Fic: Hunter’s Moon (Diana/Selina)
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seriousficTitle: Hunter’s Moon
Fandom: DC comics
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,168
Characters/Pairings: Diana/Selina
Next Part: Hunter's Bird
Summary: Diana and Selina go hunting.
It took half the night, but Diana managed to capture the thief and recover what had been stolen from her embassy. She recognized the brigand. Catwoman, one of Bruce’s ‘rogues’. She’d never understand how he had so many “villains” who were just this side of heroes and yet never managed to redeem any of them.
The night was beautiful, a yellow moon beaming down and making Diana feel particularly feral. The Amazons had hunted on nights like these. Catwoman seemed to feel it too. She slunk about in her bonds, languidly trying to escape, to rejoin the hunt. Half in the shade of the rooftop’s air conditioning unit, she seemed to be all black, silver zippers and goggle glass passing for color.
With the golden lasso securely binding Catwoman, Diana examined what had been taken. “These are worthless,” she said. “Why’d you steal them?”
“To make you chase me,” Selina shot back. “Heard your baddies got a kiss to make it better instead of a one-way ticket to Arkham. Wanted to see if it was true.”
“You want me to rehabiliate you?” Diana asked, impressed, suspicious. Someone actually asking for help to mend their wicked ways? Too good to be true, in Man’s World.
“I want to get laid and a refugee from Lesbian Orgy Island seemed like my best bet. But if it makes you feel any better, you can scare me straight once you fuck me sideways.”
Diana glared at her, quite unamused. “Your proposal is acceptable. I will attempt to show you the error of your ways. Starting this process with sexual congress is unusual, but not unheard of.”
“What? Huh?” Selina shook her head like she had water in her ears… then blinked repeatedly as Diana stripped. Except it wasn’t like any striptease Selina had ever seen. Every stitch of cloth she removed was like a brushstroke painting a masterpiece. Selina had seen her share of hard bodies, babes, and temptresses, but Diana took her breath away. What she would’ve given for a camera as Diana finally stood before her, naked, beautiful, perfect. Her tiara and boots and bracelets accentuated her beauty more than any make-up or lingerie ever could.
“Cheetah, Silver Swan, Artemis… I find the best way to turn enemies into allies is to share yourself with them, to grow closer until they can see how simplistic and foolish the divisions that separated you truly were. Given my beauty and that of my rivals, it’s inevitable that there’s a sexual component to this. So, tell me… how would you like to start?”
What the hell. As long as she was having a wet dream, Selina figured she might as well enjoy it. She spread her legs. “What do you think?”
Diana raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you’re ready for that?”
“Do I look like a blushing bride, Amazon?”
“No. You look like an angry young woman who needs to forgive the world. And herself.” Diana knelt down in front of Selina and began to slowly tug her zipper down.
“Great. I’ve got Dr. Phil going down on me.” The zipper came down as far as it would go, around Selina’s waist, and Diana’s hands began to flourish about Selina’s bare stomach as Diana kissed the leather over Selina’s crotch. Selina thrust her hips at Diana. “Come on, come on, do I look like the kind of person who needs foreplay?”
“Are you ashamed of sex, Miss Kyle?” Diana asked as her fingers described spirals under Selina’s breasts.
“What the hell!?”
“You set yourself up as the romantic interest of a man who cannot possibly return your affection. You brazenly lay claim to your sexuality, then use it as a weapon. You approach me for sex, then evince surprise when I return your interest. Truthfully, you could have approached me on the street and I would’ve been just as amenable. And…” Diana pinched Selina’s catsuit. “You could’ve worn something more flattering.”
“Listen, you crazy bitch…”
Diana loosened the lasso enough to pull the catsuit halfway off Selina, who ranted throughout the process.
“…and I’m ashamed of sex? Which one of us can put ‘vestal virgin’ on their resume, me or you?”
