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seriousficTitle: Hunter’s Bird
Fandom: Wonder Woman
Rating: NC-17
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Timeline: Sequel to Hunter’s Moon, as requested by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
roguecatwoman. Followed by Hunter's Lair.
Characters/Pairings: Diana/Selina/Dinah
Summary: Selina just wanted to have some fun with Diana. She didn’t know someone else had had the same idea first.
Some people never learned. Advanced technology and kooky magic, yet the Themysciran embassy was just as easy to break into the second time. Not that Selina planned to steal anything this time, besides some kisses. Well, “kisses”.
She was wearing her purple costume, which was a bit more well-received outside the S&M community (damnit, that remark about her leathers being unflattering had stung) and damn flattering lingerie underneath besides. And she’d brought a cat o’ nine tails instead of a whip. Functional? No. But she wasn’t going to be Diana’s bitch or eromenos or whatever a second time.
Third date, maybe.
Selina had searched the east wing for Diana and was moving onto the west when she heard moaning, an amused growl. She crept into the hallway it was coming from (probably too much to hope for that it was one of the other Amazons getting lucky). Some of the doors had padlocks, and Selina assumed they were for sensitive materials. The temptation to check them out was overridden by an “aah!” that was almost a scream, then an exhortation to keep quiet in Diana’s smoky accent.
“People are trying to sleep!” That came from behind a door with light spilling out under it. Selina slunk over to it, then looked through the keyhole. On the bed, ruffled sheets were spilled around a body tensed in ecstasy, ridden with sweat, coursing above Diana’s familiar body to the beat of some wild, unheard drum. Diana was still half in her robes, her hands feeling out her lover. Selina suddenly recognized the blonde hair and just-this-side-of-voluptuous body. The canary. Well, well, well.
One of Diana’s hands strayed too close to Dinah’s chest and Dinah snatched it up, kissed from its palm to its pulse. Selina’s breath caught at the soulfulness of it. As passionate as making love and as intense as fucking. Selina preferred fucking, obviously, but both…
Diana cupped her hand over Dinah’s mouth just as the blonde went rigid with orgasm, the muscles of her back bunching rock-solid before melting into goo. Limply, Dinah tugged herself off of Diana and settled in upside-down to the Amazon.
Long minutes passed, silence with contemplation for Diana, thick with exhaustion for Dinah. Selina had stayed in place long enough to be caught by even the slowest rent-a-cop, but she couldn’t pull herself away.
“Jesus Christ, Diana.” Dinah gathered herself a few more deep breaths before continuing. “Are you getting even better or is Oracle slipping something into my drinks?”
“The more you wield a weapon, the easier it swings. My mother taught me that.”
“Eww!”
“Not the… metaphor, the… you!” Diana squeezed Dinah’s toes in lieu of body parts that were farther away.
Selina rolled her eyes; this was getting mushy, which was usually the time she beat a hasty retreat. Only that was usually after she’d had her own needs met. She knew there was a good reason she wasn’t a voyeur. Fuck it, carpe diem. She popped the lock and boldly strode inside.
Dinah made a very amusing noise and covered herself, while Diana only tugged her robes into a slightly more dignified arrangement. It did nothing to make her… PG-13, and did a lot for her sexiness. Selina felt weirdly high school in her purple costume.
“Selina. What a pleasant surprise. How’s the pet store working out for you?” Diana asked.
“You two know each other?” Dinah asked.
“You two are lovers?” Selina asked.
There was a moment of frantic looking-around before Diana decided that if no one else was going to answer questions… “Good, yes, and yes.” She smiled at Selina. “The pet store is coming together well? A lot of small businesses can suffer in their first year.”
Selina planted her hands on her hips. “I didn’t come here to talk about my pet store! I just wanted to make a booty call, but apparently you’re already occupied.”
Diana sat up, letting her robe fall open further than it already was. Her R rating was verging on an NC-17. Selina kept her mouth shut and her drool to a minimum through an iron will.
“Not vacant, no, but hardly… fully occupied, is the term?”
“Diana!” Dinah shrieked, pulling a second layer of sheets over herself.
“What? It’s not as if we’ve never shared a bed with your friends.”
“Babs is a caring, beautiful woman. Selina is—“
“Also a caring, beautiful woman. She just needed a little help to show it.” Diana pulled Dinah a little closer by the grip she had on Dinah’s foot, then lifted her leg to kiss the calf. She kissed higher as she pulled Dinah closer. “It’s always nice to have a little help, even when we don’t really need it…”
Dinah looked over at Selina. She smiled, helpless to Diana’s wishes. “That costume really looks nice on you.”
“It does, doesn’t it?” Selina kicked the door shut behind her, then prowled toward them, whirling her whip. “Those sheets don’t look nice on you.” With a flick of her wrist, the cat o’ nine tails cleared them from Dinah’s perfect body. “Better.”
“Much,” Diana agreed, running a hand up Dinah’s taut belly. Selina didn’t know which tempted her more, the short-nailed hand or the smooth skin. “Dinah, this is Selina. Selina, this is Dinah.”
Selina lost everything but the cowl. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
“The pleasure is all mine.” Dinah started, Diana having begun to suck her toes. “So, how do you want to play this?”
“Why don’t we let Selina decide?” Diana suggested before giving Dinah’s foot one last kiss. She rolled over to face Selina, indolently clearing the robe off her hip. It now snaked across her waist and legs, leaving her chest and sculpted pubis bare as art.
Selina stroked her fist up and down the supple leather of her whip’s handle. It was ten inches long, and the fading fingernail welts on Dinah’s back were too numerous for her not to have enjoyed it. That gave her all sorts of ideas. The only question was, which to try first?
