When Barbara became aware of time again, she was on top of Huntress's chest, her hand kneading one of the young woman's breasts while the brunette had her arms wrapped around her back and giving her soft kisses on her head.
"We must stop seeing each other like this," Huntress mumbled, staring at the ceiling of the elevator.
"Why?" the redhead asked with a sleepy voice.
"Well, you are freaking amazing, but… well, my back is the one that always ends up against the floor, my butt is protesting and…" she lifted her hand and showed her the broken cuff still attached to a piece of broken rail. "I dunno how to explain this…"
Barbara lifted her head to see the brunette's eyes. "You are so beautiful."
"You too." The young woman lifted her hand and, with the back of her fingers, caressed her cheek.
"I never thought you would look at me."
"I have always been looking at you. You are my life, you are my world."
"And what about all those other girls?" The redhead lifted her brow.
Huntress rolled her eyes "I'll give you all my address books if that makes you happy. I promise to never see any of those women again."
"Are you sure?" Barbara arched her eyebrow.
"Yes, but you must promise not to date Dick and Kelly and all those women anymore."
"Deal." The redhead winked.
"Really?" Blue eyes opened in surprise.
"Really."
"Good." Huntress pulled her against her and kissed her again. "Do you know what I want do to you now?" she mumbled between kisses.
"Whatever you are thinking, we must leave it for later…" the older woman moved back, grinning.
"Why?" the young crime fighter protested. "I still haven't touched you…. you are still over dressed in that armored suit."
"And you need to get dressed." Barbara smiled, giving her a fast kiss on her lips and standing up.
"Now?"
"The elevator has been stuck here for more than thirty minutes. Dinah is going to be suspicious that something is happening," Barbara said, picking up the brunette's pants and giving them to her.
"Shit…" the brunette looked at them. "You broke the zipper of my pants!"
"Yes, and they need to be laundered now. Close your coat."
"A short coat covers a ripped blouse, not pants…." The young woman sat on the floor, looking at herself and picking up the torn blouse from the floor. "Oh man… I'll need to buy more shirts."
"Excellent," the redhead winked at her. "I love the sound of your clothes ripping. It's like opening a birthday present, you love what's inside."
"I'll need a second job." The dark haired woman put her underwear in her pocket and took her pants.
"Good idea." The redhead pressed the green button and the elevator moved up again. "It's lucky you leave your clothes lying around the house, I guess there is something of yours, that's clean, in my bedroom."
"Hey wait." Huntress stood up putting on her pants "What do I do with these?" She showed her the handcuffs.
The redhead sighed and unlocked it with a key hidden on her belt. "I'll need to buy new ones, you always break them."
"What's the obsession with the cuffs?"
Barbara put her arms around her neck and gave her a brief kiss on her lips. "I can do with you whatever I want." She moved back and slapped her butt.
"And the rail?" the brunette asked, zipping her coat.
"I can tell Dinah that you had a tantrum." She picked up her cowl from the floor.
"Why me?"
"You are the only one that always has tantrums."
The elevator doors opened. Dinah was sitting in the living room, reading a magazine.
"Hey, I thought you had gone to the party," she said, seeing Barbara wearing her Batgirl costume.
The redhead stepped out of the elevator, brushing her hair with her fingers. "A last minute problem, but Helena fixed it with a quick fight."
The blonde frowned, looking at Huntress who was walking, holding the front of her pants. "What happened to your pants?"
"My bike hit the ground and I broke it," the brunette said, walking toward the redhead's room to change.
"How could you fight with one hand?"
"Practice." Barbara responded for her, walking toward the kitchen. "I'm starving, anything good for dinner?"
Dinah looked inside the elevator. It was a mess. "What happened there?" she mumbled.
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Barbara wrapped a towel around her body; she'd just taken a hot shower. She dried her hair with another towel and walked in her room. She sat on a bench in front of a mirror and rubbed her hair with the white towel.
She felt happy, happier than she ever thought she could be. Helena said she loved her, she had been jealous of all her lovers. Why had she been so blind? Why hadn't she seen it before? All her fears had vanished suddenly. She closed her eyes and smiled, when she had kissed her, when she had looked in her eyes. She could still could taste her on her lips, feel her skin trembling under her fingers.
