Disclaimer: not mine
Warning(s): sex
--So you won, Chloe. This year was your turn to pick.
Lois went to the counter with the chosen item in her hands. "Hi, Jonah."
"What's it gonna be this time, sugar?," asked the man.
Lois handed him the vinyl. "This one."
The man behind the counter took the square thin box showing a woman's face shouting what seemed to be the band's name on the cover.
Lois observed him. She knew exactly why she had bought this one, but she always liked to ask him. "Good choice?"
Jonah, the owner of one of the best music stores in Metropolis, was a man in his late fifties, tall and with a broad body complexion. Deep wrinkles carved his face, half covered by a white beard. Overall, he looked as if he had been directly taken from a Harley Davidson concentration, with his bandanna half covering his grey hair, and his perennial leather jacket on. He was quite a man, and always ready for a chat with her. She met him the first night she went out to pick up a vinyl during Chloe's anniversary, it had been the only shop open that late.
"Well, sugar, not that this is the music I'd listen to..."
Lois rolled her eyes. "One day I'll buy that Neil Young vinyl, I promise. But you know this is not for me," she said.
"Yes, yes, your anniversary presents. Well, this is good British stuff, I'll say that. But to me? Girly stuff, like that shoulder pad dudes you listen to."
"Hey, I don't mock your heroes' wardrobe and hairstyle malfunction, leave mine alone."
Jonah smiled, and gave Lois the wrapped present. "For what is worth, I'll say it must be someone pretty special you're buying those vinyls for. This is one hell of a present."
Suppressing the knot in her throat, Lois forced a nod, managed to smile, paid and left the store.
Dinah had hardly slept in the last few days. First a grab-and-pack mission in Seattle gone awry. Didn't even let her time to buy that flannel shirt for Clark –because nowhere on earth would she get one for Ollie–.
Another flight and two consecutive missions in Metropolis later, she couldn't believe it when they finally entered the Queen tower and she hit the bed. Jacket, boots and gloves were spread on the floor. "Wake me up tomorrow, Ollie."
Ollie tilted his head. "You really look exhausted."
"You think? Observer archer. I think I could sleep for days."
Ollie placed his costume on the chair and went to get into something more comfortable. "Still want that massage?," he asked as he changed into his pajamas.
"I'm not going to move, so you can do whatever you--no, wait, just--"
--Damn. You cannot say that to Ollie and pretend he didn't listen.
Ollie didn't waste time. He was kneeling on the bed with Dinah's back between his legs in less than two seconds.
"Too late love bird," he said while turning Dinah on her back and unzipping her black sleeveless maillot.
"Ollie, I'm not going to--"
"Ssssssshh. I promised you a massage, and in order to do it I need your back bare."
"Well, you will have to do it yourself, because I ain't lifting a finger."
Smiling, Ollie sat Dinah, and holding her, managed to take off the piece of leather.
"Handy," she said.
Ollie smirked. "You'll see how handy I can be, babe." With two gentle yet swift moves, Ollie took away the covers and placed Dinah lying prone again. Then he kneeled over her and started the massage.
"Ollie, really, I'm-- oh." Dinah felt his palms making pressure with circular movements on her shoulder blades. The aim didn't seem to fix the knots on her back, because it wasn't hurting, it was relaxing.
"Not bad, uh?," said a smugly Ollie.
"When did you learn that? You never massaged me that way before."
Ollie inclined towards Dinah's face. Taking a strand of hair, he kissed her cheek, receiving a half smile as his reward. "All your personal favors to Oracle leave me more spare time on my own than I'd want. I had to make the most of it." He then focused on her head.
"Bringing Babs to the League was all your doing so I'd have more time for us?"
Ollie shook his head tittering. "That never worked, despite all my efforts. It was her idea, Dinah, she came to me, not the other way around."
"Well, if it had been you the one who worked the miracle after having me insisting all those times, I would've been offended. Mmmm....wow, that thing on my head...just don't stop it."
"Temples, occipital, neck. And if by then you're not asleep and drooling over the sheets, I'll keep going down."
"Honey, you can go on even if I'm off to dreamland. Mmmmm. I think my muscles are also falling in love with you." Ollie smirked. "So, not that I'm not interrogating Babs tomorrow, but any idea why this sudden change in her?"
"Well, she didn't say, but it seems pretty obvious to me," said Ollie, "more personal time."
"And how exactly being a member of the League gives you more personal time when you are Oracle? She's just multiplied her babysitting duties, Ollie."
