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seriousficTitle: Words in your heart that you can't utter
Fandom: Teen Titans
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,161
Characters/Pairings: Donna/Kory, Dick/Kory
Summary: Kory made love like she did everything else: without reservation and without shame.
Dick and Kory had a badass home entertainment center. Even if her place wasn't being fumigated, even if they weren't her best friends, the stereo was reason enough for Donna to come over. And Kory was reason enough to stay over. Just talking to her was like an adventure.
"You're kidding." Donna stared at Kory, who smiled in that fawning-yet-aloof way of hers. "You're saying you wouldn't go back to Tamaran if you could?"
"Correct. Tamaran was my home and I miss it dearly, but if I had never left it, I would never have met any of you." Seeing Dick was off-guard, she reached over to the couch and pulled him over to the loveseat with her. "Especially not you, my heart!"
Dick had been watching a Crime Beat news report. "What're we talking 'bout? Organs?"
Kory petted him. "I love your organ."
Donna smiled, embarrassed. Kory pulled herself away from Dick to look at her best friend.
"Donna, who do you think is cuter: Dick, or yourself?"
"Oh, Dick, definitely."
"I'm not sure. He has scars… they're more sexy than cute."
"I'm too badass to be scarred. That isn't sexy?"
"It's very sexy," Kory assured her, voice low.
***
There had been nights when Kory slipped into Donna's bed, their limbs meshing, their warmth pooled. There was something secretly thrilling about it, how it went no further, chaste and wholly unchaste at the same time. How it wasn't nonsexual, but beyond sex.
There had been days when Kory kissed Donna, as casual as she would hug or squeeze or smile, and Donna had laughed it off as if it were something like holding hands or dancing close to get a boy hot, even though she knew it went beyond that.
And then there was tonight, when Donna laid frozen in her bed, praying this was a dream and praying that she wouldn't wake, as moment by moment Kory walked from the door to the bed, pulled the covers from Donna's body, and let her lips wander Donna's bare shoulders.
Donna should've pushed her away, but her lips were too sweet, her hands too tantalizing, her fondness so real.
"Do you want this?" Kory asked anyway.
Donna shut her eyes and she stopped feeling Kory's touch. "I can't believe Dick would be okay with this."
"Ask him," Kory said, her touch again a full-court press, overwhelming in its lack of artifice or politics or bullshit. She was here because she wanted Donna; not to prove anything to herself but because it was Donna. "Later."
"Why?" Donna asked, wondering why it was so hard for her to just say she wasn't interested, wasn't a lesbian, wasn't anything like the person Kory apparently thought she was. "Dick's in the other room, if you want to… why me?"
"Because you're here." As if that explained anything. She pulled the covers back over Donna. "Very well. We can talk about it in the morning. I'll fix breakfast."
She left. Donna started wondering if she was with Dick.
***
Breakfast the next morning was awkward. Not just because of Kory's cooking. Dick had a guilty look in his eyes when he looked at Donna. She knew who he'd been with in the night.
Maybe there was a good reason she didn't stay with them that often, as nice as their penthouse was.
"You know, Batman doesn't get himself into these situations," Dick said.
Donna laughed. "Yes, I can imagine."
"Just… talk to me. You're the one who was raised by the cast of Xena, you should be more comfortable about it than me."
"Paradise Island wasn't like that. Everyone was with who they were with and loved each other for who they were and had their own content routine… it was a little like living in a really pretty retirement home, come to think of it."
Dick smiled, willing himself to be put on ease.
"So," Donna said, wiping her dry hands on her thighs, "do you… outside of… other than Kory?"
"No. I'd feel too uncomfortable. And there isn't really anyone who makes me feel the same way as Kory. It's not like we're swingers, although I'm not sure Kory would mind… it's more… Mormon-y."
Donna nodded. "Dick, the girl's crazy about you. If you ask her to, she'd give up on this whole idea…"
Dick held up his hand. "I'd like to say she's already given up everything, but she hasn't. It's been taken from her. It'd be cruel to make her give up how she expresses her love. And honestly? This hasn't come up before."
"So I'm the first?" Donna exclaimed. She wasn't sure whether to feel honored or… what.
"I've known she wasn't a monogamist, but we promised to be open and honest about our relationship. She hasn't said anything. Then, a few weeks ago, she starts leaving these little notes around talking about you… I think it's a thing back on Tamaran. Maybe she just got comfortable enough being here to… I don't know, trust us not to freak out?"