She was a bit surprised with herself, she still couldn't understand what force possessed her that turned her so aggressive and demanding when she was with Helena.
Her gaze noticed a movement behind the curtains that covered her main window.
She slowly opened the drawer in front of her and took out her escrima sticks and a birdarang. She turned and threw the birdarang toward the person that was hiding behind the curtains.
"Fuck!" a voice growled and she heard a thump against her floor.
She stood up and prepared her sticks.
A dark figure rolled out from under the curtain.
"Helena?" the redhead asked, surprised.
The brunette held her head and sat up on the floor. "What the hell is wrong with you?" After the elevator she'd felt damn hot, no way she could just leave after Barbara had said she loved her.
She'd had a warm bath and changed her pants, found a shirt in one of Barbara's drawers. She wanted stay, but was worried the teenager would be curious about it. So she unlocked one of Barbara's windows before she went to dinner.
It had been a pleasant dinner, but she was damn itchy, dying to touch the redhead. She never thought Dinah's presence would annoy her so much. The worse part was that the teenager asked her help with some moves in the gym.
Barbara had said good night, that she was tired and needed a warm bath. Helena was dying to wrap her arms around her and kiss her, but, again, she had to suppress her need.
She had sparred with the teenager for almost one hour and, afterwards, she had said goodbye. However, instead of pressing the 'down' button, she pressed 'up', to the Clocktower apartment where they lived. She had jumped from the balcony to the terrace of Barbara's bedroom and opened the window that she'd left unlocked. She was going crazy to touch, taste, feel Barbara's skin under her fingers, to kiss each inch of her body, to make her cry in pleasure.
She had just crossed one leg over the window sill inside the room when she had felt a hard blow to her head and fallen down.
"I'm sorry, but you said you were going home after sparring with Dinah." Barbara moved the curtain to the side and noticed the upper window was opened. She closed and locked it. "Why didn't you just knock on the door?"
"Dinah is around, what did you expect?" Helena looked at her hand. Well, at least she wasn't bleeding. She scowled.
The older woman picked up her birdarang from the floor. "Dinah is always here, what's the problem?"
"I didn't want her to see me. It's too soon to start answering the questions of a curious teenager." The young woman stood up.
"Questions?" Barbara asked "About what?"
The young woman took Barbara's hand and pulled her close. She loved that she was so clueless sometimes. "About you and me." She leaned in to kiss her.
The kiss was soft, tender, Helena's lips traced Barbara's mouth slowly, teasing. Barbara felt her muscles tremble. She moved back and found herself lost in deep blue eyes that looked at her with so much love.
"I was so afraid," the redhead mumbled, resting her head on Helena's shoulder.
Helena enveloped her with her arms and rested her head against her's. "Afraid? Afraid of what?"
"That you would never see me… that you just thought of me like all your other girls, just to have fun and…."
"You are not like the other girls." Helena moved back and fixed her eyes on her. "How could you believe that?"
"I…. you… you always seem so…"
"I have dreamed of you for so long…" the brunette interrupted her. "I always looked at you, but you never saw me. I love you with all my heart and all my soul. I couldn't live with out you. I died every time I saw you with other people. I asked why it couldn't be me when I know you so well. I know you love to walk barefoot on Sunday mornings to feel the wood under your feet, I know you are in love with the night and English tea."
Barbara smiled at her; Helena's eyes were bright, almost violet, she wondered how it was possible that she hadn't seen the love in them before.
"You are grumpy all day if you don't drink your coffee every morning," the young woman grinned, "very hot with one spoonful of sugar. Your know every hit from the 80's and the name of the singer, including the number of weeks it was on the billboard.. You hum when you are happy and, when you are angry, you pinch the bridge of your nose. If you are mad at me, you push your eyeglasses up your nose with your index finger before turning to look at me."
"That's not true…"
Helena chuckled and hugged her again. "I love your smell, I love the way you look at me; I love the way you say my name and how you touch me." She pressed her lips against Barbara's head.
