BOP fic: So, Last Night… (Helena/Zinda)
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seriousficSo, James Robinson wrote a scene between Hal Jordan and Oliver Queen that was surprising skeevy and tone-deaf. Here's my brain making a saving roll against stupidity.
Title: So, Last Night…
Fandom: Birds of Prey
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,116
Characters/Pairings: Helena/Zinda, references to Helena/Zinda/Hal
Summary: Hal Jordan has canonically had a threesome with Zinda and Helena. Did you really think that had anything to do with Hal Jordan?
Zinda rolled over in her sleep, smacking dead-on into what felt like a mountain range of muscle and scar. Her eyes opened. Not bad to look at though. It took her usually whip-smart memory a second to prop start, which meant there’d been whiskey. Or beer. Some kind of alcohol.
Then it all flooded back and Zinda’s smile at the discovery of her bed partner got a little wider. There’d been tangled sheets, lots of sweat, and a bottle of grappa. Plus a third pair of hands, even more callused than the man’s big fingers, but more delicate, more slender, more loving. They had felt especially nice between her legs, in fact Zinda was having a hard time deciding whether to give the kewpie doll to the guy or the gal. Well, it hadn’t been a competition, now had it?
Speaking of Helena… Zinda looked over Hal’s body, but the Italian was nowhere to be seen. Hal was sprawled across the other half of the bed, bedsheets tangled around his waist, one arm dangling down to the floor, still clasping the bottle of grappa. And it still had a few drops at the bottom. Zinda was tempted. And the wine looked good too.
“Helena?” Zinda called, making Hal groan and pull a face. She wondered how many shots he’d done before she and Helena had sat down to either side on him, already in the mood for trouble.
“Out here,” Helena said.
Zinda pulled on her skirt and flight tunic over bare skin, then went out onto the balcony of the apartment. They were a couple dozen floors up, but Helena was perched on the little garden bordering the balcony like it was nothing. Even in the wrinkled, beer-stained civvies she’d worn since last night, she looked pretty damn unapproachable. Must’ve been mandatory to live in Gotham. Zinda leaned in beside her. There were a row of tulips growing out of the planter on the ledge, so Zinda toyed with one.
“Something about last night have you bent out of shape? In a bad way?” she asked.
Helena didn’t stray from her crouch, just tapped her fingers on the concrete edge she was holding to. “Did that mean anything?”
“It was fun. Why’s it have to mean something more?”
“I didn’t say it wasn’t fun. I asked if that’s all it was.”
“I’m not following.”
Helena turned, sitting with her back to the edge so she was facing Zinda. Zinda stood up from her tulip, resting her arms on the planter so she was about level with the other woman. They looked at each other. Something about Helena’s stare was challenging and Zinda would’ve demurred if she weren’t Zinda.
“You got a problem?” Zinda asked. “You jealous, that it? Want flyboy to yourself? He’s all yours if that’s it.”
Helena laughed and turned away. “Are you gay?”
“Nah, I love the fellas. Ask anyone.”
“But do you love just the fellas, that’s what I’m asking? Because you were all over me last night. You went down on me. You put your fingers in me. You kissed me, Zinda.”
Zinda slouched back, sliding her hands into her jacket pockets. “You dislike any of that?”
“You know I didn’t.”
“Then what’s the problem? Back in the day, we called it a Boston marriage. Two ladies did what they did, no man required. It didn’t matter none.”
“It matters to me.” Helena hopped down, walking right up to Zinda. “Am I going to need to grab some guy every time I want to have sex with you?”
Zinda suddenly wondered if Helena had ever looked at her that way. Obviously, they were a good match, but that didn’t mean much. Zinda had known a lot of guys she could’ve settled down with if she weren’t flying and she didn’t regret that at the end of the day, they were on the ground and she was in the clouds. Maybe Helena was a bit more serious. A bit more lonely. And so long as Helena didn’t try to ground her, it would be nice to have a co-pilot.
“You want to make something with me, you just ask. I’d be happy to oblige.” Challenging and welcoming, all at once. Just like Helena liked it.
Helena looked at her, her dark eyes softening, calculating. Smiling. “Alright. I want to take you out to dinner sometime. Watch a movie. Have some drinks.”
Zinda’s eyebrows perked. “You’re talking ‘bout a date.”
“Yeah, I am.”
Helena was a good friend. No reason she wouldn’t make a better lover. “This been on your noggin awhile?” Zinda pinched her skirt between her fingers and teased it up her thighs a little. “You been lying awake at night, wanting a little Blackhawk action?”
