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oxoniensis's Porn Battle. Significantly edited from that version.
Title: The Magic Word
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Barbara Gordon / Helena Bertinelli
Warnings: femslash, no spoilers.
Summary: "Please?"
Fandom & Prompt: Birds of Prey, Barbara/Helena, chair
Disclaimer: The characters herein do not belong to me.
"No," Barbara said, perfectly clearly despite her teeth in Helena's ear.
"Fuck," Helena grunted, much more thickly. Her thighs burned, soreness radiating up her hips into her back; it was just like the end of a really good night but with Barbara added, naked between Helena's thighs, her spunky yellow strap-on vibrating maddeningly. Babs sat with Helena sitting on her, her hands folded around the edges of the chair seat; only the roughness of her quick breaths and the tingle of her hard nipples against Helena's breasts made her voice different from when she snapped orders over the comm, and that difference was everything.
"C'mon." The chair back slippery under her sweaty palms, Helena clutched it a little harder, wiggling her hips in a circle. Movement just made the buzzing toy inside her worse and better and her clit throbbed like it might explode, until she shuddered and gasped. "Dammit, let me."
Barbara tugged Helena's ear with her wicked, brightly sharp teeth. "No."
"Fuck you," Helena muttered, and got in exactly one great, deep, thrusting bounce before Barbara's hard hands pressed hot dents into her hips, holding them still. "Fucking cacasenna, fucking let me..."
Barbara closed her lips around the bite on Helena's ear, sucking gently before letting go, and Helena groaned into a wail, arching her neck as Barbara's mouth slid soft down the side of her throat. Hard teeth on the tendon, wet tongue slicking the scrape, and Helena heard herself cursing and felt the chair shaking and, oh God, her face was wet, she never cried. Helena never cried, but something was jolting loose within her, shivering up from the buzzing toy, shuddering down from Barbara's mouth on her pulse, gathering quivers in her lungs making her voice shake like something scared and weak as she begged, "Please?"
Barbara smiled against the wet skin of Helena's throat, her pointy nose drawing a line fine as a cut as she pulled back. "Yes," she whispered, breath puffing warm. "Go ahead."
Helena was already moving, Barbara's hands on her hips pushing her onward now as she fucked herself on the buzzing dildo, harder and harder. "Come on, Helena," Barbara murmured softly in her ear, and Helena could hear her clearly despite the wet slap of their thighs, through her own groans. "Come on, come for me."
Helena wanted to curse, wanted to laugh, wanted to shriek. Just as she took a deep breath it hit, pleasure shuddering up through her as if she would fragment into individual molecules, and what shook free was a deep and wracking sob, her lungs clenching, her throat burning. She couldn't shut her mouth, she couldn't keep anything in; Barbara hummed in her ear, noise too soft to be a word, too fucking soothing for Helena to bear it, as sob after sob tore out of her until she shivered to a stop. She fell hard onto Barbara's thighs, her shaking hands slipping off the chair, clenching into fists; Barbara's arms came up around her, warm and gentle, as Helena pressed her face to Barbara's shoulder, soft skin over muscle, and cried through several deep aftershocks.
Eventually, she gasped and sniffled to a stop, raised her head and smudged a hand across her wet face. She probably looked like hell, but Babs had seen her looking worse, and when she smiled Helena did too. "Hello there," Barbara said, gently pushing Helena's hair back from where it stuck to her cheeks.
"Hey," Helena muttered, ducking her head again. Barbara had already turned the vibrator off, and it was a little twingy now; Helena planted her feet and stood up off it, her nipples crackling almost painfully as they dragged against Barbara's damp skin, her thighs twitching as they took her weight. "Uh." She let herself have one more moment before she looked up again, and now Barbara was grinning like she did after really fun cracking or a two-on-one spar. "Thanks, Boss," Helena muttered.
Barbara was too goddamn pretty when she smiled like that, and Helena knew she knew it. "Anytime, bellissima," she replied, kissing Helena's cheek lightly as Helena got the shakes under control, tucked her arms under Barbara, and picked her up.
oxoniensis's Porn Battle. Significantly edited from that version.Title: The Magic Word
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Barbara Gordon / Helena Bertinelli
Warnings: femslash, no spoilers.
Summary: "Please?"