The older woman lifted her face and kissed the brunette, aroused by the strength of the arms holding her and the tenderness of her words.
Barbara pulled her closer, tracing her mouth with her tongue. Helena was all softness, but she couldn't hide her urgency and her need, she was passionate and sweet.
"I love how you move," the redhead mumbled, moving her hands below the hem of Helena's shirt, her nails scratching soft skin. "I love when you wear those short tops and those pants that are plastered to your ass. I love your smile when you grin at me and how you look at me... I love all of you". She bit the young woman's lower lip. "You snuck into my room like a thief… What do you want me to think?"
"That I want you…" Helena mumbled, trapping her mouth again, she wanted more of her lips, her skin, her touch. "That I want to be with you tonight…"
The brunette held her as close as she could, feeling more excited with each passing second with the teasing of the other woman's tongue against her. She moved her fingers with incredible skill and the towel wrapped around the redhead's body slipped to the floor, exposing bare skin. Her hands caressed her back, the most perfect back she had ever seen, and let her fingers travel down the length of Barbara's body until she found her buttocks and squeezed with her hands.
She lost control for a brief second and carried her across the room without breaking contact with her lips. She set her on the bed, she buried her nose into the crook of Barbara's neck and bit her gently. She was hers, she wanted to mark her. Barbara moaned in pleasure and Helena kissed the soft skin under her. She removed her coat with a fast movement and removed her boots with one hand before covering the older woman's body with her own.
"I've dreamed of you so many times --" Helena mumbled, moving her lips toward a soft, tender neck. She wanted to be gentle, to show her how great her love was. She kneeled on the mattress and straddled the redhead's hips. She moved her hands to her sides and opened the zipper of her jacket revealing her nude torso.
Helena was excited noticing by hungry flare of Barbara's nostrils, her set jaw and her dilated green eyes, staring at her with lust.
Barbara's sat up, impulsively, and kissed the bare skin above the brunette's chest. Her warm tongue washed around a brown nipple.
Helena closed her eyes and her palms cradled the other woman's crimson hair and let the sensation of silken lips and the warmth of Barbara's breath hit straight to her center.
Barbara took one of Helena's breasts in her mouth and sucked, fierce and insistent. Helena pressed forward, into the pressure. She moved her hands to the waist of Helena's pants, fingers hooking through the button and tugging softly. Her hands moved to her back, following the waistband of her pants until she was at her butt.
"Remove this…" Barbara said in a hoarse voice, looking at her. It tickled her ribs, her belly.
Helena opened her eyes, they were not longer blue, they had changed to an intense gold, she felt a hard throbbing between her legs. She moved back and yanked her pants and underwear off with a fast movement. She let her hands touch the porcelain skin of the redhead's legs, she bent down and began to plant a trail of tender kisses.
The older woman closed her eyes and enjoyed the sweet movement of Helena's lips and tongue on her legs, her thighs.
Helena, lost in pleasure, mapped each inch of Barbara's body. She had dreamed, fantasized so many years of touching her, kissing her, loving her, that she wanted go slow, enjoy each moment to remember it forever.
Barbara's arousal hit her straight in her nerves. She stopped her slow lovemaking when she was at her hips, the musky scent coming from her center filled all her senses, her muscles trembled in pleasure. She opened her mouth, scenting the other woman. She wanted her, she wanted her so much. She rested her forehead on the older woman's hips, trying to regain her control, all her muscles trembled. She moved up, rubbing her body against Barbara.
The sensation of hard, firm nipples against her skin made the redhead moan in pleasure. When she opened her eyes, golden cat eyes were regarding her with such love, that she never thought she could feel from one look.
"I love you." The brunette, supporting herself on her arms, lowered herself, looking for Barbara's lips. The movement was slow, letting her breasts press softly against Barbara's.
It was when Barbara felt Helena's soft purr vibrating against her chest that she gasped. The young woman swallowed the throaty groan and traced the contour of her lips with her tongue. She nipped and sucked tenderly at her lower lip.
