The brunette ate her lunch happily at the kitchen table with Dinah next to her. It was still hard to walk, the sound had affected her balance. The blonde had helped her get to the kitchen. She'd always hated to be helped, but this time she didn't care. There was an incredible joy inside her.

Barbara had opened her heart to her.

She loved her.

For the first time in her life, she thought those poets that wrote about love were not as stupid as she'd always thought. Now she understood phrases like 'my heart sings when I see you' or 'I'm walking in heaven when I take your hand.'

The redhead had been so sweet with her and, after cuddling a few minutes before going to work, they'd talked. The best part was discovering she had been jealous of Reese and Josie all that time. She didn't want to let her go, but the redhead had an important meeting with the principal of the school. Afterwards, she slept almost all morning, soundly, surrounded by Barbara's scent still on her bed.

She chewed on a piece of beef. She almost spit it across the room after Alfred made a joke. The elevator 'ding' announced Barbara's arrival to the ClockTower. She felt her heart jump inside her chest. But she controlled herself, so as to not show anything to the teen and the butler. She needed to talk about it with Barbara first.

"Hi all," the redhead greeted, wheeling inside the kitchen.

"Good afternoon, Miss Barbara," the old butler said.

"Hi, Barbara." Dinah poked a piece of meat with her fork.

The redhead looked at the brunette, she really was beautiful, she loved her. Her smile was electric, she had been extremely happy all day, with a great joy inside her chest that she couldn't hide, and checking the clock every five minutes waiting for the time that she could return home and see her. It was not going to be easy, she needed to learn a lot about her new relationship, but this time she was not going to push her feelings to the side.

"Hi, Hel." She put her hand behind the brunette's neck and pulled her against her to kiss her softly on her lips and turned as if she had done it everyday.

Helena, stunned, stared at her lover; she had kissed her in front of everyone? Now that was the weirdest ever. She looked in trepidation at Dinah and Alfred, waiting for their response, without knowing what to think.

Alfred chuckled and turned to find a plate for the older woman and Dinah smiled, she was happy for them both, Barbara had overcome all her fears and finally made the decision to follow her heart. Helena stared at her without believing what was happening. Now what was she supposed to do?

"How do you feel?" Barbara smiled, stopping the wheelchair next to her and picking up a napkin.

"…Great…" Helena cleared her throat, gulping.

"She is doing pretty well." Alfred said, "She slept almost all day."

The young woman used to sleep so much after a hard day. Barbara imagined it was part of her healing system.

"That's good," she said. "I'm glad you're here. Your balance is better, Hel?" the redhead took a sip of water, amused at the reaction of the young woman.

"Huh?... Well… more or less... Dinah helped me get in here."

"I think that tomorrow you will be okay."

"Yeah… well, she can take me to my place in the car tonight," the brunette said.

"No, I'd prefer you to stay here tonight." The butler gave her a plate with spaghetti. "Thanks, Alfred."

"I told her that," Dinah explained, "but you know Helena."

"I want to check your eardrums tonight and tomorrow morning and check your reflexes," Barbara explained, taking her fork. "I don't want you patrolling until I'm sure you're all right."

"Smart decision." Alfred smiled.

"So, we have a free night?" the teen asked. "I want to go to the movies."

"Sure, I need to work on the Delphi and Helena can rest, and to be sure…" She pulled a plastic bag from her hand bag.

"What is that?" the teen asked, looking at it curiously.

"I rented some of Helena's favorite movies. I thought she might enjoy it."

"I hope it's not any of those stupid horror movies she loves." Dinah lifted her brow.

"Oh no…" Barbara showed her a box and read the title "This one sounds interesting 'Night of the Day of the Dawn of the Son of the Bride of the Return of the Revenge of the Terror of the Attack of the Evil, Mutant, Hellbound, Flesh-Eating Subhumanoid Zombified Living Dead, Part 3'. "

Helena spat her coke.

"What is that?" Dinah laughed.

"The title of a horror movie, black and white, 2005."

"Are you joking?" Helena took the box looked at it. " 'Independent New Jersey filmmaker Jim Riffel has redubbed The Brain That Wouldn't Die, a campy, low-budget exploitation film released by AIP in 1962. His new film, which he claims cost $99 to produce, is awkwardly titled Night of the Day of the Dawn of the Son of the Bride of the Return of the Revenge of the Terror of the Attack of the Evil, Mutant, Alien, Flesh-Eating, Hellbound, Crawling, Zombified, Living-Dead Part 3."

"I'll pass." Dinah waved her hands.

" 'Freaks', 1932"" Barbara said, pulling another movie from the bag. "Early horror-film master Tod Browning gathered a cast of real-life sideshow performers for this creepy film about a group of "freaks" who get revenge on the evil, attractive characters."

"That one sounds great," Alfred offered.

