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seriousficBarbara watched the Aerie One’s piddling progress over the Atlantic. Damnit, she really had to get her hands on Boomtube technology. This catch-up stuff was for the… she chuckled… birds.
With nothing on her horizon, and no one to keep her company in the tower, she opened her long-nascent novel and skipped to the end. She’d stopped writing mid-sentence and forgotten how she was going to finish the phrase. Damn Dick for interrupting her. Even in literature, he…
As she tried to recall where she’d been going with the sequence, Barbara checked in on her team. “Dinah, Booster, everything good?”
Dinah’s voice came over the comlink. “Yeah, ‘cept for being bored out of our pretty blonde heads. You really need to get some new in-flight magazines, though.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
bored out of our pretty blonde heads,” Dana lied, trying to hide the tremor in her voice as Mike rung his finger round her creamy thigh.
“I’ll see what I can do,” her trusted friend and confidante said before signing off, leaving Dana and Mike to their erotic pleasures.
Dana finished undoing Mike’s fly, finding his turgid rod fully erect. “My. I can see why there’s no Viagra endorsement on your costume.” Dana parted her lips as her head bent down to meet it.
“Say, Babs, could you settle a bet for us?”
Barbara quickly shrunk the Word document, returning to the comlink. “Uh, yeah, sure.”
“Who makes honey, hornets or bees?”
”Yes, there is honey on the flight. It’s in the cupboard right behind the pilot’s cabin,” the fiery redhead answered. Dana knew her eyes were twinkling as she figured out with ease just what kind of sandwich that sweetness would go on.
“Thanks.” Dana took off the headset, at long last leaving herself fully nude. “Stay right here,” she ordered Mike, spread-eagled and painfully erect on the bottom of the aisle. “I’ll be back in a second…”
“Oracle, any word on how to disable a Kryptonite-powered robot with the products of your average nuclear reactor?”
It was Dick. Barbara jerked her hand out of her bra.
“Uh, let me think…”
”Looking for this?” the stowaway Rick asked, waving the bottle of honey at Dana as he stepped out of the closet, wearing nothing but a sky captain’s jacket and cap. "I could be persuaded to part with it, if you revealed to me how to disable a Kryptonite-powered robot..."
With nothing on her horizon, and no one to keep her company in the tower, she opened her long-nascent novel and skipped to the end. She’d stopped writing mid-sentence and forgotten how she was going to finish the phrase. Damn Dick for interrupting her. Even in literature, he…
As she tried to recall where she’d been going with the sequence, Barbara checked in on her team. “Dinah, Booster, everything good?”
Dinah’s voice came over the comlink. “Yeah, ‘cept for being bored out of our pretty blonde heads. You really need to get some new in-flight magazines, though.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
bored out of our pretty blonde heads,” Dana lied, trying to hide the tremor in her voice as Mike rung his finger round her creamy thigh.
“I’ll see what I can do,” her trusted friend and confidante said before signing off, leaving Dana and Mike to their erotic pleasures.
Dana finished undoing Mike’s fly, finding his turgid rod fully erect. “My. I can see why there’s no Viagra endorsement on your costume.” Dana parted her lips as her head bent down to meet it.
“Say, Babs, could you settle a bet for us?”
Barbara quickly shrunk the Word document, returning to the comlink. “Uh, yeah, sure.”
“Who makes honey, hornets or bees?”
”Yes, there is honey on the flight. It’s in the cupboard right behind the pilot’s cabin,” the fiery redhead answered. Dana knew her eyes were twinkling as she figured out with ease just what kind of sandwich that sweetness would go on.
“Thanks.” Dana took off the headset, at long last leaving herself fully nude. “Stay right here,” she ordered Mike, spread-eagled and painfully erect on the bottom of the aisle. “I’ll be back in a second…”
“Oracle, any word on how to disable a Kryptonite-powered robot with the products of your average nuclear reactor?”
It was Dick. Barbara jerked her hand out of her bra.
“Uh, let me think…”
”Looking for this?” the stowaway Rick asked, waving the bottle of honey at Dana as he stepped out of the closet, wearing nothing but a sky captain’s jacket and cap. "I could be persuaded to part with it, if you revealed to me how to disable a Kryptonite-powered robot..."
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Date: 2008-04-11 04:08 pm (UTC)Babs writes fanfiction!
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Date: 2008-04-12 02:16 pm (UTC)Naturally, her beta thinks Babs is writing Nightwing/Starfire RPF.
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Date: 2008-04-13 08:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-13 08:17 pm (UTC)