"I'm not freaking out," Donna said.
"Me neither." Dick sipped his coffee. "Kory's… amazing. If she loves someone, it's going to be someone worth loving. So… we're fairly liberal teenagers with a mature outlook on sex who should probably get some fucking-around in, just so's we have something juicy to put in our memoirs."
Donna laughed. "Well, when you put it so romantically."
"We're comfortable with it, is my point. Or we can get comfortable with it. The question now is, how do you feel about Kory?"
"I love her…" Donna left it hanging. She had meant to say 'as a friend' or 'but not like that', but she realized the half-truth in her throat. Perhaps the Tamaranian way was better, not naming it.
Dick leaned back in his chair. "Does that settle it?"
Donna changed tacks. "You really wouldn't mind, not being Kory's one and only. I thought you enjoyed being the most important person in her life?"
"The most important person in Kory's life will always be Kory. That's not a slur, but the greatest love affair will always be with ourselves. Respecting ourselves, accepting ourselves. Everyone else is just a fling." He smiled, with ease that was a little creepy. It was easy to forget he grew up in a cave.
Kory came in with the wind and the morning sun, still smelling of the plants she had watered. "Good morning!"
Donna looked up sharply. "Were you listening in on us?"
"I don't need to listen," Kory chided lovingly. "I can feel what's been said, what's been decided. It was all decided a long time ago."
"We're destined to have sex?" Donna joked.
Kory smiled at her tolerantly. "Shh. Watch." She bent to kiss Dick and he danced to the tune of it, bending under her, scooting his chair back so she had room to straddle him, room to fling his shirt away and run her hands over his chest like she was describing it to Donna.
"Kory," Dick said warningly when her hands feigned for his crotch, took his belt.
"Here. Now," she answered. Her eyes were on Donna, but there was no split in her attentions. It was like she was taking in different aspects of the same thing, lightning bolts from the same storm. "You don't have to join in, but you can be part of it."
They walked to the living room where last night the TV had blared and Donna had taken one of the final steps down the path she had chosen when she met Kory. The alien pushed Dick down on the divan and held him in place with a fingertip as she looked at Donna, her eyes faintly green through her tumbled locks of hair, like an animal with its fur up. Her words came as she shed her clothes, one inch at a time. "Donna Troy. I love you as a friend and as a sister and as a fellow warrior. Dick is my heart and my soul, but you have claimed a part of me, and I wish to give it to you freely. Take as much as you like, or refuse. It remains offered."
"I accept," Donna said, thinking on some mad level that Diana would be proud of her.
Kory stood before them both, naked, few surprises, many secrets. A thatch of curled hair over her groin, less than one might think from the luxurious mane washing down her back. A few scars her armor hid. A tattoo, small yet brash, upon the curve of her thigh.
She was beautiful. Donna had never denied it. That she was beautiful to Donna, that was the revelation. Everything after was old news, graciously expanded upon.
Kory started slow, achingly slow, certainly more patience than Donna had credited her with. As her hands toyed around at her crotch, rustling the soft hair, she kept Dick suspended with lifelines of small, inconsequential kisses. As if there were only so much of him she could take and she wanted to make it last.
Donna felt her fingernails digging into her palms. She wanted to see more. She wanted Kory to have more.
The sound of Dick's zipper going down was almost matched by the breath Dick let out, as if he was perched on the razor's edge right alongside Donna, waiting to see where their mutual friend would take them.
Kory kissed him again, longer, for real this time. At some point she grabbed his cock, but Donna couldn't tell when. She could tell when the grip become a caress, because Dick couldn't help himself. He rose up against Kory, clutching her to himself, and Kory laughed boldly as his hands laid claim to the curves of her back.
"Donna," she said through a tangle of sweaty hair, as Dick sucked at her collarbone like a lemon before a margarita. "Keep up."
For a moment, Donna didn't know what she meant. Kory showed her, taking Dick's hand and leading it to her groin, then groaning extravagantly. What Kory's prepared for him, he's more than ready to use. Donna felt more than heard Kory's moan, felt it move through her and rattle her like it was subsonic. Her hands moved between her legs of their own accord. She felt her wetness. Then, she felt more. Her gasp was small and breathy compared to Kory, but earth-shattering for her. She hadn't known it could feel so good.