“Shut up,” Helena said, despite the smile. “I didn’t… I barely even thought about it before you jumped me last night. Now I can’t stop thinking ’why not?’”
Zinda had to give credit, once the girl knew what she wanted, she went for it. “Oh, yeah. You gals love a fancy-schmancy uniform, dontcha?” Zinda backed Helena against the wall. “Say it. Say you like the uniform.”
“It has a skirt.”
“You love the skirt.” Zinda eased Helena to her knees. “Makes things so much easier, don’t it?”
“Colonel Blake, I’m not that kind of girl. I want that nice date you promised me.”
“Would you take an IOU?”
“Just this once,” Helena said, pulling Zinda’s skirt up. “And you can pay the tab.”
“Uh-huh.” Resting her hand on the top of Helena’s head, Zinda began to rock it against her crotch. “We Blackhawks take good care of our sweethearts. Ask anyone.”
“Don’t need to. I have some first-hand knowledge.” Helena’s hands squeezed Zinda’s ass. When she next spoke, it was close enough to send warm breath stirring Zinda’s folds. “Ever get the feeling you’re being watched?”
“I work for Oracle. I get nothing but that feeling.”
“Think more… Harrison Ford.”
Zinda glanced over at the bed. “Mmm. Think we should give him one for the road? You must admit, he knows how to handle his joystick.”
“I know that’s an euphemism, but either way it would make you wet.” Helena’s tongue proved the point.
Zinda nearly doubled over. “That’s all you, doll.” She whistled. “Hey, flyboy! We’re gonna need that bed. But if you find me a bottle of something 80-proof, you can watch.”
***
Barbara had her fingers steepled in arch-disapproval when they got back, skin still smelling of the body shots they’d done and the love they’d made. Seeing her look, Zinda started giggling and Helena laughed too.
“You had a threesome with Hal Jordan. Un-buh-lievable.”
“Next time we’ll invite you, promise.”
Title: So, Last Night…
Fandom: Birds of Prey
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,116
Characters/Pairings: Helena/Zinda, references to Helena/Zinda/Hal
Summary: Hal Jordan has canonically had a threesome with Zinda and Helena. Did you really think that had anything to do with Hal Jordan?
Zinda rolled over in her sleep, smacking dead-on into what felt like a mountain range of muscle and scar. Her eyes opened. Not bad to look at though. It took her usually whip-smart memory a second to prop start, which meant there’d been whiskey. Or beer. Some kind of alcohol.
Then it all flooded back and Zinda’s smile at the discovery of her bed partner got a little wider. There’d been tangled sheets, lots of sweat, and a bottle of grappa. Plus a third pair of hands, even more callused than the man’s big fingers, but more delicate, more slender, more loving. They had felt especially nice between her legs, in fact Zinda was having a hard time deciding whether to give the kewpie doll to the guy or the gal. Well, it hadn’t been a competition, now had it?
Speaking of Helena… Zinda looked over Hal’s body, but the Italian was nowhere to be seen. Hal was sprawled across the other half of the bed, bedsheets tangled around his waist, one arm dangling down to the floor, still clasping the bottle of grappa. And it still had a few drops at the bottom. Zinda was tempted. And the wine looked good too.
“Helena?” Zinda called, making Hal groan and pull a face. She wondered how many shots he’d done before she and Helena had sat down to either side on him, already in the mood for trouble.
“Out here,” Helena said.
Zinda pulled on her skirt and flight tunic over bare skin, then went out onto the balcony of the apartment. They were a couple dozen floors up, but Helena was perched on the little garden bordering the balcony like it was nothing. Even in the wrinkled, beer-stained civvies she’d worn since last night, she looked pretty damn unapproachable. Must’ve been mandatory to live in Gotham. Zinda leaned in beside her. There were a row of tulips growing out of the planter on the ledge, so Zinda toyed with one.
“Something about last night have you bent out of shape? In a bad way?” she asked.
Helena didn’t stray from her crouch, just tapped her fingers on the concrete edge she was holding to. “Did that mean anything?”
“It was fun. Why’s it have to mean something more?”
“I didn’t say it wasn’t fun. I asked if that’s all it was.”
“I’m not following.”
Helena turned, sitting with her back to the edge so she was facing Zinda. Zinda stood up from her tulip, resting her arms on the planter so she was about level with the other woman. They looked at each other. Something about Helena’s stare was challenging and Zinda would’ve demurred if she weren’t Zinda.
“You got a problem?” Zinda asked. “You jealous, that it? Want flyboy to yourself? He’s all yours if that’s it.”