The redhead's hands, wrapped through dark hair, remained passive for long minutes under Helena's caresses. The brunette marveled, Barbara making love was sweet, soft… And when she was Batgirl she was aggressive, dominant, demanding. Her right hand moved down and cupped the redhead's breast. She pressed her hand against the soft mound and she took Barbara's nipple between her fingers, pulling.
Barbara's body shivered when she felt Helena rub her wet core against her thigh and rock it slowly.
Helena deepened her strokes, trying to take all of the other woman, trying to drown in her. She ducked her head and laved Barbara's breast with her tongue, like a kitten lapping. She worked her free hand to the other breast, brushing flesh with the pad of her thumb. A growl vibrated in her chest.
It was the most erotic sound Barbara thought she had ever heard. Her hands buried in silken dark hair and brushed her scalp, enjoying the warmth of Helena's mouth enveloping her.
"Helena…" Barbara's whisper was breathy, needy; she felt her clit throbbing harder. She was overwhelmed by Helena's murmurs of pleasure and her lover's natural rumbling. Helena's tender ministrations deepened her own passion, inflaming her.
Helena scraped her teeth across Barbara's nipple, her right hand moved lower and touched Barbara's lower lips. The redhead bucked and moaned loudly as Helena sucked in as much as she could and began to move her hand gently against Barbara's wet core.
The brunette continued the soft movement of her hand and Barbara began to rock her hips against her hand.
Barbara pulled the young woman's face to her.
Reluctantly, Helena moved up and Barbara trapped her lips in a rough kiss, wrapping her arms around her neck.
"Please, Hel.." she mumbled, moving back breathless, "please… inside me…"
Helena's eyes regarded her with love. "How I want you…"
"I love you."
The brunette moved to kiss her and moved her fingers to her opening. "Fuck," she growled. "You are so wet." A teasing finger began to move inside slowly.
The redhead buried her hails in the young woman's back and gasped. Helena began to move her index finger in slow movements and, after a few seconds, there were two fingers working inside her.
Helena began to rock her core against the redhead's thigh. Their bodies moved in an erotic dance for long minutes, finding the rhythm they needed.
Helena fixed her eyes on green ones, which were now lost in pleasure. Barbara's pupils were dilated and moist, she was gasping, aching for more, her neck arched. She was so beautiful. Helena twisted her fingers, and Barbara was riding her. She licked the redhead's neck, hearing whimpers for more. She increased the pace of her fingers.
The redhead cried out her release and Helena kissed her on her lips. She moved down, trailing wet kisses over Barbara's torso. She stopped at the juncture of Barbara's thighs and inhaled deeply. She had wanted for so long to taste her. Carefully, she spread her legs and lowered her head.
She moved her tongue shyly and let it caress the wet skin. She growled in pleasure, tasting the sweet scent that was just Barbara, her strokes were slow and long.
Barbara was still recovering from her orgasm when she felt a warm tongue lapping at her wet center. She tried to protest, but Helena's ministrations broke all her coherent thoughts. She couldn't believe Helena would take her to the edge again so soon.
Helena was lost tasting and her tongue circled the other woman's entrance. She felt fingers on her head, pressing her against Barbara's sex. She happily moved forward and let her tongue slide inside. Barbara bucked under her touch and she had to wrap her arms around the redhead's thighs to keep control. She moved inside her for long minutes, her own body on fire as she listened to Barbara whimpers and short gasps, feeling her body shivering under her touch.
Barbara's world exploded again, her eyes were blinded by a bright white, all her muscles locked in a rictus of release.
And then… a deep blackness enveloped her.
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The older woman opened her eyes slowly and she smiled, feeling the warmth of Helena's body beside her and her light purr vibrating on her chest.
"Hi…" the brunette whispered, giving her a soft kiss to her jaw.
"Hi…" Barbara opened her eyes, finding tender blue pupils fixed on her.
"Are you okay?"
"I have never felt so alive…"
"Really?" Helena couldn't avoid feeling proud of herself.
"You are wonderful." Barbara moved her hand behind the brunette's head and kissed her, this time the kiss was different. She felt her nerves on the edge, tasting herself on the young woman's lips. She deepened the caress with languid, yet hard strokes. "I love you so much," she mumbled.