Dick's lips touched Kory's breast, her heart. Her very breathing sounded contented. Kory took his face in her hands, her fingers almost white-knuckled on his skull, and kissed him some more. The way their chests billowed with the exertion, Dick's muscles rippling and Kory's soft curves undulating, made Donna dip a finger inside.
As soon as she did, Kory lolled her head softly to the side and smiled at Donna, the smile growing as she forced Dick down onto the bed, only seating him, not able to make him lie down without breaking bones, and then one majestically long leg unfurled, came down on the other side of him and she was on top of him, head craned back as if she couldn't bear to watch Dick's manhood disappear, even if it was inside her.
She bit her lip and paused, hanging poised over the base of his shaft, her nether lips spread, filled, dripping. Her body shuddered so violently it was as if she was sobbing. With his hands embedded in the mattress, Dick held himself still with self-control only a Bat could muster.
Kory made eye contact with Donna, and the Amazon realized it wasn't her fingers making her overload. It was her friend. "Go on," Kory urged breathlessly, her hand resting on Dick's chest, sliding a little on the sweat.
Donna pushed another finger inside… and Kory crashed down on her lover with an orgasmic release, her wetness pooling in the indents of Dick's physique, her voice breaking, she actually purred as her fingers clawed at her belly, almost trying to feel out where Dick was inside her.
Donna saw the game now. Two fingers were inside her already, her own even though they felt like Kory's, or maybe Dick's. A stranger's. She'd only ever used one before, sometimes a vibrator, but she'd never really been into masturbation. She'd never known it could feel so good.
A third finger entered so easily it was like cutting butter. "Yes," Kory said, desperately nodding, as overcome as Donna was. Her hips bolted into motion like a race had begun, throwing her against Dick time and time again. He tried to kiss her, but Kory was past that, below that, an animal in heat. So he just took her by the hands and spun them around and they missed the bed but hit the floor dead-center and Donna felt every inch of three goddamn fingers inside her as Dick took Kory, hard and fast, against the hardwood floor. Looking at them, you'd never have guessed that Kory could toss him around with one finger. She gave in utterly to him, or maybe to the sex.
Donna could feel Dick's eyes on her, even though he was face to face with Kory. That Gotham City sixth sense. Eyes in the back of his head. Seeing her as he watched Kory and the other way around. "It's going in. It's all going in," Dick said, voice gruff with arousal, kissing her to soften the words. He thrust in and Donna gasped, since the force of it must have taken Kory's voice away.
All of him went into Kory. Every last inch.
Kory seemed to growl and clawed at Dick's back as he worked at her – desperately, unapologetically out of control. She pulled his low-slung trousers all the way off his ass and dug her nails in there too. The pain motivated him. He went harder, just like she wanted.
"Faster, Donna!" Kory begged, commanded. "He's going to go faster!"
Four fingers. Donna could hear them going in and out, sloshing because she was that fucking wet. Her orgasm was nearing, so close she could taste it. No, that wasn't the right sense. She could see it, blanking out her vision, and hear it ringing in her ears, and feel it all through her body like a warm wet blanket, getting tighter and tighter…
"Not yet!" Kory pleaded. Her red-tipped nails were still, her hands only able to hold onto Dick's shoulders, be part of the jumbled blur of their fucking. "We're almost—" Dick hit a sweet spot, and she just had to kiss him. When their lips parted, she was panting. "All of us, together!"
"Yes," Donna breathed. "Oh yes…" Four fingers and with her other hand she felt her clit, hard and happy to be of service. Perfect. It was like everything was perfect.
Donna saw Dick's hands pulling brutally on Kory's hair, her friend's back arcing so hard it lifted Dick up, his body still slapping against hers. Then she looked down and saw practically her entire goddamn hand, soaking wet and fitting neatly inside her, and that was that. It was hard to separate her orgasm from the bliss that Kory had somehow summoned within her, but at some point she had to stop touching herself or it would've been too much and her body kept going. She could only describe it as a rush between her legs. It felt like she was being flooded, this incredible sensation she'd never felt before, sight she'd never seen before, as she gushed, whimpering, shuddering.
Over Dick's scratched shoulder, Kory's eyes lit up. Her splayed hands came down on Dick's ass, making him groan with the burning of the lines she'd carved in his flesh, and she pulled him inside her as far as she could and just held him there as they rocked against each other, only for a second, but it was the most erotic thing Donna had ever seen. She was sure the sight stretched her orgasm out like taffy.
