Chapter Seven - Conversations
Shayera's first move was to find Diana. Flash was right when he said they needed to talk. She could not, and would not, continue to love and be with two men at the same time. A decision was necessary even though she knew she would hurt someone. She knocked on the door of Diana's room.
The Amazon appeared shortly after, still drowsy and surprised by the morning visit. Shayera did not wait for an invitation, and entered the room. Her worried gaze said she needed help. The door closed behind her, and she told Diana everything.
There was nothing to lie about, she needed the help of the other woman. So she talked about the two nights she was with Wally, how much she felt in his arms, but she also said she did not want to hurt John. She felt trapped. She knew she could not stay with them, but did not have the power to decide at the moment either.
"I still don't understand how I can help, Shayera." Diana said after hearing the whole story.
Shayera paced back and forth. Her hands shook and her stomach turned.
"I need to talk to Wally, and it can't be in my room or in his. I don't want to fall into temptation. Not until it solved."
"So you want to talk to him here?" She nodded, and Diana sighed. "All right, all right. When?"
Shayera shrugged.
"This evening."
"By me, it's okay."
She let out a sigh of relief. At least the first step to resolve was given. No matter what she chose, she would accept the consequences as the adult she was. And hoped that the men of her life would also accept her decisions.
It was agreed that they met later in Diana's room. Flash just had to agree, after all, it was necessary. Shayera was not calm, but she was determined. She liked him, and his hopes wanted the girl to say she wanted only him. So, why did that little voice in the back of his mind scream that things would be different?
The food stack served as the speedster's hiding place in the cafeteria. Hidden in the mountain of food he had for himself, he could think better.
"It's strange to see you silent and alone." The female voice woke him from his reverie. He looked up at the smiling face. "Hi."
Flash frowned as he recognized Vixen's figure. John's ex-girlfriend never exchanged more than half a dozen words with him at a time. And she was never the one to talk. Why did she talk to him?
"Hi, Vixen. I heard you came back."
"Yeah, I'm here." She picked up one of the breads on the Flash tray. "I've also heard some interesting rumors about you."
He swallowed. Vixen calmly bit the bread, amused by the speedster's sudden dread. For her, the hero was a fool, without great qualities as a man. She did not understand what Shayera saw in him. However, she did not care. With luck, the redheads would be together and she would have John for herself.
When he made a move to get up, she held his arm, smiling. It was not good, he thought.
"Calm down. I'm not here to judge you."
"No?" He said curiously.
"No. By the way, if you keep her, I have the way with John. I still like him. Maybe we could help."
Flash blinked a few times, trying to understand the proposal. It would be good, but it would not be fair. If Shayera chose him, it would be by merit, not a frame. He loved her so much he would accept it if she eventually decided to stay with John. Even if it left his heart in the process. So he shook his head in denial, leaving Vixen perplexed.
"Sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about. Even if it were known, the answer would be no. I won't play your game, even if the consequences are not pleasant."
Then he left. Vixen let out a few grunts. And she thought it would be easy.
Shayera sought out John in all League and none of it. Finally, almost to the point of giving up, she headed for their room. She found him in his Green Lantern uniform, ready to leave. The look of anger returned to his place when he saw her, but the look he received from her calmed him a little.
She took a few steps forward and reached for him, but she did not touch him. John folded his arms, waiting.
"I'm sorry, John." She started. "I should have explained myself, and not come out like that."
"It's okay." But she knew it was not. She could feel the grudge in his voice. "I also want to apologize for ... all I did ..."
"I'm the wrong one here, John."
"We both made mistakes, we will rub rubber over everything and start over. What do you say?"
John would not say out loud what he did. He avoided thinking about what happened last night. It was his fault. Maybe that's why he did not want Shayera's explanations.
"I trust you, Shayera."
Her heart sank with the statement. She did not deserve it. Not even. She did not catch John's approach in time. When she realized it, he put his lips to hers. Surprised with affection, she refused at first, but at some point came to correspond. When they parted, he smiled.
"I love you, Shayera."
The redhead opened her mouth to speak, but the words simply did not go away. She just nodded with a nod. If it was Wally in front of her, the words would flow better.
"I'm sorry about that, John, but I have to go."
More than quickly, she fled the room and the presence of her husband for the second time that day.
Flash ignored the look Diana threw at him as she left the room. Shayera was already there, and Diana would wait outside to give them privacy. Flash removed the mask, revealing his face. Alone, they stared at each other for some time. It was strange, it seemed that they should bow to a complimenting kiss, yet they did not. Tension vibrated around them.
The silence stretched out as they stared at each other. Shayera had the same guilty look as him. He sighed, his mind full. This was the woman he loved, yet he knew she was married. And with his best friend, to complete. Wrong was little to describe.
Already Shayera, she wanted both the man in front of her. Her best friend for so long. Now she could hardly think, thinking only of the innumerable ways of sharing pleasure. She could not stand it any longer, so she threw herself into his arms, pulling him into a long kiss.
Wally accepted the kisses and caresses, pinning her to the wall. His hands danced in her red hair, trying to hold them together. The little awareness that had reminded them that they were in Diana's room. So they let go, trying to calm their breath.
"God, Wally! I can't keep up a normal conversation with you! If we stayed together, would not we talk?"
He chuckled.
"Does that mean you can stay with me?"
She nodded. Yes, she was about to lose her sobriety to be with him.
"If you'll give me some time to think, maybe. I just can't do it now." She started to push him toward the door. She gave him a quick seal against the door. "I'm going to be in your room in five minutes."
Wally laughed a little more before being thrown out of the room. Diana raised an eyebrow, but he just blinked at her, showing his tongue. A second later he was out. A moment later Shayera appeared, trying to straighten her hair and her clothes.
"What about the conversation?" As if it was not obvious they did not talk. "Shayera?"
"Thank you very much for lending your room, Diana. I think we're finally settled."
"May I know your decision?"
"No, not now. I really need to go."
The redhead walked calmly, taking a few seconds to disappear into the corridor, following in the same direction as Wally. Diana let out a heavy sigh, shaking her head.
"Oh, no, Shayera ..."
"Speaking alone?"
Diana smiled, recognizing the owner of that male voice. Batman was there, passing casually down the hall. Did he get some of the conversation? If he did, he did not signal. Diana shrugged, trying not to think about Shayera's problems.
Not five minutes passed and the redheads were already in each other's arms. As soon as the bedroom door closed, Wally lifted Shayera, who clamped her legs around his waist. She had her back pressed against the solid wall, which bothered her wings a little. But she did not have to say anything. Without breaking the kiss, Wally carried her to the bed.
He began to strip her of clothes, at the same time gentle and hurried. Her body reacts quickly to physical contact. In a short time they lost each other again ...
Wally held her, his face buried in her neck. Shayera did not know how long they stayed that way, however, her mind wandered away. She loved Wally, and it was amazing to be with him. However, there was John as well. Her feelings for him fluttered, but John did not deserve her betrayal. She was a terrible wife. John did not deserve it.
Her body shook beneath him. The heart sinking with the sudden certainty that took over her being. Wally lifted his face from the curve of her neck. He gave a half smile, almost ashamed. He stepped out from inside her and fell down.
"I did not mean to choke you. I just like your scent after made love."
She tried to smile, but she felt the hot tear trickle down her face. Even in the half light, Wally realized. He touched her face, wiping away the tears that followed.
"Hey, it's okay, Shay. What's the problem?"
"We can't go on with this, Wally." Her words caught him by surprise. "Better stop while there's still time."
Oh, really, Shayera? I refuse to leave things that way. It is not the best decision.
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