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seriousficTitle: The Love Song I Wrote You
Fandom: Birds of Prey
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Babs/Dinah
Word Count: 2,807
Summary: Dinah thought she was done with the Birds of Prey. But Barbara isn’t done with her.
Whoever it was in Dinah’s apartment hadn’t triggered the alarm system, or given any sign of her presence before revealing herself. That made Dinah wary. She was even more wary about how the other woman waited until Dinah was changing out of her bra to come out of the shadows. Dinah rehooked her bra and backed up.
“What are you doing here?”
The woman sat down on the bed, smiling at Dinah. “What’s the matter? Don’t you recognize me?”
“The mask doesn’t help.”
“Maybe it would help if I talked like this.” The woman lowered her voice into an intimate monologue. “Come on, Dinah, it’s me. It’s Babs.”
Dinah stopped keeping up the pretense of being a helpless little civilian. She stepped closer to the intruder, fists coiled. “You’re lying.”
The woman turned on the bedside lamp. Familiar body type, familiar red hair cascading out of her cowl. Dinah could probably blame her mother and upbringing for the fact that she found Barbara a lot sexier covered in skintight lycra with a big yellow bat over her cleavage.
“I haven’t put on that many pounds, have I?” Batgirl slapped her thigh and ran that hand up the side of her body.
“You’re walking. How are you…”
Batgirl took Dinah’s fist in both hands and unfolded it into an open hand before she kissed Dinah’s wrist. “It’s a long, boring story. But I think it’d be a lot more interesting if I told it to you when we’re cuddling under the sheets.”
Dinah ripped her hand away. “How do I know you’re not a changeling or an android or a really convincing cross-dresser?”
“Ask me something only Barbara would know.”
“What did Sin break on her first day in America?”
Batgirl stood. She actually had a little height on Dinah, despite Dinah’s famous legs. Dinah stared into that yellow bat. Something about it accentuated Barbara’s curves, hinting at their firmness.
“A toy plane you gave her. The wing came off, so you called me to buy a new one and have it waiting for her. But by the time you landed, Sin had forgotten all about it.” The supple material of Batgirl’s gloves breezed between the waistlines of Dinah’s panties and jeans. “I’d really like it if you put on the fishnets before we started. As long as we’re doing this, we should do it properly.”
“Doing what?” Dinah backed away again. She took half a step before Barbara tugged her back by the front of her pants.
“Dinah, you’re a superhero. Stop bullshitting me. You think I haven’t noticed how you look at me? You think there’s not a reason I wear tight tanktops instead of dowdy sweaters when you’re around?” Batgirl pulled them together, and Dinah froze as she felt Batgirl’s sliding down her lower belly and over her pubis. “Remember when you volunteered to help me install a new hard drive? You must’ve spent ten minutes bent over the console with your ass in my face. You know the moral of that story?” A gloved finger slipped inside her. Dinah exhaled in sheer release. “Black Canary wears a thong.”
Batgirl released her and teasingly backed away, sucking at her finger. Dinah watched, breathless, as she sat down once more on the bed and crossed her legs.
“Do I still have time to put on my fishnets?”
***
Dinah kicked off her shoes and jeans, pulled on her stockings and just got them buckled when Batgirl pinned her against the wall. The blonde had been about to undo her bra when Barbara attacked.
“Tut-tut-tut,” Batgirl said, in that cocky tone that must’ve driven criminals insane. “That’s my job.”
Dinah literally shuddered when Barbara popped her bra. Her front was squeezed against the wall, so Batgirl drew the bra off between the wallpaper and her body. It rasped over her nipples as it went. Dinah’s body went from quietly insisting on Barbara to demanding Barbarabarbarabarbara!
“You know how many times I’ve dreamed of this? Every time you got captured, if I didn’t have nightmares of not rescuing you, I’d have dreams of being the one who came and got you. You’d be strapped down to an examination table or a giant laser or whatever, and before I let you up, you’d want to express your gratitude.”
Dinah heard twin thuds as Batgirl dropped to her knees, then the snick of a Batarang being unfurled. She bit the back of her hand, not having any idea that in a few seconds, Batgirl would clench her teeth on the back of her panty line. Pull her head back, making the front of Dinah’s panties grow taut on her clit. Then let the elastic waistband spring back and slap her flesh. Dinah had to take her hand out of her mouth before she broke the skin.