“This is godly providence,” Diana declared as she sat Selina down and knelt in front of her. “Of course I should start with sex. We must teach you to enjoy sex before we can confront your other unhealthy life choices.” She tugged down Selina’s panties. “Please relax. I’ll try to be gentle with you. If you want to join in, feel free, but for now we’re going to work on your orgasm. The first step in being a healthy, happy sexual partner is to enjoy receiving pleasure; then you can move on to giving pleasure. Which is the fun part, of course, so don’t you worry about me. I am… how would you put it?... ‘getting off on this’.”
“Glad to hear it,” Selina said before she pulled at Diana’s hair. “Now start living up to the hype.”
Diana bent down to kiss Selina between the legs and Selina’s heart climbed up into her throat. The next thing she was aware of, besides what Diana was doing, was the sweat annoyingly tinkling down her forehead. She ripped off her goggles and cowl to watch Diana with her own eyes, but the sight was too much, maddening. She threw her head back and looked up at the stars, the hunter’s moon, imagined it wavered as she came.
“Did you enjoy that?” Diana asked, wiping her lips. The moonlight hit her bracelets and tiara, leaving her face mostly hidden.
“Yea… yes.”
“And what do you want to do now?”
“I want to…” Selina ran a glove through her sweaty hair. “I want to run.”
“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather come back to my place? It’s much warmer, and I could fetch you up something to eat. I get the feeling you skipped dinner.”
“I…” Selina put back on her cowl. “Yeah, I’m a little hungry.”
“Good. We can talk some more there.” Diana pulled on her suit. “And, of course, you can share my bed if you don’t want to spend the night in a loveless motel room.”
“Hotel,” Selina corrected her, breathlessly. “Very nice hotel.”
“I promise you, my place is nicer. Bigger bed.” Diana pulled Selina to her feet and zipped up her catsuit. In their proximity, Selina got a feel for just how big Diana was, how tall and powerfully-built she was. It made her feel like a little sister all over again.
Diana gave Selina a warm, not-at-all-but-actually-kinda chaste kiss on the cheek, then led her by the hand across the rooftop. They broke into a run to jump the alley between buildings and then let go of each other, Diana outpacing the cat burglar, making Selina chase her, golden lasso and whips streaming from their hips like comet tails.
Holly’s never going to believe this, Selina thought as she vaulted onto Diana’s balcony, into the princess’s arms.
Fandom: DC comics
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,168
Characters/Pairings: Diana/Selina
Next Part: Hunter's Bird
Summary: Diana and Selina go hunting.
It took half the night, but Diana managed to capture the thief and recover what had been stolen from her embassy. She recognized the brigand. Catwoman, one of Bruce’s ‘rogues’. She’d never understand how he had so many “villains” who were just this side of heroes and yet never managed to redeem any of them.
The night was beautiful, a yellow moon beaming down and making Diana feel particularly feral. The Amazons had hunted on nights like these. Catwoman seemed to feel it too. She slunk about in her bonds, languidly trying to escape, to rejoin the hunt. Half in the shade of the rooftop’s air conditioning unit, she seemed to be all black, silver zippers and goggle glass passing for color.
With the golden lasso securely binding Catwoman, Diana examined what had been taken. “These are worthless,” she said. “Why’d you steal them?”
“To make you chase me,” Selina shot back. “Heard your baddies got a kiss to make it better instead of a one-way ticket to Arkham. Wanted to see if it was true.”
“You want me to rehabiliate you?” Diana asked, impressed, suspicious. Someone actually asking for help to mend their wicked ways? Too good to be true, in Man’s World.
“I want to get laid and a refugee from Lesbian Orgy Island seemed like my best bet. But if it makes you feel any better, you can scare me straight once you fuck me sideways.”
Diana glared at her, quite unamused. “Your proposal is acceptable. I will attempt to show you the error of your ways. Starting this process with sexual congress is unusual, but not unheard of.”
“What? Huh?” Selina shook her head like she had water in her ears… then blinked repeatedly as Diana stripped. Except it wasn’t like any striptease Selina had ever seen. Every stitch of cloth she removed was like a brushstroke painting a masterpiece. Selina had seen her share of hard bodies, babes, and temptresses, but Diana took her breath away. What she would’ve given for a camera as Diana finally stood before her, naked, beautiful, perfect. Her tiara and boots and bracelets accentuated her beauty more than any make-up or lingerie ever could.