"You have got to be joking." The teen glared at her guardian.

"I want to start with 'Freaks'," Helena said happily.

The blonde rolled her eyes. She was definitely going out to the movies.

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The redhead read the last thing she had typed on the screen. The equation seemed to be okay. She pressed the enter button and the screen filled with numbers and data. A smaller window on the screen read 'searching'.

Opening her heart to Helena and sharing her feelings made her feel free and extremely happy. Helena was an enigmatic woman in many ways, dark, rude, but incredibly sweet when she let people look inside of her, with an incredible need for love and so much to love to give.

Remembering the events of the night before, she couldn't avoid feeling a shiver running through her spine when she remembered that man over the brunette, trying to take advantage of her, touching her...

She closed her eyes, feeling the same anger she'd felt in that moment. She usually never lost control, but this time it was impossible to control herself. The brunette's complete helplessness, plus the tension not knowing if she could rescue her in time, had sent her into a frenzy. Luckily, they were able to save her. She'd checked the unconscious brunette when they'd returned to the Tower.

Afterwards, Dinah had helped her move Helena to her bedroom. She kept a vigil on the young woman, she had almost lost her, and now, life had given her another opportunity. She was not going to lose it. She was going to fight against all societal rules and everyone for Helena. She had been her first enemy in their relationship, denying her own feelings, but now, she had the courage to accept it and to fight for her. To keep Helena's love.

She smiled to herself, remembering the brunette's reaction to her confession and attentions that morning. She stretched her arms.

"I thought you would like this." Alfred appeared, putting a tray of coffee next to her.

"You read my mind."

"My pleasure, Miss Barbara. Do you need anything else before I leave for the night?"

"No, thanks, it's okay," she said, taking a sip of coffee.

"Good night." He smiled and stepped back.

"Alfred? "The redhead turned her head to him.

"Yes, Miss Barbara?"

"I wanted to thank you," she said softly.

"Thank me?" He raised his brow.

"You didn't ask anything…" she lowered her gaze shyly "…about Helena and me."

"Well, it was something that was just about time."

The redhead was shocked. "Just about time?"

"Yes." He smiled. "For you to discover you share her feelings."

"Alfred…" she frowned, "What are you…?"

"Well, the only ones that didn't notice your feelings for her were you and her," he noticed she was blushing, "and I'm glad you had the courage to accept your feelings for her and try. I wish you the best."

She took his hand in hers. "Thank so much. You are a great friend."

"I know." He smirked and walked toward the elevator. "I suggest you go rest and keep an eye on Miss Helena. She asked me for a bowl of ice cream. You know what sugar does to kids."

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Helena still wondered if she wasn't dreaming; Barbara had been attentive to her all day. Wheeling in sometimes to keep an eye on her and ask her how she felt, greeting her with a kiss, and not caring if Dinah or Alfred was near. And they seemed to accept it happily. She spent the afternoon in the living room watching TV, attentive and cuddling with her. She definitely liked being the center of her attention. She had been with her until late, when Barbara had moved to work at the Delphi and she went lie on the bed.

She felt drunk, surrounded Barbara's scent and the softness of the sheets; she was surely very tired because she had fallen deeply asleep. Dreams with Barbara were always pleasant dreams. Erotic. Her nude, next to her, touching, teasing, tasting.

The excitement was so powerful in the younger woman that she awoke abruptly, totally aroused and breathing heavily.

"Hel? Are you okay?" Barbara's sleepy voice asked from behind her. "Are your ear drums still hurting?

Helena blinked, she was in Barbara's bedroom, dawn was visible through the window. She had fallen so deeply asleep last night that she didn't realize when the redhead returned to her room. The feeling of a warm body behind her, with an elegant arm wrapped around her waist was wonderful… but not the best in her excited state

"Yeah…" she swallowed, "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up. I'm okay."

Barbara smiled and moved closer, kissing her shoulder, "What movie did you watch yesterday?"

Uh… that pressure against her back had been electric. Feeling her so close wasn't helping control the warm heat between her legs. The redhead's hand was on her waist, tracing gentle circles on her bare stomach.

"Repulsion," she mumbled, feeling her eyes morphing between normal and feline. "First Roman Polansky film project: Catherine Devenue had the title role."

Barbara couldn't restrain herself, Helena's skin of was soft, but firm, she wondered how it would taste. The light of the moon filled the room. Her neck was beautiful

"Catherine Deneuve?" Barbara moved her lips toward her neck.

"Yeah," Helena closed her eyes, trying to regain control. Well, that was definitely turning her on. She shifted her legs under the covers, hoping her bedmate wouldn't notice the light movement. "She was a sexually repressed Belgian manicurist…."

"Sexually repressed?" Barbara's hand moved up and brushed the tender the skin under her tank top. "People say that is terrible."