Fandom & Prompt: Birds of Prey, Barbara/Helena, chair
Disclaimer: The characters herein do not belong to me.
"No," Barbara said, perfectly clearly despite her teeth in Helena's ear.
"Fuck," Helena grunted, much more thickly. Her thighs burned, soreness radiating up her hips into her back; it was just like the end of a really good night but with Barbara added, naked between Helena's thighs, her spunky yellow strap-on vibrating maddeningly. Babs sat with Helena sitting on her, her hands folded around the edges of the chair seat; only the roughness of her quick breaths and the tingle of her hard nipples against Helena's breasts made her voice different from when she snapped orders over the comm, and that difference was everything.
"C'mon." The chair back slippery under her sweaty palms, Helena clutched it a little harder, wiggling her hips in a circle. Movement just made the buzzing toy inside her worse and better and her clit throbbed like it might explode, until she shuddered and gasped. "Dammit, let me."
Barbara tugged Helena's ear with her wicked, brightly sharp teeth. "No."
"Fuck you," Helena muttered, and got in exactly one great, deep, thrusting bounce before Barbara's hard hands pressed hot dents into her hips, holding them still. "Fucking cacasenna, fucking let me..."
Barbara closed her lips around the bite on Helena's ear, sucking gently before letting go, and Helena groaned into a wail, arching her neck as Barbara's mouth slid soft down the side of her throat. Hard teeth on the tendon, wet tongue slicking the scrape, and Helena heard herself cursing and felt the chair shaking and, oh God, her face was wet, she never cried. Helena never cried, but something was jolting loose within her, shivering up from the buzzing toy, shuddering down from Barbara's mouth on her pulse, gathering quivers in her lungs making her voice shake like something scared and weak as she begged, "Please?"
Barbara smiled against the wet skin of Helena's throat, her pointy nose drawing a line fine as a cut as she pulled back. "Yes," she whispered, breath puffing warm. "Go ahead."
Helena was already moving, Barbara's hands on her hips pushing her onward now as she fucked herself on the buzzing dildo, harder and harder. "Come on, Helena," Barbara murmured softly in her ear, and Helena could hear her clearly despite the wet slap of their thighs, through her own groans. "Come on, come for me."
Helena wanted to curse, wanted to laugh, wanted to shriek. Just as she took a deep breath it hit, pleasure shuddering up through her as if she would fragment into individual molecules, and what shook free was a deep and wracking sob, her lungs clenching, her throat burning. She couldn't shut her mouth, she couldn't keep anything in; Barbara hummed in her ear, noise too soft to be a word, too fucking soothing for Helena to bear it, as sob after sob tore out of her until she shivered to a stop. She fell hard onto Barbara's thighs, her shaking hands slipping off the chair, clenching into fists; Barbara's arms came up around her, warm and gentle, as Helena pressed her face to Barbara's shoulder, soft skin over muscle, and cried through several deep aftershocks.
Eventually, she gasped and sniffled to a stop, raised her head and smudged a hand across her wet face. She probably looked like hell, but Babs had seen her looking worse, and when she smiled Helena did too. "Hello there," Barbara said, gently pushing Helena's hair back from where it stuck to her cheeks.
"Hey," Helena muttered, ducking her head again. Barbara had already turned the vibrator off, and it was a little twingy now; Helena planted her feet and stood up off it, her nipples crackling almost painfully as they dragged against Barbara's damp skin, her thighs twitching as they took her weight. "Uh." She let herself have one more moment before she looked up again, and now Barbara was grinning like she did after really fun cracking or a two-on-one spar. "Thanks, Boss," Helena muttered.
Barbara was too goddamn pretty when she smiled like that, and Helena knew she knew it. "Anytime, bellissima," she replied, kissing Helena's cheek lightly as Helena got the shakes under control, tucked her arms under Barbara, and picked her up.
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Date: 2008-08-05 02:37 pm (UTC)There seems to be an extraordinary amount of DC femslash about at the moment...
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Date: 2008-08-06 01:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-05 03:57 pm (UTC)Thank you.
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Date: 2009-04-01 01:08 am (UTC)"Thanks, Boss," Helena muttered.
That was great, made me snort. ^_^ Is it wrong that I also found this super cute?
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Date: 2009-04-02 12:33 pm (UTC)