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Femslash Ficlet #15: DC Comics, Rated Hard R
This is so cheating, and ever so much fun to write, and is based on 'High As My Heart"
She's just as beautiful as when she was a man, and just as unconscious of it. Kory lies in Dick's bed, watching her shimmying into the Nightwing suit, looking rather like a short-haired, pugnacious and scarred version of Donna. Dick stomps, mutters and wiggles as she tries to fit a frame that's two inches shorter and curvier in the hips into the same tight armor.
Kory, for her part, is just watching, with occasional giggles. Dick bounces as if that'll make her new curves settle into the suit; what it does is make her hair flop and her breasts and bottom jiggle appetizingly, and Kory really wants to reach over. But Dick's determined, determined to do something today besides stay in bed with Kory, determined to patrol as Nightwing despite currently being female. Kory would like to think it's because she's treating the change as lightly as it really deserves, but in honesty she knows Dick better than that.
Even so. Dick curses, stripping off the tights and yanking off the top, and flings them across the room. She dives into the closet, rummaging with head down and rounded behind in the air, muscles moving sleekly as ever beneath soft skin, and Kory has to press her palms to the rumpled sheets to keep from reaching over and dragging Dick back into bed. "Where is it--- here. I haven't worn this one in awhile, but--" Dick pulls on an old top, the first design, with the high collar that framed a long biteable neck. "It's a little flashy for Bludhaven, but-- Kory! I thought--"
Dick is sputtering, because Kory's holding her in midair, nuzzling her plump breasts peeking over the v-neck of the top, tracing the valley of her strong back down to her sweetly rounded behind. But then, Dick has always had a sweetly rounded behind. "Kory, I should be-- oh, god--" Kory squeezes with both hands, settling Dick beneath her into the bed. The top strips off one-handed as quickly as it ever did; Kory licks a slick scar curved across Dick's breast, sucks hard on her crinkled nipple, and Dick's breath catches on the cry she insists on holding back. Dick gasps, "I really-- I should--" as Kory nips a trail of kiss-marks up over her collarbone, and when she presses teeth lightly into the sweetly salty arch of throat Dick groans in the same lovely arpeggio as always, half an octave higher.
She's just as beautiful as when she was a man, and just as unconscious of it. Kory lies in Dick's bed, watching her shimmying into the Nightwing suit, looking rather like a short-haired, pugnacious and scarred version of Donna. Dick stomps, mutters and wiggles as she tries to fit a frame that's two inches shorter and curvier in the hips into the same tight armor.
Kory, for her part, is just watching, with occasional giggles. Dick bounces as if that'll make her new curves settle into the suit; what it does is make her hair flop and her breasts and bottom jiggle appetizingly, and Kory really wants to reach over. But Dick's determined, determined to do something today besides stay in bed with Kory, determined to patrol as Nightwing despite currently being female. Kory would like to think it's because she's treating the change as lightly as it really deserves, but in honesty she knows Dick better than that.
Even so. Dick curses, stripping off the tights and yanking off the top, and flings them across the room. She dives into the closet, rummaging with head down and rounded behind in the air, muscles moving sleekly as ever beneath soft skin, and Kory has to press her palms to the rumpled sheets to keep from reaching over and dragging Dick back into bed. "Where is it--- here. I haven't worn this one in awhile, but--" Dick pulls on an old top, the first design, with the high collar that framed a long biteable neck. "It's a little flashy for Bludhaven, but-- Kory! I thought--"
Dick is sputtering, because Kory's holding her in midair, nuzzling her plump breasts peeking over the v-neck of the top, tracing the valley of her strong back down to her sweetly rounded behind. But then, Dick has always had a sweetly rounded behind. "Kory, I should be-- oh, god--" Kory squeezes with both hands, settling Dick beneath her into the bed. The top strips off one-handed as quickly as it ever did; Kory licks a slick scar curved across Dick's breast, sucks hard on her crinkled nipple, and Dick's breath catches on the cry she insists on holding back. Dick gasps, "I really-- I should--" as Kory nips a trail of kiss-marks up over her collarbone, and when she presses teeth lightly into the sweetly salty arch of throat Dick groans in the same lovely arpeggio as always, half an octave higher.
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This was the perfect piece to read first thing this morning - it's hot and very sweet and I'm crushing on your Kory with her big, big heart more than ever.
She dives into the closet, rummaging with head down and rounded behind in the air, muscles moving sleekly as ever beneath soft skin, and Kory has to press her palms to the rumpled sheets to keep from reaching over and dragging Dick back into bed.
I'm glad she finally let herself go. :D
Dick makes, of course, a gorgeous and wonderful girl.
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Oh, wait. *grin*
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I have no idea what you might be talking about. None.
*wiggles happily*