Title: The Writing's on the Wall pt.4

Author: meremortal2k3@yahoo.co.uk

Rating: 15

Pairing: Helena/Dinah

Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing

Author's notes: It's a short one but it will lead to bigger and better, I promise. Lena's the best.

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Part.4

Light and dark. Brunette and blonde.

Their bodies amalgamating in a frenzy of slick heat.

Lips and tongues.

Fingers and skin.

Pressing deeper and further.

Wanting.

Consuming.

Burning breaths and cool sweat.

Tasting.

A tangle of limbs.

Pulsating flesh.

Quivering.

So much wetness.

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Helena Kyle cried out. Her body wracked with an orgasm so intense that it woke her from her dream.

Separated from her dream lover, Helena felt the loss of her as though she were grieving. The blonde hadn't spoken to her, hadn't even looked her in the eyes for over a week. Sweeps were efficient, never social. When they returned to the Clock Tower the blonde would leave her and not look back. Helena had made a colossal mistake and she was paying the price. She deserved it.

If not seeing the blonde during the day was bad, then seeing her every night in her dreams was worse. Helena remembered.

She threw back the sweat-dampened sheets and walked from her bedroom to her bathroom. The brunette was naked but she didn't care. This was her apartment and she was alone.

Helena turned the dial on the shower, reached for a fresh towel placing in on the shelf near the tub and stepped in pulling the curtain behind her. As sizzling water streamed over her reddening skin, her body tingled and ached. Her earlier release forgotten. She never felt sated. Her every thought sent a bolt of electricity to her core and begged for attention. Her every thought was of Dinah.

She remembered now. Helena remembered what had happened and why she had ended up in Dinah's bed. She had accused the blonde of something terrible when all the time it had been her.

Dinah had been worried about Helena after she had run away from her. She had gone looking for her when she failed to turn up for sweeps and found her tanked at Gibson's.

Helena had been coming on to everyone in her field of vision. She was just lucky that the place was filled with regulars that knew who she was. They were scared of her and had no intention of approaching a drunken Huntress.

The teenager had pulled Helena into a booth so they could sit and talk. It hadn't taken long before Dinah had persuaded Gibson to serve her alcohol. The brunette assumed that she had used her meta abilities to convince him. It hadn't taken much longer for the older woman to come on to her friend. In her drunken state her inhibitions were lowered and she no longer gave a fuck about anyone else.

Helena wanted and she was going to take.

Dinah's age was no longer an issue.

Helena Kyle had pushed her mouth onto the teenager's and kissed her. But it was Dinah who had invited her to bed, an invitation she had eagerly accepted.

Pounding water cleansed her skin of sweat. She shut her eyes tight as the throbbing between her legs increased. Trailing her hand down, Helena found swollen flesh hungry for touch.

She was thinking. Auburn haired woman in the park, strawberry blonde at the Dark Horse, ebony headed mugging victim. Helena slid dexterous fingers through hot folds. Slender waif like bodies, large curvaceous hips and breasts. She rubbed at her clit furiously. Dark coffee skin, sun-kissed all over tan.

As the brunette came only one image stood out from the rest. Long golden hair, pale blue eyes, athletic body. Dinah.

Helena began to cry.

Dinah hated her and it was breaking her heart.

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"Hey." Helena called over to the redhead who was tapping furiously at the Delphi keyboard. She glanced around looking for Dinah but didn't see her. It was nothing unusual, the blonde hid in her room now until the very last minute. She waited until Barbara called her for the pre-sweep debriefing - less time spent with her.

"Hey." Barbara looked up eventually over the top of her glasses. A frown creased russet brows as she looked at her friend and then behind her. "Isn't Dinah with you?"

The younger woman shook her head. Barbara hadn't noticed the increasing tension that had separated the crime fighting partners and it amazed her. How could someone so observant miss the misery and pain that oozed from their every pore?

"I thought she was with you." Barbara huffed as she picked up the telephone which sat next to her super computer. She dialled the familiar number and waited. It was getting late and the teenager knew she was needed. "Hi, Gabby." She recognised the voice of her wards best friend. "Is Dinah there? I need to speak with her."

Helena watched with catlike eyes as Barbara chatted. She had a very bad feeling.

"Dinah isn't there." The older woman eased her wheel chair around so that she was facing Helena. "Gabby said that Dinah had been waiting for me."

Helena's heart rate doubled and cold perspiration dappled her skin.

Barbara pursed her lips as the cogs of her mind turned. She nodded her head and turned back to the Delphi. She began to search and type.

"What's going on?" Helena swallowed at the dryness in her mouth. She had been watching her mentor for what seemed like hours but only really amounted to minutes.

"I'm looking for someone in the school records." The flame haired teacher smiled as she found what she was looking for. "Todd McGinty 555-60 32."

Helena paled.

Barbara picked up the telephone again and punched in the number. "He's Dinah's boyfriend." She elaborated.

Helena felt her stomach turn. "Why would you think that?" Her voice was strangled almost beyond recognition.

Barbara Gordon spun her chair as she held the receiver to her ear. "Todd was with Dinah at school. I spotted them kissing in the quad."

"Oh God." The brunette breathed.

"Oh, hello." A voice answering the 'phone startled Barbara out of her puzzled reverie. "Could I speak to Todd please? I'm Barbara Gordon, Dinah's guardian."

The brunette growled.

The normally stoic redhead looked a little shocked as she finally put the handset back into its cradle.

"What's wrong?"

"That . was Mr. McGinty." The mighty Oracle could feel the blood rush away from her brain as she tried to think of the implications of what she had just heard. Her head pounded and thought became almost impossible. "They've called the police." She swallowed hard. "Apparently, it looks as though Todd has run away. His clothes are missing and they haven't seen him since before school."

Helena felt her own panic threatening to bring her to her knees. "I have to find them." She surged towards the doors leading to the balcony, her duster trailing out behind her.

"Helena!" Barbara called. She had seen the feral in the other woman's quick movements and yellowed eyes. The auburn haired woman feared for the safety of Todd and Dinah, Helena's anger was all too clear. "You have to calm down." She was trying to pay heed to her own words. "Let me see if I can use the Delphi to help, the city's too big to go out blind."

The brunette couldn't calm down, she wouldn't calm down. When she got her hands on the little bastard she would kill him. Helena knew that something was very wrong. There was no way that Dinah would go with the abusive shit willingly. She knew it with the whole of her heart.

"You don't understand, Barbara." Helena threw open the double doors and let them bang precariously against the walls on either side. "I love her."

"I know, Hel." Barbara pleaded, hoping to calm the fire. "I love her too."

Helena growled, her feral eyes ablaze. "You don't understand." She turned and jumped. She had to find Dinah.