Then Kory threw her head back her enough to dent the floor and her legs locked around Dick's hips and he, their unflappable, fearless leader, trained by the Batman to resist torture, cried out because Kory's entire body was at work on him, milking his cock, needing every inch of skin against her and every drop of come inside her.
As impossible as it seemed, Kory had even less self-restraint. Her head twisted this way and that in the nest of her spread-out hair, eyes flickering, mouth struggling to fit the alien words that flowed from her lips, terms of endearment and the basest descriptions of their intercourse, one and the same.
Dick was breathless, but he found the air to lower his sweaty, reddened face to Kory's ear and whisper something in it, too long and perfect to be English. Donna would've given anything to hear what it was.
The words seemed to guide Kory through her orgasm and back to him, because even when she finished shaking and screaming and grinding against him, she held on, letting him slip out of her only so he could nestle more comfortably against her body.
After long, long minutes, Kory raised her head from the arm Dick had given her as a pillow. She looked at Donna, her eyes hooded and contented. "Come."
Donna wasn't anxious. She wasn't confused. She didn't know what she was. But obediently, or perhaps like an eager child given permission, she got up, left her wet spot behind on the easy chair, and laid down beside Kory. The cool hardwood felt heavenly on her overheated skin.
Although Kory stayed entwined with Dick, melted to the point that it was hard to tell one supple muscle from another. Kory still snaked an arm out to touch Donna and keep touching her.
What was this feeling in Donna, numbing in its foreignness? This graciousness to be in her presence? Kory had always been there for Donna. She'd seen her at her worst and best and her feelings for Donna had never changed, except to grow stronger. Kory had shared joy and sorrow with her. She'd believed in Donna, so hard it'd been like armor to shield her from harm. All Donna had repaid her with was friendship. It'd been easy to believe that was all Kory wanted. Now she was with Dick, poured into him like water irrigating a desert, while Donna was an afterthought, a bypassed oasis. Seeing them together was killing her as it healed her.
She felt more than spurned love for Kory. She felt the aching wilt of potential come to nothing. Pleasures they could've shared, people they could've been. They weren't in love. Kory was happy. Donna was happy. But Donna finally understood something about Tamaran. She loved Dick, it was true, maybe even as more than a friend. But Kory was, could've been, her heart.
Fandom: Teen Titans
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,161
Characters/Pairings: Donna/Kory, Dick/Kory
Summary: Kory made love like she did everything else: without reservation and without shame.
Dick and Kory had a badass home entertainment center. Even if her place wasn't being fumigated, even if they weren't her best friends, the stereo was reason enough for Donna to come over. And Kory was reason enough to stay over. Just talking to her was like an adventure.
"You're kidding." Donna stared at Kory, who smiled in that fawning-yet-aloof way of hers. "You're saying you wouldn't go back to Tamaran if you could?"
"Correct. Tamaran was my home and I miss it dearly, but if I had never left it, I would never have met any of you." Seeing Dick was off-guard, she reached over to the couch and pulled him over to the loveseat with her. "Especially not you, my heart!"
Dick had been watching a Crime Beat news report. "What're we talking 'bout? Organs?"
Kory petted him. "I love your organ."
Donna smiled, embarrassed. Kory pulled herself away from Dick to look at her best friend.
"Donna, who do you think is cuter: Dick, or yourself?"
"Oh, Dick, definitely."
"I'm not sure. He has scars… they're more sexy than cute."
"I'm too badass to be scarred. That isn't sexy?"
"It's very sexy," Kory assured her, voice low.
***
There had been nights when Kory slipped into Donna's bed, their limbs meshing, their warmth pooled. There was something secretly thrilling about it, how it went no further, chaste and wholly unchaste at the same time. How it wasn't nonsexual, but beyond sex.
There had been days when Kory kissed Donna, as casual as she would hug or squeeze or smile, and Donna had laughed it off as if it were something like holding hands or dancing close to get a boy hot, even though she knew it went beyond that.
And then there was tonight, when Donna laid frozen in her bed, praying this was a dream and praying that she wouldn't wake, as moment by moment Kory walked from the door to the bed, pulled the covers from Donna's body, and let her lips wander Donna's bare shoulders.
Donna should've pushed her away, but her lips were too sweet, her hands too tantalizing, her fondness so real.
"Do you want this?" Kory asked anyway.
Donna shut her eyes and she stopped feeling Kory's touch. "I can't believe Dick would be okay with this."