“Are you feeling very grateful, Dinah?” Batgirl cut the sides of her thong and the thin strip of lycra fluttered to the ground. Then Dinah felt fingers squeezing, exploring her asscheeks. “Oh, God, that ass. Dinah, you’re a sadist for ever wearing anything over it.”
“Take off the gloves, I want to feel… No.” Dinah turned around. Batgirl got one look at her pussy and the sight of her licking her lips derailed Dinah’s train of thought. She grabbed Barbara’s hands and finally remembered those hateful gloves. “My job,” she said, pulling one off finger by finger.
Batgirl let her head loll onto Dinah’s thigh. The blonde felt the angular armor plating stab into her flesh, which only made her want Dinah more. She got three fingers of Batgirl’s second glove loosened before stripping it off with her teeth. Batgirl smirked. Dinah buried that smile in her crotch.
What followed was like a chemical reaction. There was a brief moment of heat, then the explosion. Dinah’s hands flew to Barbara’s head, and she laughed out loud when she realized those ridiculous bat-ears made excellent handlebars. She guided Batgirl, a little higher there, a little faster here, a little deeper now, until Batgirl had learned enough to give Dinah what she didn’t even know she needed. Then those cute little bat-ears let her hang on.
Dinah was still pressed up against the wall as Barbara’s tongue exploded inside her, but as the pleasure didn’t let up she started to slide downward. She tried to brace herself against the walls to compensate for her weakening legs, but there was nothing to grab onto. She just kept slapping the walls, over and over again. Finally, Batgirl took hold of Dinah’s limp legs and lifted them up onto her shoulders. Dinah was jack-knifed against the wall as Batgirl went deeper than anyone had ever gone.
“Babs, Babs--! Oh, fuck, girl… you’d better not be a shapeshifter! Fuck!” Dinah came so hard she wrenched Barbara’s cowl right off. Batgirl stumbled backward and Dinah fell on her ass.
“Alas, poor Batgirl,” Dinah joked, holding up the cowl. “I knew her, Barbara.”
“Biblically.” Barbara straightened, and Dinah could see the spreading stain at her crotch even against the dull gray bodysuit. “Wet enough?”
“For what?”
Barbara smiled her very Oracle smile, that all-knowing smirk Dinah imagined Barbara having more times than not as she rearranged the world, and flipped open a pouch on her low-slung belt.
“You Bats really are prepared for anything.”
“You wanna help?”
Dinah sprang to her feet and forgot all notions of personal space as she assisted Barbara in strapping the dildo on. “It’s my job.” She paused, noticing the green of Barbara’s eyes. “You know something? You really are beautiful.”
Barbara blushed. “I know.”
“No, really. Sometimes I forget because you’ve got a clunky pair of glasses on or you haven’t put on make-up or you’ve forgotten to bathe because you’re working on a case…”
“Stop sweet-talking me, Dinah, you’ve already gotten my mask off.”
“But I shouldn’t forget, because that’s what I love most about you. How you’re this… supreme being of justice and dedication and never ever saying die.” Barbara kissed her cheek. “And I just wanted you to know that…” Barbara kissed her neck. “That…” Barbara moved down to her breasts. “Babs!” Dinah shoved her back. “Let me finish!”
Barbara sat down on the bed and sassily held her hands behind her back, coincidentally making her breasts stand out proudly.
“So, I, uh…”
“Yes?” Barbara prompted, doing a little hop that made her breasts jiggle just perfectly.
“I’ll tell you later.” Dinah pounced on her. “Honestly, you can go through seventy thousand words of computer manuals but when I try to tell you I love you…”
“I know, I know.” Barbara kissed her in apology. “I just… don’t have time for that. I don’t have long and I really can’t appreciate it anyway, so just promise me you won’t forget.”
“What do you mean, you don’t have long?”
“I mean that I have a limited timeframe to work with and I’d like to spend it with you. And I already know you love me, though it is always nice to hear. I want to give you a night you’ll never forget. Anything that comes after that is… gravy.”
Dinah buried her face in Barbara’s hair. “But just so you know,” she whispered in Barbara’s ear, “I love you.”
“Back ‘atcha, blondie.”
“Stop sweet-talking me, Barbara, you’ve already got my clothes off.”
