Smut warning- that's all this chapter is. It's not everyone's thing, and I get that- so if you're not into smut (or just not into my smut), skip ahead to the next chapter. Nothing will happen in this chapter that you'll miss by skipping ahead; but if you've been reading this whole time in hopes of finally seeing some action between these two, read on.

Dick's fingers pulled the elastic tie from my hair and wrapped themselves in my tangled locks, my hands on his cheeks as he kissed me. His fingers pressed against the back of my head, keeping me close. My arms were wrapped about him, my elbows propped on his shoulders as my fingers combed into his hair. I stood between his legs as he leaned back against the counter, our wine glasses forgotten as the quiet hours before dawn loomed heavy and dark outside the windows.

The kiss started long and lasting, revealing in its duration just how long we'd wanted to kiss each other. We kissed as if we'd been held apart a long time, worried we may be pulled apart and enjoying the locking of our lips for the pure bliss that it was. But it didn't take long for our lust to outweigh our longing. One hand left my head and he wrapped it around my back, his palm pressed flat against my spine as he pulled me into a deeper kiss. His tongue slowly slipped between my lips, wrapping itself around mine. My arms wrapped around his torso as I felt engulfed by him. Though my eyes were closed, I felt his body straighten and harden against mine; no longer was he leaning recumbent against his counter, but standing upright, dominating and overtaking me. I wrapped an arm around his neck, yearning for him to take me.

He took one step towards me as he kissed me, then another, and another. Before I knew it, I was up against the couch behind me. Our kiss broke as my legs were pushed out from under me and I sat back against the tops of the couch cushions. Dick's hands held me up by my biceps, and his eyes stared down into mine for a heavy moment as if asking if I still wanted what was coming. I let out a longing sigh, silent but heavy, waiting for him to kiss me again. He leaned down to kiss me again, my hands traveling from his wrists up his arms to his shoulders, and I began pulling his leather coat off his arms. He helped to shrug the coat off, then tore his tee shirt off immediately after. I let my hands briefly play on his swelling biceps, then trace down to his heavy pectorals, then up his neck and around to the back of his head. I pressed him down to me, hungry for more.

His hands moved down my back, under my butt, then beneath my thighs. He lifted me and my thighs wrapped around his abdomen, clinging to him tightly as he carried me. Our foreheads met as we stared into each other's eyes, almost daring the other to break eye contact. I bit at his lower lip playfully, unable to stop the smile from emerging on my face. He carried me into the bedroom and dropped me on the bed, provoking a surprised laugh from me.

I sat up and reached my hands up his back, kissing his abs as my fingers came to his belt and undid the latch. His hands came to my back and bunched up my white shirt; I pulled away to allow him to pull it off over my head, grateful I'd worn a moderately attractive bra. "Barbara," he whispered down to me, his want overtaking him. He pushed his lips against mine and began to crawl over me, pushing me flat against the bed. His lips left mine and began kissing my cheek, then my neck, then my shoulder as his hands slid my bra straps out of place. I couldn't stifle my groans of pleasure as my heavy breathing pressed my breasts towards him, my legs wrapping around his hips. My hands shot to his belt and I pulled it from its loops, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants as quickly as I could. He reached under me and popped the hooks loose on my bra, the cups pulling away from my breasts. He ripped it away from my shoulders as fast as he could, and his body pulled back from mine and he looked over me in close study. I watched as his eyes scanned me from waist to eyes, taking me in.

"God, you're amazing," he noted as his fingers floated over my skin, giving me goosebumps and shivers as I longed for his fingers to press into my skin.

"Take your pants off," I smiled as I sat up, tucking my fingers under the waistline of my leggings and starting to pull them off. He quickly kicked off his boots and pulled off his pants as I shimmied out of mine. He impatiently grabbed the legs of my pants and pulled them off, flattening me on my back on the bed as I giggled. He threw them aside, grabbing the inside of my leg and kissing my calf delicately as his hand gently glided down my thigh and between my legs.

"Dick," I sighed as his fingers landed, then began to circulate on me. It had been so long since someone had touched me that way that I might have screamed for anyone, but I had dreamt of Robin's hands on me for years. I moaned loudly as he used only his hands to bring me to orgasm; one hand rubbed and pulsated over me, as his other hand grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them above my head. My back arched and my eyes squeezed shut as I felt my entire body tighten, then release in pleasure.

As my body exhaled after the first orgasm, I opened my eyes to see him smiling deviously down at me. I reached my hand down to grab him, to push him into me, but he grabbed my wrist and pinned it above my head again. "Not yet," he smiled, "I want to do that again."

"Please," I moaned, overcome with desire for him and wanting him inside of me. One hand held one of my hands overhead, and the other started to play again, now pushing teasingly inside of me just enough to bring some of the wetness out. I could feel my inner thighs growing slippery, and my back arched in pleasure at his touch. "Please," I begged, both wanting to wrap my arms around him to pull him closer while wanting to leave my legs down to give him easy access to touch me wherever he wanted. "Dick," I moaned out in a high, pleading voice as his lips pursed around my nipple, his tongue flicking the sensitive skin as he kissed me. My breath caught and my eyes jolted open with the spasm of muscles, and his fingers slowed as he allowed me to catch my breath.

"You need a break?" he asked, which produced an immediate scoff from me as I looked up at him from the bed.

"Where are your condoms?" I demanded more than asked. He smiled as he tried to stifle a laugh, but he leaned forward over me and stroked the hair away from my face.

"My nightstand," he answered, "but there's no rush…" Tender and sensitive as I was, I thrust my hips up and to the side, rolling him onto the bed under me. As his eyes registered the surprise of the move, I twisted backwards and grabbed a small, discreet black box from his nightstand drawer, pulling one of the condoms out and tossing the rest of the box on the floor. I opened the package and quickly rolled the condom down the length of his shaft- he let out a small breath as I gripped around him.

"I want you," I said, inching myself forward so that I was kneeling over him. I slid him into me, the entry smooth from my wetness but shocking nonetheless. I inhaled sharply and my eyes slammed shut, while Dick's body craned backwards and I heard him moan.

"Oh God," he breathed out as I lowered onto him, pressing him deeper and deeper into me with each successive bounce. I took the time to raise myself entirely off of him, so that only the tip was still in me, then pressed myself as low as I could, impressed by how long the journey took from tip to end. "Barb," Dick called out to me, his hands grabbing my torso just beneath my breasts, "God, I won't last long."

I kept my hips low and began to rock in a circular motion, stirring him inside of me. I moaned in pleasure as I began circling faster and faster, until the motion was so fast that it became less circular and more linear. His hands lowered to my legs as I rocked faster and faster, his fingers grabbing onto my hips as I felt him losing control and orgasming. I leaned forward over him, my hands bracing myself over his chest, as the sensation overwhelmed me and I orgasmed again, one final time. His body relaxed and loosened as mine seemed to tighten around him; I had to pull myself carefully off him, my body still shuttering from the waves of pleasure.

He left the bed briefly to clean himself up, and I did the same in the half bathroom in the hall. But we both came back to the bed, knowing the sun would be rising in an hour or so. He laid down beside me, casting the sheet haphazardly over himself as he laid down. I wrapped my body over his, smiling up at his tired face. "Don't go," he said down to me, his voice tired and serious. I smiled up at him, not nearly so exhausted as he was. But I reached my hand up to his cheek.

"I'm not going anywhere," I said, letting my cheek and palm come to rest on his chest as the morning traffic began.