Author: Kathryne, chastity_daze@hotmail.com
Summary: A moment in Barbara's kitchen.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to DC. Story belongs to me.
Written March 2001 for one of Darklady's slash challenges to write a 150 word fic using one or more of the following lines from JLA 176, 1980: "What you're planning is foolish - a result of masculine pride."; "He's so trusting... so naive."; "I must be a better kisser than I thought."; "Our heroes have reached and passed a climax."; "This ( .......... ) can make any man's dreams... a reality."; "You care. You love. That makes you human."; "He dares not answer, for he dares not dream what ( ......... ) says is true."
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Dinah Lance isn't a woman who should be without love.
She's perfectly capable alone, of course, but some essential spark is always lacking. Sitting in my kitchen, watching her talk about Green Arrow, I can see missing from her eyes that lost part of herself.
Those eyes dart away from mine, brimming with tears, and I feel myself overwhelmed with the depth of my caring for this woman. Reaching out to wipe away her tears, I catch her face in my hands and draw her close for a passionate kiss.
I must be a better kisser than I thought, for when she eventually pulls away she is flushed hot, her breathing harsh with desire. "Barbara," she whispers, and the sound of my name in her throaty voice sends a chill through my body.
As she moves in to kiss me again, I catch a glimpse of her eyes. They glow with an intense fire, and something in them looks... complete.