“Ah! Except for the most important element of Black Canary’s super-secret identity!” Barbara’s hands groped the backs of Dinah’s thighs, making Dinah suddenly feel the grid of her stockings in a whole new way. The redhead ran her hands up and down Dinah’s long legs as she spread them. “Those forty-two inch stems, cleverly disguised…”
“Let’s not forget a certain someone’s red hair.” Dinah tugged on it, not coincidentally making Babs kiss her again, which in turn made her want to melt right into the mattress.
Barbara’s hands worked their way down to Dinah’s backside, which they gave an appreciative pat to. “An ass so nice you don’t have to hide it under a cape…”
“Trust me, you definitely don’t have cape-ass.” Dinah dug her fingernails into Barbara’s ass, loving that she could really sink her fingers into it.
The strap-on, hard and promising, brushed against the inside of Dinah’s thigh. Dinah pulled it toward her as Barbara placed Dinah’s legs on her shoulders.
“Wait!” Dinah used muscles built from a thousand sit-ups a morning to lean up (making the head of the dildo touch her labia, which Dinah felt all the way to her toes) and find the zipper on Barbara’s costume. It started at the back of her costume’s neck, usually covered by the cowl. Dinah yanked it down all the way to the base of Barbara’s spine and Barbara did the rest, tugging the top of her costume off like it was saran wrap.
Barbara still wore her cape. Dinah found that Wonder-Woman-sexy, which was still her mother’s fault. Hardbodies in tights, all through her formulaic years.
“Ready?” Barbara asked, knowing exactly how sexy Dinah found capes (browser search histories were gold mines for fetishes) and how the simple act of tapping her dildo against Dinah’s clit made her toes curl.
“I’m your girl, Babs.” Dinah took big fistfuls of Barbara’s cape and pulled imploringly. “Make me your girl.”
Barbara started off slow, as if Dinah and the dildo were melting together. She explored the deepest reaches of Dinah’s cunt, held it as Dinah screwed herself against Barbara’s body, then retracted. She kept it up, languidly wringing the delight out of Dinah, enjoying the sight of Dinah’s white knuckles embedded in her cloak, until Dinah’s legs slipped off her shoulders.
They quivered to either side of Barbara, twitching as Barbara made another circuit, then clenched around Barbara’s midsection. Dinah’s hands moved under the cape, one to the space between Barbara’s shoulder blades, the other to the small of Barbara’s back, where both entreated Barbara for more. Barbara sped up the repetition, and she found the way Dinah bit her lip so sexy that she forced those ruby lips open with a hand cupped on her jaw and kissed her like she hadn’t been kissed in ages.
Dinah gasped into it, not even minding that Barbara had stopped moving her hips for the interlude. It was the kind of kiss she hadn’t had since high school, 100% in love, 100% commitment, no itchy beard or thoughts in the back of her head about dishes waiting to be done or villains on the loose. Just… Barbara.
Her hands, still on Barbara’s body, could only gently massage circles into her flesh when it was over, trying to repay Barbara for giving her a perfect moment of happiness.
“I love you too,” Dinah said, finally realizing the unimportance of words even as her more detailed confession of love to Barbara reached essay length. Every time she’d thought she’d reached the end, her brain gave off a spark and she remembered something entirely new that she loved about Barbara.
Barbara smiled impishly and began moving inside her again, harder and faster and then their mouths locking together, not love but something more primal and elemental than that. A sheer, biological need. Dinah’s hands pulled Barbara into a rhythm. She wanted them to keep pressing together until they were one body. Barbara did her best to oblige.
“Come, Dinah,” Barbara whispered huskily, the voice she only felt safe using when there was an ocean between them. “Let me know how I’m making you feel. You always did like doing what I told you to do…”
Dinah’s hands glided down, tried to feel out Barbara’s heat but lost themselves in the frenetic coupling of their bodies. She kissed Barbara again, slowing her, and rolled them over until the dildo was out. Dinah ripped it off, ripped through the reinforced Kevlar of Barbara’s leggings, until they were skin against skin.
“Not without you,” Dinah said, surprised but not surprised at how perfectly wet Barbara was. Barbara’s fingers coiled in her groin, but it was an afterthought, a cherry on a sundae. The way Barbara’s face lit up was heaven. “I had a dream too. You kissed me, you made love to me, and at the same time you were listening in from the Watchtower…”
“Oh God!” Barbara cried, burying her face in Dinah’s breasts.