Helena laughed and turned away. “Are you gay?”
“Nah, I love the fellas. Ask anyone.”
“But do you love just the fellas, that’s what I’m asking? Because you were all over me last night. You went down on me. You put your fingers in me. You kissed me, Zinda.”
Zinda slouched back, sliding her hands into her jacket pockets. “You dislike any of that?”
“You know I didn’t.”
“Then what’s the problem? Back in the day, we called it a Boston marriage. Two ladies did what they did, no man required. It didn’t matter none.”
“It matters to me.” Helena hopped down, walking right up to Zinda. “Am I going to need to grab some guy every time I want to have sex with you?”
Zinda suddenly wondered if Helena had ever looked at her that way. Obviously, they were a good match, but that didn’t mean much. Zinda had known a lot of guys she could’ve settled down with if she weren’t flying and she didn’t regret that at the end of the day, they were on the ground and she was in the clouds. Maybe Helena was a bit more serious. A bit more lonely. And so long as Helena didn’t try to ground her, it would be nice to have a co-pilot.
“You want to make something with me, you just ask. I’d be happy to oblige.” Challenging and welcoming, all at once. Just like Helena liked it.
Helena looked at her, her dark eyes softening, calculating. Smiling. “Alright. I want to take you out to dinner sometime. Watch a movie. Have some drinks.”
Zinda’s eyebrows perked. “You’re talking ‘bout a date.”
“Yeah, I am.”
Helena was a good friend. No reason she wouldn’t make a better lover. “This been on your noggin awhile?” Zinda pinched her skirt between her fingers and teased it up her thighs a little. “You been lying awake at night, wanting a little Blackhawk action?”
“Shut up,” Helena said, despite the smile. “I didn’t… I barely even thought about it before you jumped me last night. Now I can’t stop thinking ’why not?’”
Zinda had to give credit, once the girl knew what she wanted, she went for it. “Oh, yeah. You gals love a fancy-schmancy uniform, dontcha?” Zinda backed Helena against the wall. “Say it. Say you like the uniform.”
“It has a skirt.”
“You love the skirt.” Zinda eased Helena to her knees. “Makes things so much easier, don’t it?”
“Colonel Blake, I’m not that kind of girl. I want that nice date you promised me.”
“Would you take an IOU?”
“Just this once,” Helena said, pulling Zinda’s skirt up. “And you can pay the tab.”
“Uh-huh.” Resting her hand on the top of Helena’s head, Zinda began to rock it against her crotch. “We Blackhawks take good care of our sweethearts. Ask anyone.”
“Don’t need to. I have some first-hand knowledge.” Helena’s hands squeezed Zinda’s ass. When she next spoke, it was close enough to send warm breath stirring Zinda’s folds. “Ever get the feeling you’re being watched?”
“I work for Oracle. I get nothing but that feeling.”
“Think more… Harrison Ford.”
Zinda glanced over at the bed. “Mmm. Think we should give him one for the road? You must admit, he knows how to handle his joystick.”
“I know that’s an euphemism, but either way it would make you wet.” Helena’s tongue proved the point.
Zinda nearly doubled over. “That’s all you, doll.” She whistled. “Hey, flyboy! We’re gonna need that bed. But if you find me a bottle of something 80-proof, you can watch.”
***
Barbara had her fingers steepled in arch-disapproval when they got back, skin still smelling of the body shots they’d done and the love they’d made. Seeing her look, Zinda started giggling and Helena laughed too.
“You had a threesome with Hal Jordan. Un-buh-lievable.”
“Next time we’ll invite you, promise.”
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Date: 2009-08-04 04:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-04 05:06 am (UTC)Nice, very nice.
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Date: 2009-08-04 05:08 am (UTC)“Next time we’ll invite you, promise.”
*giggle**snort*
I absolutely adore how you write Zinda. She's a hard voice to get, but, you are totally spot on! Thanks for is! ^_^
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Date: 2009-08-04 03:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-04 08:28 am (UTC)Thank you. This makes the whole Robinson thing less terrible.
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Date: 2009-08-04 02:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-04 02:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-04 12:39 pm (UTC)heh heh, oh dear me Zinda...
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Date: 2009-08-04 03:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-04 04:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-04 12:48 pm (UTC)...can the next time with Babs be just the three of them? Sans Hal Jordan. Not that I don't like the guy, but hey.
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Date: 2009-08-04 02:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-05 05:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-05 02:52 pm (UTC)That skeevy GL/GA scene just set my teeth on edge.