Pairing: Artemis/Zatanna
Rating:
NC-17
Word Count: ~1,400
TFLN: (612): no, i'm not a lesbian.. i just really want to fuck you while drinking, thats normal in a friendship.

Note: I'm trying to experiment out of my comfort zones. If it's your cup of tea and you read it, just let me know what you guys think.

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She honestly doesn't know how their Girl's Night Out got them here, and that's maybe because they've been club-hopping all night and they're just a little bit too tipsy to be all that rational right now, so none of them even knew name of this place before they walked in, let alone that it was a gay club. Like, literally a gay club. And that's not what she has a problem with. Actually, she's pretty sure none of them have a problem with it. They just want to like, drink more and dance more and have a great time and this place seems to be doing a pretty good job at providing them with that.

It was just fucking surprising when a girl walked over and started hitting on Karen.

"I am going to die of embarrassment," Karen practically whined. Barbara still has her hand on Karen's thigh, because she was the only one that reacted quick enough and pretended to be the bitchy, possessive girlfriend and planted a pretty hot kiss on Karen to get the woman to leave.

Whatever, they're all in relationships and sure of their sexual orientation and she's pretty sure there's a rule that says you need to pretend to be hot for each other to keep strange women from trying to get under your friends' skirts. Or there should be, at least, because it'd be the same way if they'd been with guys. Whenever they go out and Wally's not with her, Dick or Mal or Conner will pretend to be her boyfriend and pretty much scare off any creep that tries to touch her. Sometimes it involves a bit of making out.

It's just what friends do.

Anyway, Artemis is on the dance floor and not really paying attention to anything else but the music, so when she feels a hand slide over her waist, she tenses and moves to grab their wrist and flip whoever the hell it is over her shoulder.

"Relax," someone breathes into her ear.

"Shit," Artemis exhales with a laugh, "Want to warn me or something next time? I was ready to fling you across the room."

Zatanna laughs, drapes her arms around Artemis's neck and steps forward so that their hips are pressed together, and it must be the alcohol or something, but that kind of makes her really wet. Zatanna is sexy and they all know. Artemis has always been aware of this, and there's enough alcohol in her system for her to feel like she wants her best friend.

Fuck.

Artemis glances over the dance floor, eyes landing on this kind of tall, lanky redhead across the room staring at her intently just as Zatanna leans in and whispers into her ear, "That redhead over there got this sort of hungry, predator look on her face as soon as you hit the dance floor. Just thought I'd step in and claim you now."

"Thanks," she whispers back.

Zatanna winks, turns them slightly so that she knows the woman sees them kissing.

(And she wonders if Zatanna adds tongue on purpose, or… just or.)

Artemis feels a throb between her leg as Zatanna pulls away, but she ignores it as the two of them laugh and go back to dancing.

At least for a few more minutes, anyway, until Zatanna mutters, "Fuck, she's still staring," and Artemis resists being obvious and turning around to see for herself. She doesn't really need to, anyway. All of her training would've been for nothing if she couldn't feel the pair of eyes on her right now.

Then Zatanna grabs her hand and starts tugging her away. "Where are we—"

"Just go along with it."

Artemis catches Megan and Raquel looking at them weirdly and tries to shrug, but then she's being pulled through a door and glaring against the bright (well, brighter) lighting. She barely has time to register that they're in the women's bathroom – and that's actually kind of clean for a club – before Zatanna is pulling her into one of the stalls.

"What the hell?" Artemis asks, because seriously, what's going on?

"She's following us," Zatanna explains. "I don't know if she wasn't convinced or…" Artemis sighs, annoyed. Seriously, if this chick ruins the rest of her night, she's going to have to kick someone in the face. "Just, act natural."

"What?"

Zatanna laughs, presses their lips together again and turns them so that her back is against the door of the stall. Artemis is entirely confused, but then she hears this very, very faint sound of a door opening – someone trying to sneak into the bathroom, undetected – and then everything clicks when she realizes that it must be the redhead. She hears the muted clicks of heels moving carefully across the tiled floors, stopping just a few steps away from their stall. Fuck, not only is this chick is such a creep but she doesn't know when to stop.

Artemis moans into the kiss, partly for show and mostly because Zatanna pushed her tongue passed Artemis's lips. She doesn't even remember when Zatanna put her hands on her hips, but then she feels her pushing the hem of her dress up so that it's bunched around her waist.

"No panties, babe?" Zatanna asks.

It's an act, since Artemis is wearing a pair, but then Zatanna dips her hand passed the waistband and slides her fingers over Artemis's sex, and the moan Artemis lets out isn't an act at all. She circles her clit once, twice, three times, and then rubs over her bundle of nerves. Artemis lets out a breathy sound and rolls her hips.

Then she pushes two fingers into her and flattens her palm over her clit, and Artemis cries out loudly. She's good at this. She's really, really good at this.

"I…oh. Oh."

She's moving her fingers in and out quickly while teasing around her clit with her thumb and there's no rhythm at all, which drives Artemis crazy. She slows down as soon as Artemis's pants started to match her thrusts, pulls her fingers out and draws them up and over her clit, making Artemis shudder. She'll come in second if she keeps doing that.

So it's really fucking unfair how Zatanna pulls her hand away. Artemis whimpers, watches through hooded eyelids as Zatanna licks her lips.

"I need to taste you," she breathes, spreading her legs further and pushing her panties down her hips so that they fall to her knees. Artemis is breathing unevenly, watching Zatanna sinking to her knees and then throwing her head back when her tongue slides up her folds.

"Fuck," Artemis cries.

"Exactly what I was thinking," Zatanna murmurs. "You taste so good."

She pushes her tongue into her a few times and Artemis rolls her hips, pushes her fingers into the girl's hair. Zatanna draws her tongue up and flattens it against Artemis, then slides it up and circles the tip around her clit a few times. Artemis's legs begin to quiver and Zatanna puts her hands at her hips, keeping her weight balanced against the stall door.

Then she rolls her tongue over her clit, increasing the pressure with every stroke, and moans as she comes, grips Zatanna's hair as the girl continues to lap at her through her orgasm. Artemis tries pulling Zatanna from her because she'll come again if she continues, but Zatanna just bats Artemis's hand away, closes her lips around her clit and sucks on it as she drips her fingers into her again. Artemis cries out as Zatanna increases the rhythm of her fingers and the pressure of her tongue and lips over her bundle of nerves, and she's coming again in seconds. Zatanna pulls her fingers out, laps at her sensitive folds lazily until Artemis has mostly come down from her high.

"God, what was… what was that?"

Zatanna giggles lightly as she stands up, shrugs one shoulder as she admits, "A fantasy of Dick's, apparently, and kind of mine. I love him, but," she flashes a playful grin, "I've always been a little curious." Then she shrugs both shoulders as she adds, "At least the woman left."

Artemis laughs because, yeah, at least. "I love you for this," she tells her, pressing another kiss to the girl's lips. God, she can't imagine what Dick and Wally will think, or anyone else for that matter.

Zatanna just smiles cutely. "What else are friends for?"