With her free hand, Dinah clenched Barbara’s hair. “Never let anything happen to you,” Barbara said, and Dinah said “fucking come,” and Barbara said “wish I had more time,” and Dinah screamed and Barbara screamed and they fell down to the bed, Dinah’s stocking-clad legs deliciously feeling out the lycra that still covered Barbara’s legs.
“My Barbara, my precious, precious—“ Dinah started to say, but Barbara put a finger to her lips.
“Tell me in the morning.”
Dinah nodded and entombed herself in Barbara’s arms, letting the warmth guide her to the deepest sleep she’d known in years.
In the morning, Barbara was gone.
***
It couldn’t have been a dream. Dinah kept telling herself that all the way to Platinum Flats. Even if all signs of Barbara’s presence were gone, why would Dinah take off everything but fishnet stockings and partially rip the sheets out from under the mattress before going to bed? Unless she was going out of her mind. Which would fit with the hallucination of her old boss walking around and fucking her.
Except it couldn’t have been a hallucination. Damnit.
“—and Scott won’t be able to walk for a week!” Barda was complaining when Dinah walked in. “He has a show next week!”
“I had a hot date last night,” Helena said. “Ruined.”
Dinah sometimes wished she were leader of the Birds of Prey instead of chairwoman of the JLA. Barbara could just turn the feed off when she needed some peace and quiet.
“Dinah! Finally, something worth getting out of bed for.”
Dinah winced and considered making some small talk about the upgrades Babs had made to the place, but Barbara knew she didn’t go in for that sort of thing.
“So, how’s the divorce coming?” Barbara asked.
“I’m willing to trade alimony for the Arrow-Car.” Dinah gestured to the dead monitors. “What’s up with that?”
“Oh, Circe.”
“The goddess Circe?”
“The same. Apparently she didn’t take kindly to us foiling her latest ‘turn men into something’ scheme and cast a lust spell on us.”
Dinah felt a sudden pain in her chest. “That… sounds like fun.”
“Apparently, our lust anthropomorphized and went off to be lusty while we turned into sexless drones for the night. Luckily, I had Zatanna on speed-dial. I probably owe Dick a call. Just when I had him convinced that the relationship was dead and buried, too…”
“What if it didn’t go to Dick?”
Barbara looked at her, weirdly expectant.
“Babs, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you…”
Fandom: Birds of Prey
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Babs/Dinah
Word Count: 2,807
Summary: Dinah thought she was done with the Birds of Prey. But Barbara isn’t done with her.
Whoever it was in Dinah’s apartment hadn’t triggered the alarm system, or given any sign of her presence before revealing herself. That made Dinah wary. She was even more wary about how the other woman waited until Dinah was changing out of her bra to come out of the shadows. Dinah rehooked her bra and backed up.
“What are you doing here?”
The woman sat down on the bed, smiling at Dinah. “What’s the matter? Don’t you recognize me?”
“The mask doesn’t help.”
“Maybe it would help if I talked like this.” The woman lowered her voice into an intimate monologue. “Come on, Dinah, it’s me. It’s Babs.”
Dinah stopped keeping up the pretense of being a helpless little civilian. She stepped closer to the intruder, fists coiled. “You’re lying.”
The woman turned on the bedside lamp. Familiar body type, familiar red hair cascading out of her cowl. Dinah could probably blame her mother and upbringing for the fact that she found Barbara a lot sexier covered in skintight lycra with a big yellow bat over her cleavage.
“I haven’t put on that many pounds, have I?” Batgirl slapped her thigh and ran that hand up the side of her body.
“You’re walking. How are you…”
Batgirl took Dinah’s fist in both hands and unfolded it into an open hand before she kissed Dinah’s wrist. “It’s a long, boring story. But I think it’d be a lot more interesting if I told it to you when we’re cuddling under the sheets.”
Dinah ripped her hand away. “How do I know you’re not a changeling or an android or a really convincing cross-dresser?”
“Ask me something only Barbara would know.”
“What did Sin break on her first day in America?”
Batgirl stood. She actually had a little height on Dinah, despite Dinah’s famous legs. Dinah stared into that yellow bat. Something about it accentuated Barbara’s curves, hinting at their firmness.
“A toy plane you gave her. The wing came off, so you called me to buy a new one and have it waiting for her. But by the time you landed, Sin had forgotten all about it.” The supple material of Batgirl’s gloves breezed between the waistlines of Dinah’s panties and jeans. “I’d really like it if you put on the fishnets before we started. As long as we’re doing this, we should do it properly.”
