For day two of DickBabs; Execute Week - "At the Gala."
Incredibly not safe for work.
I don't own Young Justice nor DC Comics.
"Oh goddddd!" Barbara's cry drew out against Dick's throat. "Dick, oh Dick—"
"Barbara," Dick moaned, his eyes shut tight, "Oh god, Barbara."
Her voice hit a new octave as she tilted her pelvic bone just slightly and finally hit her release — with one last thrust Dick was there with her. After a moment of mindless bliss amid gasps and spasms (her legs still around his waist and his hands on her back and hip), Dick finally help her get her feet back on the ground and reluctantly pulled out of her.
"That was …" Dick started before leaning his forehead against hers and closing his eyes. "It's like heaven."
"A … a little cheesy there, Boy Wonder," she panted and leaned back on the wall, her smile partially hidden by one of the many winter coats surrounding them. He slid it out of the way to look at her properly.
"You are … amazing," he said as he breath began to steady, "You are so goddamn good at that and you're beautiful and …" He wanted to say it. He wanted so bad to say I love you. But she was adjusting her waist sash and searching for her underwear discarded somewhere at their feet … something told him this wasn't the right time.
"What was that, Dick?" she asked absentmindedly.
"N—nothing," he replied before putting back on his suit jacket and fixing his tie.
"OK, how do I look?" she swayed a little, the emerald green gown (designed with a slit going dangerously high up her right thigh) glinting with every little movement. Her hair still a little messy from his fingers' recent desperate need to comb through it. He tucked a loose lock behind her ear.
"You look gorgeous, Babs."
She smiled and opened the door, carefully checking out the hallway to make sure the coast was clear. They walked together back towards the ballroom.
"Tim and I are going to try to go out and patrol tonight if we have time," she said casually while they were still alone, "You in?"
Before he could respond, they found themselves back at the party. The band had started playing some Sinatra — one of their favorites.
"Dance with me, Grayson?" She smiled and held out her hand, but all Dick could see was her face as he entered her. All he could hear was her voice screaming his name like it was her saving grace. And he remembered the weight of her thigh against his fingers as he propped her leg up. It all made his heart hurt.
"Always, Barbara," he said as he led her to the dance floor, "Always."