"Can I propose to you now?" Helena mumbled between kisses.
Barbara laughed. "You are crazy."
The young woman moved back and let her hand caress the redhead's arm. Her fingers stopped on her wrist, she smiled and moved her index finger between the Barbara's skin and the bracelet she had given her as a gift on her birthday.
"You are wearing it…" she said.
"Always."
"Never forget what's written on it…"
"The 'Will you marry me now?'"
The dark head nodded and leaned to kiss her again. "Maybe someday I will convince you."
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Dinah ate her sandwich. She still had time to finish her breakfast. Her next class wasn't until 10 am. She felt happier than she had been in a long time. Barbara had been very nice with her and helped her. She now had a room, her own place, new friends, and, most importantly, she had learned to accept herself.
Since she was a kid, she'd felt like a kind of freak. She thought many times that her skills were a kind of sin. Now, she felt pretty comfortable with herself.
Alfred was very nice with her and Helena, in her own way, too. Suddenly, Helena walked into the kitchen, surprising her.
"Hi kid," she greeted, humming happily. She was wearing a long t-shirt.
"Hi." That ability to be silent as a cat made has startled her many times. Maybe she needed to get her a cat bell. Helena took a bottle of milk and a package of pop tarts off a shelf, then opened the bag. She put the poptarts in the toaster.
Wait a second. Helena. At home this early. And just wearing a long shirt?
For Helena, there hadn't been much sleep last night, but who cared about that? She was not going to object. In fact, she would look forward to more nights like that.
She had awakened late to find the redhead had gone to work. She was always loyal to work. But she had left her a note on her pillow saying it had been the most wonderful night of her life and that she would see her soon. Then, she had buried her nose in Barbara's blankets, smelling her.
The blonde rested her chin on her hand and looked at Helena, smiling.
The poptart jumped out the toaster and the brunette grabbed it. She sat at the table to eat it and noticed the blonde was staring at her.
"What?" she brunette asked.
"Finally?" Dinah winked at her.
"Finally?" Helena repeated, biting her poptart.
"You and Barbara."
"We are doing okay."
"Oh, come on, tell me, was it good?"
"Are you crazy?" Helena looked around, hoping Alfred wasn't nearby. "What are you talking about?"
Dinah sighed and crossed her arms on the table. "That is Barbara's shirt."
"Barbara always lets me borrow her clothes."
The teenager leaned back in her chair. "You two almost killed each other over the last few months and, suddenly, now she lets you stay at her room and borrow one of her night shirts? Sure, and I'm Superman."
"I stay in her room sometimes."
"Not when she is angry at you."
"Well, we talked and we… we," Helena waved her hands, "fixed all our problems."
"Did she tell you that she loves you?"
A blush colored the dark haired woman's cheeks. She couldn't suppress a smile and lowered her head to look at her poptart.
"She told you!" the blonde shouted and stood up.
"Dinah!" Helena was embarrassed that Alfred could hear them. Suddenly, the teenager was on top of her, hugging her.
"I'm so happy for you!" Dinah said.
Helena couldn't avoid smile and hug her back. "Thanks so much, kid."
"Tell me, tell me," the girl pulled up a chair to sit close to Helena. "What happened?"
"Short story… we are doing pretty well." A big smile graced Helena's face.
"Did you stay with her last night?"
Helena bit her lower lip and nodded, grinning.
"That is so cool!" Dinah jumped in her seat "Was it good?"
"It was fantastic."
"So… now is she your girlfriend?"
"Uhh… Well…" the brunette hesitated, "I didn't ask her."
The teenager rolled her eyes "But you made love, no?"
"Dinah!"
"Well, you did."
"Yes, yes, but…." Helena blushed again.
"All right, you told her you love her," Dinah said, "and she told you she loves you…. you stayed together a whole night…. Two plus two, she is your girlfriend."
"I guess… I'm not good at this."
"You've had tons of girlfriends. Don't tell me that."
"Yes, but you know that Barbara is different… I didn't ask her."
Dinah hit her playfully on her forehead. "So what are you waiting for? Ask her, moron!"
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