Title: Fear and Loathing in New Gotham pt.3
Dinah didn't say anything. What could she say? Damn. She knew now why Barbara wanted to find Helena so badly. It was clear that the redhead didn't love Helena like she wanted her to and Helena knew that. Barbara would be blaming herself for Wade's death as much as Helena. If she hadn't turned the brunette away in such a state, she wouldn't have needed to talk to Quinzel and she wouldn't have been compromised. Damn.
She held the Huntress tightly, murmuring comforting sounds and words, waiting for the tears to end. No wonder she blamed herself. She was no longer comfortable being Huntress because she was no longer in control of her own actions. Even at her worst, Dinah was always confident that Helena could stop if she wanted to. But that night Helena couldn't stop. Huntress was a separate being and Helena was a prisoner in her own body.
The blonde looked down at her friend and gently eased her face away from her soaking shirt so that she could see her. The tears had subsided but the sobs continued. "Shusshh." Dinah breathed. "It's all going to be alright."
Helena lifted her hand and touched the face of the angel that held her. She traced her fingers over a covertly strong jaw and soft smooth skin. She looked into deep azure eyes and saw nothing but concern. Snaking her fingers across fine cheekbones and into silky blonde hair another sob made her body shake, but the woman still held her tight. She cradled the teens head and pulled down as she lifted slightly. Helena touched her lips to the blonde's, sharing her raspberry lip gloss and warm breath. It was too fleeting a touch as her angel pulled away.
"Helena, we shouldn't." Her voice little more than a whisper as her arms tightened.
It wasn't a no. It wasn't a disgusted separation that left her alone. "Please, Dinah. I just need to feel something other than pain. Please."
Dinah closed her eyes and bought their lips together again. It was so gentle as they moved a little. Full lips sliding against full lips. Her body began to tingle as she felt the tentative flick of a tongue barely moistening her bottom lip. Moaning involuntarily she opened her mouth and allowed entrance.
Dinah had kissed guys before but it had never felt like this. It had never been this tender and sweet. An incendiary was sparked inside of her and she cupped the other woman's damp cheeks, wiping away tears as she did so. Slipping her tongue into Helena's mouth, she encouraged the kiss to deepen.
Helena clambered to her knees. She wanted more. Kissing became a battle, tongues jousting. A bombardment of tastes and textures she had never experienced before alighted Helena's passion. Her hands came down to the edge of Dinah's tight shirt, finger's being burned by the heated skin barely exposed. She grabbed for the blonde's hips, wanting to be closer, pulling herself nearer until she was straddling Dinah as she sat with legs crossed.
She pressed herself against the feminine body, kissing passionately. She wanted more. Helena tugged at Dinah's powder pink blouse, pulling it upwards, only separating their lips to remove it completely. She threw the offending garment, not caring where it landed. Her mouth became one with Dinah's, her hands ghosting over pale flesh until her want became more and her touch became more firm.
Fingers traced the contours of lace and she had to look. Kissing the blonde, she plucked her bottom lip between gentle teeth and tugged eliciting a throaty groan. As Dinah's eyes fluttered shut Helena took the opportunity to drink in the sight. Bare skin and hidden breasts made the brunette shiver. She followed the line of sinew along Dinah's graceful neck with hooded eyes. The small indent at her throat led to an expanse of buttermilk skin and then further to a plunging V. She wanted to kiss and taste. She wanted to strip away the pretty pink bra and feel.
Helena lifted her head slowly. Her heavy lidded eyes backtracking until they came to kiss swollen lips, a delicate nose and blazing blue eyes.
Dinah swooped forward and claimed the other girl's mouth with her own. She wanted more kissing. Kissing was good. She ran her fingers from where she cupped Helena's face tangling them in messy auburn hair, down to her shoulders and along her arms until their fingers entwined. Dinah lifted their combined hands and brought them to her chest. Tentatively, she placed Helena's hands to her breasts. The slight pressure felt delicious, but she wanted more.
As nipples pushed rudely against silky fabric, Helena felt the liquid weight in her hands and brushed her thumbs over the tips. As she sucked on Dinah's tongue she brought her fingers between the globes and pushed the front opening clasp together. Helena eased the garment off of the blonde and dropped it.
Helena kneeled and took her weight off of her lover's lap. She edged Dinah down on to her back and lay on top of her.
"Wait." Dinah gasped a moment of panic as she realised what they were about to do.
Helena was only aware of the aching in her lips from where the blonde was no longer kissing her. She pressed her lips to Dinah's and felt the girl stiffen.
"Please." Helena breathed as she lifted her gaze.
Helena's gaze was longing, filled with a burning passion aimed at her. Dinah felt her body clench. Helena wanted her. She lifted her head and forced their mouths together. Heat exploded inside her belly as her breath caught fire. It was too much, too fast. She felt as though she was going to pass out.