“Doing what?” Dinah backed away again. She took half a step before Barbara tugged her back by the front of her pants.
“Dinah, you’re a superhero. Stop bullshitting me. You think I haven’t noticed how you look at me? You think there’s not a reason I wear tight tanktops instead of dowdy sweaters when you’re around?” Batgirl pulled them together, and Dinah froze as she felt Batgirl’s sliding down her lower belly and over her pubis. “Remember when you volunteered to help me install a new hard drive? You must’ve spent ten minutes bent over the console with your ass in my face. You know the moral of that story?” A gloved finger slipped inside her. Dinah exhaled in sheer release. “Black Canary wears a thong.”
Batgirl released her and teasingly backed away, sucking at her finger. Dinah watched, breathless, as she sat down once more on the bed and crossed her legs.
“Do I still have time to put on my fishnets?”
***
Dinah kicked off her shoes and jeans, pulled on her stockings and just got them buckled when Batgirl pinned her against the wall. The blonde had been about to undo her bra when Barbara attacked.
“Tut-tut-tut,” Batgirl said, in that cocky tone that must’ve driven criminals insane. “That’s my job.”
Dinah literally shuddered when Barbara popped her bra. Her front was squeezed against the wall, so Batgirl drew the bra off between the wallpaper and her body. It rasped over her nipples as it went. Dinah’s body went from quietly insisting on Barbara to demanding Barbarabarbarabarbara!
“You know how many times I’ve dreamed of this? Every time you got captured, if I didn’t have nightmares of not rescuing you, I’d have dreams of being the one who came and got you. You’d be strapped down to an examination table or a giant laser or whatever, and before I let you up, you’d want to express your gratitude.”
Dinah heard twin thuds as Batgirl dropped to her knees, then the snick of a Batarang being unfurled. She bit the back of her hand, not having any idea that in a few seconds, Batgirl would clench her teeth on the back of her panty line. Pull her head back, making the front of Dinah’s panties grow taut on her clit. Then let the elastic waistband spring back and slap her flesh. Dinah had to take her hand out of her mouth before she broke the skin.
“Are you feeling very grateful, Dinah?” Batgirl cut the sides of her thong and the thin strip of lycra fluttered to the ground. Then Dinah felt fingers squeezing, exploring her asscheeks. “Oh, God, that ass. Dinah, you’re a sadist for ever wearing anything over it.”
“Take off the gloves, I want to feel… No.” Dinah turned around. Batgirl got one look at her pussy and the sight of her licking her lips derailed Dinah’s train of thought. She grabbed Barbara’s hands and finally remembered those hateful gloves. “My job,” she said, pulling one off finger by finger.
Batgirl let her head loll onto Dinah’s thigh. The blonde felt the angular armor plating stab into her flesh, which only made her want Dinah more. She got three fingers of Batgirl’s second glove loosened before stripping it off with her teeth. Batgirl smirked. Dinah buried that smile in her crotch.
What followed was like a chemical reaction. There was a brief moment of heat, then the explosion. Dinah’s hands flew to Barbara’s head, and she laughed out loud when she realized those ridiculous bat-ears made excellent handlebars. She guided Batgirl, a little higher there, a little faster here, a little deeper now, until Batgirl had learned enough to give Dinah what she didn’t even know she needed. Then those cute little bat-ears let her hang on.
Dinah was still pressed up against the wall as Barbara’s tongue exploded inside her, but as the pleasure didn’t let up she started to slide downward. She tried to brace herself against the walls to compensate for her weakening legs, but there was nothing to grab onto. She just kept slapping the walls, over and over again. Finally, Batgirl took hold of Dinah’s limp legs and lifted them up onto her shoulders. Dinah was jack-knifed against the wall as Batgirl went deeper than anyone had ever gone.
“Babs, Babs--! Oh, fuck, girl… you’d better not be a shapeshifter! Fuck!” Dinah came so hard she wrenched Barbara’s cowl right off. Batgirl stumbled backward and Dinah fell on her ass.
“Alas, poor Batgirl,” Dinah joked, holding up the cowl. “I knew her, Barbara.”
“Biblically.” Barbara straightened, and Dinah could see the spreading stain at her crotch even against the dull gray bodysuit. “Wet enough?”
“For what?”
