Deciding to go to the beach separately when she knows he would much rather play video games with the guys are... Low. No doubt he knew she was here and decided to catch the blonde without her clothes on.
Christine
Her eyes take him slightly aback. He did quite enjoy messing with his own eyes, he was able to see various colors, abilities shaped by the blood which ran in his veins, giving him the chance to observe the world in a miriad of shades few others could imagine. And yet, even after having seen a raimbow of colors most humans will never have a chance to discover, those icy, piercing blue spheres disarmed him in but a glance. 

He prided himself in not being too obvious, he enjoyed the slight distance it caused between him and the average onlooker. He wasn't just a horn-dog, he was Superboy, he'd even been Superman for a little while. The statue of distinguished flesh, image of the best in humanity. And yet, her frame, figure and tightly clung clothes could hardly depart themselves from his mind. She truly was something, demi-goddess, sure, but a wonder, that was certain. 

It'd take him but an instant to regain some control over his own train of thought. His eyes leave her own, they shift up in the distance. His pinkish lips curve into a sly smirk, as her words meet his ears. Now that he wasn't looking, if she so wished, she could catch a glimpse to his figure, now oh so close. His chest was free of scars, with no difference to someone who'd never seen a fight of their life. But it hid beneath the flesh a life of combat. Beneath every contoured muscle, every sun-beaten inch of warm, hot skin, laid a story, a fight, a victory or a defeat. 

``"Sometimes, after I put in that rule about lounging in the cove... I had to find somewhere to go, y'know...?"``

His eyes descend once more onto her, they're warm, dark. Like the pits of a fruit. And they seek to counter-attack, and perhaps disarm her, with a diligent gaze, the same way she did him.