"Jesus…" The brunette felt her nipples harden under the contact. Barbara didn't know how easy she could turn her on. She wanted her, and it would be a bad idea to try to move things too fast as she didn't want to screw things up. She crossed her fingers with the redhead's and moved them slowly to her belly. It was a better place. Barbara's lips found her ear lobe. Fuck.

"Bar… Barba…. Barbara…" she gasped.

"Yes?" the redhead nibbled her lobe.

Helena broke the contact and turned around to face the redhead. She rested her head on her shoulder, hugging her and breathing hard. She was aroused, very aroused. She needed to calm a bit.

" Helena?" Barbara asked, softly brushing her hair. Something was wrong, maybe she was pushing so much

"Give me a second," she mumbled.

The redhead moved her head back and took the brunette's face in her hands. She looked for the brunette eyes but she had her lids closed.

"I don't want push you… I'm sorry… Is just…" Barbara mumbled. "I just wanted touch you."

"Is not that..." Helena mumbled. "Well… you… I have trouble controlling myself and I don't want…"

Barbara smiled. "Look at me," she said sweetly.

Helena was aroused. Amazing golden eyes met hers. Barbara had always thought it was damn sexy. She never had done this but she was not afraid, with Helena everything was easy and natural

"Love me…" the older woman whispered, trapping the brunette's lips between hers and cupping her breast with her hand. "Show me how to love you…"

Helena growled. Barbara's voice hit her core. All right, that was enough. No more words. She was officially out of control. She rolled in the redhead's arms and was suddenly on top of her.

"I love you…" she mumbled covering her face with kisses. Her fingers moved slowly, exploring the soft and marvelous pale skin gently

She was taking her time, she had dreamed of this so many nights and wanted to enjoy each second and make it pleasant for the other woman. Her mouth moved down to taste the redhead's long neck. She bit gently at the pulse point; she felt her shiver. She couldn't believe she was finally with her.

Barbara arched her back when she felt the brunette's mouth cup her right breast through her top. Helena was being incredibly sweet in each movement, in each touch. She felt a tingling sensation all over her body.

The young woman purred, feeling Barbara's hand caressing her spine under her tee. She rose up to help her to remove the top. Barbara lost her breath when she saw Helena exposed to her. She had seen her nude thousands of times, but never like this. She seemed to be a fine porcelain sculpture, with her muscles perfectly delineated. She put her arms around the brunette's neck and pulled her against her to steal another kiss, moving her hand under Helena's underwear to cup one of her ass cheeks.

This time the former cyber genius moved with demanding strokes. Helena felt her clit pulsing harder, the movement of Barbara's hands against her ass cheek make her excitement grow. She began to move her hips against her in slow movements. Shit. She was touching her. She was finally touching her.

The young woman pulled Barbara's top down freeing one of her breast. "You are so beautiful," Helena growled before her mouth lowered slowly and enveloped a rock hard nipple. The feeling was marvelous, she sucked slowly, letting her tongue caress the soft skin under it, while her hand kneaded the other breast on top of her shirt.

Barbara groaned and hugged the young woman, a delicious moist heat enveloped her and the pull of her lover's mouth made her mind dizzy. She had denied this to herself so long... and no more.

Helena was lost in the sensation of the soft flesh under her for long minutes. She suddenly kneeled on the bed and moved her head up.

"Sorry," the brunette breathed heavily, "This is hindering me."

Barbara sat up to help her to remove her top. Helena stared at her, kneeling. She was damn beautiful. She wanted to jump on the woman, but she stopped when she saw green eyes fixed on her. She swallowed, fisting her hands in balls to contain herself.

The older woman took a slender wrist in her hands and pulled Helena to her. The slow teasing of long fingers along Helena's body was like fire; every inch was overwhelmed by desire. The pressure of her soft nipples against her made them both shiver and gasp in pleasure.

The dark haired woman began to rub her body slowly against her lover, without breaking the kiss. She wanted to consume her, fill all her senses.

Barbara rolled over. She was on top. Her long fingers cupped a small breast, she closed her eyes to let her senses feel, enjoy, a new territory. The woman she loved. Barbara's mouth found her breast and cupped it tenderly.

Gasping, the brunette rolled them over again and put Barbara's back on the mattress. Rapid exhalations and the sound of sheets shifting under the movement of bodies broke the silence of the dark room. They explored, teased and touched, discovering each other, trying to find sensitive points, pleasure points.

"Sorry," Helena smirked, "I don't want this to end yet."

Barbara wondered how she could have been avoiding this marvelous moment for so long. Helena's touch was different from any man she had been with. In bed, she was incredibly delicate, gentle, the polar opposite of her of violent crime fighter persona. She seemed to know where to touch her and, more importantly, how to touch her.