Fandom: Wonder Woman
Rating: NC-17
Word Count:
Timeline: Sequel to Hunter’s Moon, as requested by
roguecatwoman. Followed by Hunter's Lair.Characters/Pairings: Diana/Selina/Dinah
Summary: Selina just wanted to have some fun with Diana. She didn’t know someone else had had the same idea first.
Some people never learned. Advanced technology and kooky magic, yet the Themysciran embassy was just as easy to break into the second time. Not that Selina planned to steal anything this time, besides some kisses. Well, “kisses”.
She was wearing her purple costume, which was a bit more well-received outside the S&M community (damnit, that remark about her leathers being unflattering had stung) and damn flattering lingerie underneath besides. And she’d brought a cat o’ nine tails instead of a whip. Functional? No. But she wasn’t going to be Diana’s bitch or eromenos or whatever a second time.
Third date, maybe.
Selina had searched the east wing for Diana and was moving onto the west when she heard moaning, an amused growl. She crept into the hallway it was coming from (probably too much to hope for that it was one of the other Amazons getting lucky). Some of the doors had padlocks, and Selina assumed they were for sensitive materials. The temptation to check them out was overridden by an “aah!” that was almost a scream, then an exhortation to keep quiet in Diana’s smoky accent.
“People are trying to sleep!” That came from behind a door with light spilling out under it. Selina slunk over to it, then looked through the keyhole. On the bed, ruffled sheets were spilled around a body tensed in ecstasy, ridden with sweat, coursing above Diana’s familiar body to the beat of some wild, unheard drum. Diana was still half in her robes, her hands feeling out her lover. Selina suddenly recognized the blonde hair and just-this-side-of-voluptuous body. The canary. Well, well, well.
One of Diana’s hands strayed too close to Dinah’s chest and Dinah snatched it up, kissed from its palm to its pulse. Selina’s breath caught at the soulfulness of it. As passionate as making love and as intense as fucking. Selina preferred fucking, obviously, but both…
Diana cupped her hand over Dinah’s mouth just as the blonde went rigid with orgasm, the muscles of her back bunching rock-solid before melting into goo. Limply, Dinah tugged herself off of Diana and settled in upside-down to the Amazon.
Long minutes passed, silence with contemplation for Diana, thick with exhaustion for Dinah. Selina had stayed in place long enough to be caught by even the slowest rent-a-cop, but she couldn’t pull herself away.
“Jesus Christ, Diana.” Dinah gathered herself a few more deep breaths before continuing. “Are you getting even better or is Oracle slipping something into my drinks?”
“The more you wield a weapon, the easier it swings. My mother taught me that.”
“Eww!”
“Not the… metaphor, the… you!” Diana squeezed Dinah’s toes in lieu of body parts that were farther away.
Selina rolled her eyes; this was getting mushy, which was usually the time she beat a hasty retreat. Only that was usually after she’d had her own needs met. She knew there was a good reason she wasn’t a voyeur. Fuck it, carpe diem. She popped the lock and boldly strode inside.
Dinah made a very amusing noise and covered herself, while Diana only tugged her robes into a slightly more dignified arrangement. It did nothing to make her… PG-13, and did a lot for her sexiness. Selina felt weirdly high school in her purple costume.
“Selina. What a pleasant surprise. How’s the pet store working out for you?” Diana asked.
“You two know each other?” Dinah asked.
“You two are lovers?” Selina asked.
There was a moment of frantic looking-around before Diana decided that if no one else was going to answer questions… “Good, yes, and yes.” She smiled at Selina. “The pet store is coming together well? A lot of small businesses can suffer in their first year.”
Selina planted her hands on her hips. “I didn’t come here to talk about my pet store! I just wanted to make a booty call, but apparently you’re already occupied.”
Diana sat up, letting her robe fall open further than it already was. Her R rating was verging on an NC-17. Selina kept her mouth shut and her drool to a minimum through an iron will.
“Not vacant, no, but hardly… fully occupied, is the term?”
“Diana!” Dinah shrieked, pulling a second layer of sheets over herself.
“What? It’s not as if we’ve never shared a bed with your friends.”
“Babs is a caring, beautiful woman. Selina is—“
“Also a caring, beautiful woman. She just needed a little help to show it.” Diana pulled Dinah a little closer by the grip she had on Dinah’s foot, then lifted her leg to kiss the calf. She kissed higher as she pulled Dinah closer. “It’s always nice to have a little help, even when we don’t really need it…”
Dinah looked over at Selina. She smiled, helpless to Diana’s wishes. “That costume really looks nice on you.”
“It does, doesn’t it?” Selina kicked the door shut behind her, then prowled toward them, whirling her whip. “Those sheets don’t look nice on you.” With a flick of her wrist, the cat o’ nine tails cleared them from Dinah’s perfect body. “Better.”
“Much,” Diana agreed, running a hand up Dinah’s taut belly. Selina didn’t know which tempted her more, the short-nailed hand or the smooth skin. “Dinah, this is Selina. Selina, this is Dinah.”
Selina lost everything but the cowl. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
“The pleasure is all mine.” Dinah started, Diana having begun to suck her toes. “So, how do you want to play this?”
“Why don’t we let Selina decide?” Diana suggested before giving Dinah’s foot one last kiss. She rolled over to face Selina, indolently clearing the robe off her hip. It now snaked across her waist and legs, leaving her chest and sculpted pubis bare as art.
Selina stroked her fist up and down the supple leather of her whip’s handle. It was ten inches long, and the fading fingernail welts on Dinah’s back were too numerous for her not to have enjoyed it. That gave her all sorts of ideas. The only question was, which to try first?