Gently, Dinah pushed against Helena's chest. She could feel the erratic heart beat beneath her palm as their lips separated.
Helena whimpered.
"Slow down." Dinah whispered. "I want to be able to feel … all of this." She watched as the other woman gave a dazed nod. Their lips met again.
Helena moved so that she was now only half covering the blonde. Her body stretched along the length of the other woman, her leg between Dinah's, her hand on her waist.
Their kissing became slower more a devotion to learning than the ardent frenzy it had been.
Her finger's brailed Dinah's body, finding the sweet spots that elicited sounds of pleasure. As their mutual need for more became evident, Helena replaced her exploring fingers with her mouth. Moist kisses discovered new terrain as lips petted her bosom.
Dinah arched in to the brunette's willing mouth as a tongue circled her nipples alternatively. She was so hot, ready to explode from the kisses alone. She wanted more.
With Helena suckling her breast, Dinah reached out and grabbed for the other woman's tank top. She pulled and tugged until Helena stopped what she was doing and tore the shirt from her own body. As the older woman's mouth returned to her painfully erect nipples, Dinah removed Helena's bra.
It was the first time that she had ever touched another woman's breasts, they felt strange to her. Helena's breasts were warm and soft. The nipples pebbled to her touch and it brought a smirk to her lips to think that she did that to Helena. Dinah massaged the heated globes as Helena started to suck on her neck. She could feel the other woman move so that she was straddling her again. She could feel Helena move against her, rubbing their bodies together. She couldn't help the groan that escaped her throat.
Helena moved downwards, unceremoniously slipping her breasts from Dinah's hands. She plunged her tongue into the other woman's navel; her finger's dipping into the waistband of her pants teasing the button. Helena looked up in to clouded azure eyes, waiting for permission to go further.
Dinah gave a short nod and screwed her eyes together as Helena unfastened her jeans and pulled them and her panties down.
Helena stood at the end of the bed with the last of Dinah's clothes in her hand. Her breathing became ragged as she slid her eyes up the length of her body. She was somewhat startled by the look of panic in the other woman's eyes. She noticed as Dinah tried to cover herself with her hands and Helena realised that she was nervous about being naked in front of someone who was so obviously enjoying the view. She dropped Dinah's clothes and raced to remove her own pants and panties, kicking them off her feet as they hit her ankles. Slowly, she crawled back on to the bed. She watched as Dinah's eyes and fingertips skirted over every inch of her body, only then did she feel comfortable about continuing.
Helena gave Dinah a lingering kiss before trailing her tongue back down the nubile blonde's body. She searched out some of those sweet spots she had found earlier much to the other woman's delight, before she kissed a trail across the frosting of golden pubic hair.
Dinah threw her head back into the pillow as Helena licked the length of her labia. She had never had the pleasure of a woman's mouth on her sex and it was like nothing she had ever felt. Even the slightest flick of a tongue drove Dinah closer to the edge.
Dinah tasted so much like warmed honey on Helena's tongue that she groaned and the vibrations in turn made the blonde grind against her face. Helena gave another long lick, gathering all of the sweet juices. Then the brunette gave Dinah's erect clitoris a quick kiss before she sucked two of her fingers into her mouth, making sure they were nice and wet. Gently, she eased a single finger inside of the blonde. Rubbing backwards and forwards, she felt the tight squeeze of flesh surrounding her. Helena gave Dinah's clit another pass with her tongue as thighs pressed firmly around her head and she could no longer hear the other woman's moans over the sound of blood rushing in her ears. She fastened her lips around the excited bundle of nerves and sucked as she pushed in another finger.
Dinah bucked against her lover, the sensations too much. One last thrust of fingers and flicker of tongue sent Dinah free-falling in to blackness.
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Helena lay staring at the beautiful woman asleep by her side. Dinah had selflessly let her partake in the pleasures of sex and she would be eternally grateful. She felt something other than disgust and pain. Her body hummed with the post-coital tingles. She knew that Dinah had never slept with a woman before, it was apparent from her initial awkwardness, but there was a first time for everyone.
Helena Kyle slipped onto her back and looked up at the speckled ceiling. Her fingers played against her ribs as she thought over the experience. Dinah wasn't Barbara but she had been a distraction. Helena remembered all of the kissing and wondered if Barbara would be so enthused by the heavy petting. It had been like a killer make-out session, one that she would always remember. Helena thought of how perfectly soft Dinah's skin was and wondered how Barbara's slightly marred skin would feel. She thought of how sweet the blonde had tasted and wondered how Barbara would taste. She wondered if Barbara would feel so tight around her fingers.
Dinah had been really snug Helena thought … even when she only had one finger inside of her.
The brunette's brows knitted in consternation as she flipped back onto her side and contemplated the blonde. "Oh fuck." Helena breathed … and there had been blood.