The young woman licked Barbara's chin and began to kiss her. She moved down the slender body slowly, with soft caresses and stopped at the perfectly delineated abdomen of the older woman. A powerful scent filled her nostrils. She rested her forehead on the older woman's belly and closed her eyes. The smell overwhelmed her: Barbara's arousal. It was a direct hit to her libido and she felt her own sex moist with lust. She lowered herself and kissed Barbara's inner thigh. The aroma was powerful. She closed her eyes. Barbara cupped her face between her hands and pulled her up.

"Come here… I want you here…" She caught her lips.

Barbara had never been so aroused, so hot for someone; she had been hacked by a strange and dangerous lust virus that didn't allow her to think properly. She noticed the soft rocking of the young woman's hips against her and increased her tempo.

"God!" the redhead gasped, feeling Helena's hand touching her sex.

"Do you feel it?" Helena asked softly.

"Yes…"

The brunette moved her hand and began to rub her gently. She loved Barbara's reactions and the sounds she emitted. Erotic sounds to her ears, guiding her.

"I love you." The brunette kissed the redhead's lips at the time she thrust into her, "I love you so much."

The older woman arched and closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the sensation. They began to move until they found the rhythm.

They lost long minutes in sensations and movements. The brunette kept the movement of strong fingers against the redhead's sex; concentrating in when the older woman reacted to her touches, discovering what would pleasure her. Barbara thought she would go crazy, Helena seemed to know where she needed be touched. A thumb grazed her clit. She cried out.

The dark woman smiled to herself, knowing she had caught her prey. She moved up and kissed the older woman. Totally submerged in pleasure, the aroused and panting redhead moaned when she felt the young woman finger's teasing her entrance.

"Please Helena…" Helena moved gracefully and put her sex against Barbara's thigh, rocking.

She was loving Barbara. Barbara was loving her. She was in heaven and each time she moved faster, grunting. She buried her head in the long, elegant neck of her former mentor, feeling the moment coming. Barbara wrapped her arms around her young partner. Her nails buried deliciously in her back. She felt her orgasm build up -- slowly, inevitably.

Helena swallowed her cry of release covering Barbara's mouth with her own. The brunette felt her fingers trapped inside warm walls and a warm moisture enveloping her hand. She was there. And so was Barbara. The young woman was enveloped by an incredibly long, powerful climax, one as she'd never felt before that blocked all her senses. Helena was exhausted, feeling the softness of her human pillow under her. She wrapped her arms around Barbara and enjoyed the feeling for long minutes listening to the steady rhythm of the older woman's breath.

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When she opened her eyes again, the room was illuminated with the light of day. Cocooned in a soft bed, curled tightly against a very nude and beautiful Barbara Gordon, was glorious for her. Her head rested on her sharp shoulder. She let inhaled the combined scents of herself and the other woman. She closed her eyes, remembering each wonderful moment they had shared a few minutes before. Her fingers caressed the side of the older woman's smooth torso. She felt long fingers brushing her hair gently. She lifted her head. Marvelous green eyes were tenderly regarding her.

"Hi…" she smiled.

"Hi…" Barbara kissed her forehead. "Glad you're back."

"I was out?"

"Very…"

The brunette lifted up and kissed her softly on the lips. The redhead kissed her back; she had been so close to losing her. She had been so stupid. She held the thin body tightly against her.

"I was so afraid… I was avoiding you, and you are wonderful… I was so stupid."

"Don't say another word." Helena moved back and stared at her lovingly. She cupped the redhead's cheek and brushed her lips with her thumb. She narrowed her eyes.

"Something wrong?" The redhead lifted her brow.

The brunette remained still, lost in her gaze.

"Hel?"

"Do you know how frickin' sexy you are when you wear your glasses?" The question make the redhead laugh.

"You're crazy:"

"It's true." The brunette grinned. "It's always turned me on."

"How can I turn you on wearing eyeglasses?"

Helena crawled over her and took the eye glasses from the night table.

"What are you doing?" Barbara frowned.

Helena put the glasses on the other woman and moved back, kneeling on the mattress. Her eyes glued on the older woman nude's body, her skin was like porcelain, an incredible waist and perfectly delineated abs. She worked so much in her upper body and it was fantastic. Her gaze lowered, stopping on the juncture of her long legs. Her mouth was suddenly dry..

"Fuck…" she swallowed, feeling a knot in her throat.

"What's going on?" the redhead asked, intrigued.

The young woman leaned over her slowly, brushing abs against abs, breasts against breasts. Both women shivered under the sensation. When Helena's face was inches from the older woman's, Barbara's heart was beating really loud against her chest. Her fine hearing could hear it clearly. She pressed her lips against Barbara's and the older woman opened her mouth to let her in. They melted in a passionate kiss.

"I was right…." the brunette mumbled through the kiss.

"Right?"

"Yeah… I'm turned on… let's do it again."

THE END

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