"Ask him," Kory said, her touch again a full-court press, overwhelming in its lack of artifice or politics or bullshit. She was here because she wanted Donna; not to prove anything to herself but because it was Donna. "Later."
"Why?" Donna asked, wondering why it was so hard for her to just say she wasn't interested, wasn't a lesbian, wasn't anything like the person Kory apparently thought she was. "Dick's in the other room, if you want to… why me?"
"Because you're here." As if that explained anything. She pulled the covers back over Donna. "Very well. We can talk about it in the morning. I'll fix breakfast."
She left. Donna started wondering if she was with Dick.
***
Breakfast the next morning was awkward. Not just because of Kory's cooking. Dick had a guilty look in his eyes when he looked at Donna. She knew who he'd been with in the night.
Maybe there was a good reason she didn't stay with them that often, as nice as their penthouse was.
"You know, Batman doesn't get himself into these situations," Dick said.
Donna laughed. "Yes, I can imagine."
"Just… talk to me. You're the one who was raised by the cast of Xena, you should be more comfortable about it than me."
"Paradise Island wasn't like that. Everyone was with who they were with and loved each other for who they were and had their own content routine… it was a little like living in a really pretty retirement home, come to think of it."
Dick smiled, willing himself to be put on ease.
"So," Donna said, wiping her dry hands on her thighs, "do you… outside of… other than Kory?"
"No. I'd feel too uncomfortable. And there isn't really anyone who makes me feel the same way as Kory. It's not like we're swingers, although I'm not sure Kory would mind… it's more… Mormon-y."
Donna nodded. "Dick, the girl's crazy about you. If you ask her to, she'd give up on this whole idea…"
Dick held up his hand. "I'd like to say she's already given up everything, but she hasn't. It's been taken from her. It'd be cruel to make her give up how she expresses her love. And honestly? This hasn't come up before."
"So I'm the first?" Donna exclaimed. She wasn't sure whether to feel honored or… what.
"I've known she wasn't a monogamist, but we promised to be open and honest about our relationship. She hasn't said anything. Then, a few weeks ago, she starts leaving these little notes around talking about you… I think it's a thing back on Tamaran. Maybe she just got comfortable enough being here to… I don't know, trust us not to freak out?"
"I'm not freaking out," Donna said.
"Me neither." Dick sipped his coffee. "Kory's… amazing. If she loves someone, it's going to be someone worth loving. So… we're fairly liberal teenagers with a mature outlook on sex who should probably get some fucking-around in, just so's we have something juicy to put in our memoirs."
Donna laughed. "Well, when you put it so romantically."
"We're comfortable with it, is my point. Or we can get comfortable with it. The question now is, how do you feel about Kory?"
"I love her…" Donna left it hanging. She had meant to say 'as a friend' or 'but not like that', but she realized the half-truth in her throat. Perhaps the Tamaranian way was better, not naming it.
Dick leaned back in his chair. "Does that settle it?"
Donna changed tacks. "You really wouldn't mind, not being Kory's one and only. I thought you enjoyed being the most important person in her life?"
"The most important person in Kory's life will always be Kory. That's not a slur, but the greatest love affair will always be with ourselves. Respecting ourselves, accepting ourselves. Everyone else is just a fling." He smiled, with ease that was a little creepy. It was easy to forget he grew up in a cave.
Kory came in with the wind and the morning sun, still smelling of the plants she had watered. "Good morning!"
Donna looked up sharply. "Were you listening in on us?"
"I don't need to listen," Kory chided lovingly. "I can feel what's been said, what's been decided. It was all decided a long time ago."
"We're destined to have sex?" Donna joked.
Kory smiled at her tolerantly. "Shh. Watch." She bent to kiss Dick and he danced to the tune of it, bending under her, scooting his chair back so she had room to straddle him, room to fling his shirt away and run her hands over his chest like she was describing it to Donna.
"Kory," Dick said warningly when her hands feigned for his crotch, took his belt.
"Here. Now," she answered. Her eyes were on Donna, but there was no split in her attentions. It was like she was taking in different aspects of the same thing, lightning bolts from the same storm. "You don't have to join in, but you can be part of it."