Barbara smiled her very Oracle smile, that all-knowing smirk Dinah imagined Barbara having more times than not as she rearranged the world, and flipped open a pouch on her low-slung belt.
“You Bats really are prepared for anything.”
“You wanna help?”
Dinah sprang to her feet and forgot all notions of personal space as she assisted Barbara in strapping the dildo on. “It’s my job.” She paused, noticing the green of Barbara’s eyes. “You know something? You really are beautiful.”
Barbara blushed. “I know.”
“No, really. Sometimes I forget because you’ve got a clunky pair of glasses on or you haven’t put on make-up or you’ve forgotten to bathe because you’re working on a case…”
“Stop sweet-talking me, Dinah, you’ve already gotten my mask off.”
“But I shouldn’t forget, because that’s what I love most about you. How you’re this… supreme being of justice and dedication and never ever saying die.” Barbara kissed her cheek. “And I just wanted you to know that…” Barbara kissed her neck. “That…” Barbara moved down to her breasts. “Babs!” Dinah shoved her back. “Let me finish!”
Barbara sat down on the bed and sassily held her hands behind her back, coincidentally making her breasts stand out proudly.
“So, I, uh…”
“Yes?” Barbara prompted, doing a little hop that made her breasts jiggle just perfectly.
“I’ll tell you later.” Dinah pounced on her. “Honestly, you can go through seventy thousand words of computer manuals but when I try to tell you I love you…”
“I know, I know.” Barbara kissed her in apology. “I just… don’t have time for that. I don’t have long and I really can’t appreciate it anyway, so just promise me you won’t forget.”
“What do you mean, you don’t have long?”
“I mean that I have a limited timeframe to work with and I’d like to spend it with you. And I already know you love me, though it is always nice to hear. I want to give you a night you’ll never forget. Anything that comes after that is… gravy.”
Dinah buried her face in Barbara’s hair. “But just so you know,” she whispered in Barbara’s ear, “I love you.”
“Back ‘atcha, blondie.”
“Stop sweet-talking me, Barbara, you’ve already got my clothes off.”
“Ah! Except for the most important element of Black Canary’s super-secret identity!” Barbara’s hands groped the backs of Dinah’s thighs, making Dinah suddenly feel the grid of her stockings in a whole new way. The redhead ran her hands up and down Dinah’s long legs as she spread them. “Those forty-two inch stems, cleverly disguised…”
“Let’s not forget a certain someone’s red hair.” Dinah tugged on it, not coincidentally making Babs kiss her again, which in turn made her want to melt right into the mattress.
Barbara’s hands worked their way down to Dinah’s backside, which they gave an appreciative pat to. “An ass so nice you don’t have to hide it under a cape…”
“Trust me, you definitely don’t have cape-ass.” Dinah dug her fingernails into Barbara’s ass, loving that she could really sink her fingers into it.
The strap-on, hard and promising, brushed against the inside of Dinah’s thigh. Dinah pulled it toward her as Barbara placed Dinah’s legs on her shoulders.
“Wait!” Dinah used muscles built from a thousand sit-ups a morning to lean up (making the head of the dildo touch her labia, which Dinah felt all the way to her toes) and find the zipper on Barbara’s costume. It started at the back of her costume’s neck, usually covered by the cowl. Dinah yanked it down all the way to the base of Barbara’s spine and Barbara did the rest, tugging the top of her costume off like it was saran wrap.
Barbara still wore her cape. Dinah found that Wonder-Woman-sexy, which was still her mother’s fault. Hardbodies in tights, all through her formulaic years.
“Ready?” Barbara asked, knowing exactly how sexy Dinah found capes (browser search histories were gold mines for fetishes) and how the simple act of tapping her dildo against Dinah’s clit made her toes curl.
“I’m your girl, Babs.” Dinah took big fistfuls of Barbara’s cape and pulled imploringly. “Make me your girl.”
Barbara started off slow, as if Dinah and the dildo were melting together. She explored the deepest reaches of Dinah’s cunt, held it as Dinah screwed herself against Barbara’s body, then retracted. She kept it up, languidly wringing the delight out of Dinah, enjoying the sight of Dinah’s white knuckles embedded in her cloak, until Dinah’s legs slipped off her shoulders.