“Cheetah, Silver Swan, Artemis… I find the best way to turn enemies into allies is to share yourself with them, to grow closer until they can see how simplistic and foolish the divisions that separated you truly were. Given my beauty and that of my rivals, it’s inevitable that there’s a sexual component to this. So, tell me… how would you like to start?”
What the hell. As long as she was having a wet dream, Selina figured she might as well enjoy it. She spread her legs. “What do you think?”
Diana raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you’re ready for that?”
“Do I look like a blushing bride, Amazon?”
“No. You look like an angry young woman who needs to forgive the world. And herself.” Diana knelt down in front of Selina and began to slowly tug her zipper down.
“Great. I’ve got Dr. Phil going down on me.” The zipper came down as far as it would go, around Selina’s waist, and Diana’s hands began to flourish about Selina’s bare stomach as Diana kissed the leather over Selina’s crotch. Selina thrust her hips at Diana. “Come on, come on, do I look like the kind of person who needs foreplay?”
“Are you ashamed of sex, Miss Kyle?” Diana asked as her fingers described spirals under Selina’s breasts.
“What the hell!?”
“You set yourself up as the romantic interest of a man who cannot possibly return your affection. You brazenly lay claim to your sexuality, then use it as a weapon. You approach me for sex, then evince surprise when I return your interest. Truthfully, you could have approached me on the street and I would’ve been just as amenable. And…” Diana pinched Selina’s catsuit. “You could’ve worn something more flattering.”
“Listen, you crazy bitch…”
Diana loosened the lasso enough to pull the catsuit halfway off Selina, who ranted throughout the process.
“…and I’m ashamed of sex? Which one of us can put ‘vestal virgin’ on their resume, me or you?”
“This is godly providence,” Diana declared as she sat Selina down and knelt in front of her. “Of course I should start with sex. We must teach you to enjoy sex before we can confront your other unhealthy life choices.” She tugged down Selina’s panties. “Please relax. I’ll try to be gentle with you. If you want to join in, feel free, but for now we’re going to work on your orgasm. The first step in being a healthy, happy sexual partner is to enjoy receiving pleasure; then you can move on to giving pleasure. Which is the fun part, of course, so don’t you worry about me. I am… how would you put it?... ‘getting off on this’.”
“Glad to hear it,” Selina said before she pulled at Diana’s hair. “Now start living up to the hype.”
Diana bent down to kiss Selina between the legs and Selina’s heart climbed up into her throat. The next thing she was aware of, besides what Diana was doing, was the sweat annoyingly tinkling down her forehead. She ripped off her goggles and cowl to watch Diana with her own eyes, but the sight was too much, maddening. She threw her head back and looked up at the stars, the hunter’s moon, imagined it wavered as she came.
“Did you enjoy that?” Diana asked, wiping her lips. The moonlight hit her bracelets and tiara, leaving her face mostly hidden.
“Yea… yes.”
“And what do you want to do now?”
“I want to…” Selina ran a glove through her sweaty hair. “I want to run.”
“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather come back to my place? It’s much warmer, and I could fetch you up something to eat. I get the feeling you skipped dinner.”
“I…” Selina put back on her cowl. “Yeah, I’m a little hungry.”
“Good. We can talk some more there.” Diana pulled on her suit. “And, of course, you can share my bed if you don’t want to spend the night in a loveless motel room.”
“Hotel,” Selina corrected her, breathlessly. “Very nice hotel.”
“I promise you, my place is nicer. Bigger bed.” Diana pulled Selina to her feet and zipped up her catsuit. In their proximity, Selina got a feel for just how big Diana was, how tall and powerfully-built she was. It made her feel like a little sister all over again.
Diana gave Selina a warm, not-at-all-but-actually-kinda chaste kiss on the cheek, then led her by the hand across the rooftop. They broke into a run to jump the alley between buildings and then let go of each other, Diana outpacing the cat burglar, making Selina chase her, golden lasso and whips streaming from their hips like comet tails.
Holly’s never going to believe this, Selina thought as she vaulted onto Diana’s balcony, into the princess’s arms.