They walked to the living room where last night the TV had blared and Donna had taken one of the final steps down the path she had chosen when she met Kory. The alien pushed Dick down on the divan and held him in place with a fingertip as she looked at Donna, her eyes faintly green through her tumbled locks of hair, like an animal with its fur up. Her words came as she shed her clothes, one inch at a time. "Donna Troy. I love you as a friend and as a sister and as a fellow warrior. Dick is my heart and my soul, but you have claimed a part of me, and I wish to give it to you freely. Take as much as you like, or refuse. It remains offered."
"I accept," Donna said, thinking on some mad level that Diana would be proud of her.
Kory stood before them both, naked, few surprises, many secrets. A thatch of curled hair over her groin, less than one might think from the luxurious mane washing down her back. A few scars her armor hid. A tattoo, small yet brash, upon the curve of her thigh.
She was beautiful. Donna had never denied it. That she was beautiful to Donna, that was the revelation. Everything after was old news, graciously expanded upon.
Kory started slow, achingly slow, certainly more patience than Donna had credited her with. As her hands toyed around at her crotch, rustling the soft hair, she kept Dick suspended with lifelines of small, inconsequential kisses. As if there were only so much of him she could take and she wanted to make it last.
Donna felt her fingernails digging into her palms. She wanted to see more. She wanted Kory to have more.
The sound of Dick's zipper going down was almost matched by the breath Dick let out, as if he was perched on the razor's edge right alongside Donna, waiting to see where their mutual friend would take them.
Kory kissed him again, longer, for real this time. At some point she grabbed his cock, but Donna couldn't tell when. She could tell when the grip become a caress, because Dick couldn't help himself. He rose up against Kory, clutching her to himself, and Kory laughed boldly as his hands laid claim to the curves of her back.
"Donna," she said through a tangle of sweaty hair, as Dick sucked at her collarbone like a lemon before a margarita. "Keep up."
For a moment, Donna didn't know what she meant. Kory showed her, taking Dick's hand and leading it to her groin, then groaning extravagantly. What Kory's prepared for him, he's more than ready to use. Donna felt more than heard Kory's moan, felt it move through her and rattle her like it was subsonic. Her hands moved between her legs of their own accord. She felt her wetness. Then, she felt more. Her gasp was small and breathy compared to Kory, but earth-shattering for her. She hadn't known it could feel so good.
Dick's lips touched Kory's breast, her heart. Her very breathing sounded contented. Kory took his face in her hands, her fingers almost white-knuckled on his skull, and kissed him some more. The way their chests billowed with the exertion, Dick's muscles rippling and Kory's soft curves undulating, made Donna dip a finger inside.
As soon as she did, Kory lolled her head softly to the side and smiled at Donna, the smile growing as she forced Dick down onto the bed, only seating him, not able to make him lie down without breaking bones, and then one majestically long leg unfurled, came down on the other side of him and she was on top of him, head craned back as if she couldn't bear to watch Dick's manhood disappear, even if it was inside her.
She bit her lip and paused, hanging poised over the base of his shaft, her nether lips spread, filled, dripping. Her body shuddered so violently it was as if she was sobbing. With his hands embedded in the mattress, Dick held himself still with self-control only a Bat could muster.
Kory made eye contact with Donna, and the Amazon realized it wasn't her fingers making her overload. It was her friend. "Go on," Kory urged breathlessly, her hand resting on Dick's chest, sliding a little on the sweat.
Donna pushed another finger inside… and Kory crashed down on her lover with an orgasmic release, her wetness pooling in the indents of Dick's physique, her voice breaking, she actually purred as her fingers clawed at her belly, almost trying to feel out where Dick was inside her.
Donna saw the game now. Two fingers were inside her already, her own even though they felt like Kory's, or maybe Dick's. A stranger's. She'd only ever used one before, sometimes a vibrator, but she'd never really been into masturbation. She'd never known it could feel so good.
A third finger entered so easily it was like cutting butter. "Yes," Kory said, desperately nodding, as overcome as Donna was. Her hips bolted into motion like a race had begun, throwing her against Dick time and time again. He tried to kiss her, but Kory was past that, below that, an animal in heat. So he just took her by the hands and spun them around and they missed the bed but hit the floor dead-center and Donna felt every inch of three goddamn fingers inside her as Dick took Kory, hard and fast, against the hardwood floor. Looking at them, you'd never have guessed that Kory could toss him around with one finger. She gave in utterly to him, or maybe to the sex.
Donna could feel Dick's eyes on her, even though he was face to face with Kory. That Gotham City sixth sense. Eyes in the back of his head. Seeing her as he watched Kory and the other way around. "It's going in. It's all going in," Dick said, voice gruff with arousal, kissing her to soften the words. He thrust in and Donna gasped, since the force of it must have taken Kory's voice away.