They quivered to either side of Barbara, twitching as Barbara made another circuit, then clenched around Barbara’s midsection. Dinah’s hands moved under the cape, one to the space between Barbara’s shoulder blades, the other to the small of Barbara’s back, where both entreated Barbara for more. Barbara sped up the repetition, and she found the way Dinah bit her lip so sexy that she forced those ruby lips open with a hand cupped on her jaw and kissed her like she hadn’t been kissed in ages.
Dinah gasped into it, not even minding that Barbara had stopped moving her hips for the interlude. It was the kind of kiss she hadn’t had since high school, 100% in love, 100% commitment, no itchy beard or thoughts in the back of her head about dishes waiting to be done or villains on the loose. Just… Barbara.
Her hands, still on Barbara’s body, could only gently massage circles into her flesh when it was over, trying to repay Barbara for giving her a perfect moment of happiness.
“I love you too,” Dinah said, finally realizing the unimportance of words even as her more detailed confession of love to Barbara reached essay length. Every time she’d thought she’d reached the end, her brain gave off a spark and she remembered something entirely new that she loved about Barbara.
Barbara smiled impishly and began moving inside her again, harder and faster and then their mouths locking together, not love but something more primal and elemental than that. A sheer, biological need. Dinah’s hands pulled Barbara into a rhythm. She wanted them to keep pressing together until they were one body. Barbara did her best to oblige.
“Come, Dinah,” Barbara whispered huskily, the voice she only felt safe using when there was an ocean between them. “Let me know how I’m making you feel. You always did like doing what I told you to do…”
Dinah’s hands glided down, tried to feel out Barbara’s heat but lost themselves in the frenetic coupling of their bodies. She kissed Barbara again, slowing her, and rolled them over until the dildo was out. Dinah ripped it off, ripped through the reinforced Kevlar of Barbara’s leggings, until they were skin against skin.
“Not without you,” Dinah said, surprised but not surprised at how perfectly wet Barbara was. Barbara’s fingers coiled in her groin, but it was an afterthought, a cherry on a sundae. The way Barbara’s face lit up was heaven. “I had a dream too. You kissed me, you made love to me, and at the same time you were listening in from the Watchtower…”
“Oh God!” Barbara cried, burying her face in Dinah’s breasts.
With her free hand, Dinah clenched Barbara’s hair. “Never let anything happen to you,” Barbara said, and Dinah said “fucking come,” and Barbara said “wish I had more time,” and Dinah screamed and Barbara screamed and they fell down to the bed, Dinah’s stocking-clad legs deliciously feeling out the lycra that still covered Barbara’s legs.
“My Barbara, my precious, precious—“ Dinah started to say, but Barbara put a finger to her lips.
“Tell me in the morning.”
Dinah nodded and entombed herself in Barbara’s arms, letting the warmth guide her to the deepest sleep she’d known in years.
In the morning, Barbara was gone.
***
It couldn’t have been a dream. Dinah kept telling herself that all the way to Platinum Flats. Even if all signs of Barbara’s presence were gone, why would Dinah take off everything but fishnet stockings and partially rip the sheets out from under the mattress before going to bed? Unless she was going out of her mind. Which would fit with the hallucination of her old boss walking around and fucking her.
Except it couldn’t have been a hallucination. Damnit.
“—and Scott won’t be able to walk for a week!” Barda was complaining when Dinah walked in. “He has a show next week!”
“I had a hot date last night,” Helena said. “Ruined.”
Dinah sometimes wished she were leader of the Birds of Prey instead of chairwoman of the JLA. Barbara could just turn the feed off when she needed some peace and quiet.
“Dinah! Finally, something worth getting out of bed for.”
Dinah winced and considered making some small talk about the upgrades Babs had made to the place, but Barbara knew she didn’t go in for that sort of thing.
“So, how’s the divorce coming?” Barbara asked.
“I’m willing to trade alimony for the Arrow-Car.” Dinah gestured to the dead monitors. “What’s up with that?”
“Oh, Circe.”
“The goddess Circe?”
“The same. Apparently she didn’t take kindly to us foiling her latest ‘turn men into something’ scheme and cast a lust spell on us.”
Dinah felt a sudden pain in her chest. “That… sounds like fun.”
“Apparently, our lust anthropomorphized and went off to be lusty while we turned into sexless drones for the night. Luckily, I had Zatanna on speed-dial. I probably owe Dick a call. Just when I had him convinced that the relationship was dead and buried, too…”
“What if it didn’t go to Dick?”
Barbara looked at her, weirdly expectant.
“Babs, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you…”