All of him went into Kory. Every last inch.
Kory seemed to growl and clawed at Dick's back as he worked at her – desperately, unapologetically out of control. She pulled his low-slung trousers all the way off his ass and dug her nails in there too. The pain motivated him. He went harder, just like she wanted.
"Faster, Donna!" Kory begged, commanded. "He's going to go faster!"
Four fingers. Donna could hear them going in and out, sloshing because she was that fucking wet. Her orgasm was nearing, so close she could taste it. No, that wasn't the right sense. She could see it, blanking out her vision, and hear it ringing in her ears, and feel it all through her body like a warm wet blanket, getting tighter and tighter…
"Not yet!" Kory pleaded. Her red-tipped nails were still, her hands only able to hold onto Dick's shoulders, be part of the jumbled blur of their fucking. "We're almost—" Dick hit a sweet spot, and she just had to kiss him. When their lips parted, she was panting. "All of us, together!"
"Yes," Donna breathed. "Oh yes…" Four fingers and with her other hand she felt her clit, hard and happy to be of service. Perfect. It was like everything was perfect.
Donna saw Dick's hands pulling brutally on Kory's hair, her friend's back arcing so hard it lifted Dick up, his body still slapping against hers. Then she looked down and saw practically her entire goddamn hand, soaking wet and fitting neatly inside her, and that was that. It was hard to separate her orgasm from the bliss that Kory had somehow summoned within her, but at some point she had to stop touching herself or it would've been too much and her body kept going. She could only describe it as a rush between her legs. It felt like she was being flooded, this incredible sensation she'd never felt before, sight she'd never seen before, as she gushed, whimpering, shuddering.
Over Dick's scratched shoulder, Kory's eyes lit up. Her splayed hands came down on Dick's ass, making him groan with the burning of the lines she'd carved in his flesh, and she pulled him inside her as far as she could and just held him there as they rocked against each other, only for a second, but it was the most erotic thing Donna had ever seen. She was sure the sight stretched her orgasm out like taffy.
Then Kory threw her head back her enough to dent the floor and her legs locked around Dick's hips and he, their unflappable, fearless leader, trained by the Batman to resist torture, cried out because Kory's entire body was at work on him, milking his cock, needing every inch of skin against her and every drop of come inside her.
As impossible as it seemed, Kory had even less self-restraint. Her head twisted this way and that in the nest of her spread-out hair, eyes flickering, mouth struggling to fit the alien words that flowed from her lips, terms of endearment and the basest descriptions of their intercourse, one and the same.
Dick was breathless, but he found the air to lower his sweaty, reddened face to Kory's ear and whisper something in it, too long and perfect to be English. Donna would've given anything to hear what it was.
The words seemed to guide Kory through her orgasm and back to him, because even when she finished shaking and screaming and grinding against him, she held on, letting him slip out of her only so he could nestle more comfortably against her body.
After long, long minutes, Kory raised her head from the arm Dick had given her as a pillow. She looked at Donna, her eyes hooded and contented. "Come."
Donna wasn't anxious. She wasn't confused. She didn't know what she was. But obediently, or perhaps like an eager child given permission, she got up, left her wet spot behind on the easy chair, and laid down beside Kory. The cool hardwood felt heavenly on her overheated skin.
Although Kory stayed entwined with Dick, melted to the point that it was hard to tell one supple muscle from another. Kory still snaked an arm out to touch Donna and keep touching her.
What was this feeling in Donna, numbing in its foreignness? This graciousness to be in her presence? Kory had always been there for Donna. She'd seen her at her worst and best and her feelings for Donna had never changed, except to grow stronger. Kory had shared joy and sorrow with her. She'd believed in Donna, so hard it'd been like armor to shield her from harm. All Donna had repaid her with was friendship. It'd been easy to believe that was all Kory wanted. Now she was with Dick, poured into him like water irrigating a desert, while Donna was an afterthought, a bypassed oasis. Seeing them together was killing her as it healed her.
She felt more than spurned love for Kory. She felt the aching wilt of potential come to nothing. Pleasures they could've shared, people they could've been. They weren't in love. Kory was happy. Donna was happy. But Donna finally understood something about Tamaran. She loved Dick, it was true, maybe even as more than a friend. But Kory was, could've been, her heart.