"Queen industries is making a very generous contribution to the League's informatics department. Most of Babs' monitoring work will be automatized."
"I see."
"And not all of us are...well, like me," he said.
"Meaning?"
"Computer-imbeciles." A snigger escaped Dinah's throat. "So," continued Ollie, "Barbara will have freedom to pursue her own missions if and when she wants except for certain mandatory League missions. It's a win-win situation for all parts concerned. And in a more diplomatic and strategical way..."
Dinah finished his sentence. "The League makes sure to have a new bat family member inside, giving Bruce another reason to stick around."
"Bruce's erratic behavior towards his ties with the League is something I don't feel comfortable with. He's an asset to the League, but he doesn't want to belong."
"So back to Barbara's decision...," said Dinah.
"Like I said, this agreement will give her and Dick more time."
"They've been together for years, Ollie. Why now?"
"First time they aretogether for real, Dinah. In an 'under the same roof' together way."
"Yeah," said Dinah, "I think Dick was wise this once not giving her a ring. I don't know what's wrong with Babs and engagement rings."
"Well, whatever it is what made Babs decide, you'll find out soon enough," said Ollie while starting massaging in a lower area.
Dinah's eyes opened wide. "Um...Ollie?"
"Yeah?...", said Ollie with an innocent tone.
"My butt doesn't need massaging."
"But your legs do and I need those fishnets off in order to do that. I'm taking this job pretty seriously, you know?," he deadpanned.
"I can see that," Dinah said rolling her eyes.
Ollie started taking the fishnets off. "I know this leg relaxation method. You just remain there and let me do my job."
"Not gonna stop you."
Ollie took her leg and rubbed her thighs with his open palms on the median side, a few times each leg. "Better?," he asked.
"Mmmhh..."
Ollie could've sworn her tone was a little more contained than before. Then he took both legs, elevating them until her forefeet were resting on his shoulders. With his hands on the lateral sides of her legs, he massaged her quadriceps and abductors in lateral movements so the muscles would expand and relax. It didn't seem to work: suddenly Dinah's legs tensed, and her...breathing changed?
"Babe?" She didn't respond, nor relaxed. Suddenly realization hit him. "Dinah, are you...?" A nod came as his answer. "Without me???? I can't believe it!"
After a few slight contractions, Dinah's body relaxed, and she breathed deeply a few times before answering a stupefact Ollie.
"Me neither. Last time I had an orgasm without penetration was at--"
"Dinah I don't really want to know about--"
Dinah turned and took his neck on her right hand. "Oh, yes you do. Come on and kiss me."
Ollie found it hard to talk with that much lip locking. "Mmph...so mymmou're mmmmwake mnow."
"Mnd rmlaxed." He managed to break the kiss. "Ok, let me catch my breath." Ollie was now under Dinah, smirking. "That recovery time of yours is impressive, pretty bird."
"Wanna check it out?," she said.
"You bet."
Dinah took off his pajama and started kissing his chest. Ollie let her do.
"You know, I got this book..." Ollie groped under the pillow and a few moments later took out a book, showing the cover to Dinah, who was already directing his penis inside of her. "No time wasted, I see."
"Why? wanna go slow?"
"No. Just a little creative." Grinning, Ollie showed Dinah the cover of the book.
Dinah read the title as she started to move with Ollie inside. "Tantric sex positions. Mmmm. I see."
"See? I'm all devoted to my goddess."
"And sex has nothing to do with it."
"It's the spiritual side of it, hon."
"So the orgasm is not your goal here?"
"Well," said Ollie rolling his eyes, "not that I'm crazy about certain postulates but the postures don't look bad." looking back at Dinah, he smirked mischievously. "We could try some of them." Ollie displayed the book open to show the pages to Dinah, who was already focused in going for her second coming and on giving Ollie his first of the night.
Dinah looked at one of them, squinting her eyes to be able to read. "Am I needing glasses?"
"You need stop moving. Not that I'm--uhn...complaining. But that much moving is not conducive to reading, you know?" Dinah stopped. Ollie's cock was about to explode. "Ok, maybe you can stop later. Keep moving, keep moving." Dinah smiled and crouched while moving her hips forth and back, kissing Ollie, whose hands were already on her breasts. "Dmmimm I mmreated mmhis mjust frmmm mmsage?"
"I was hot for you before it, but I wanted the massage so badly that I had to make you believe I was dead beat."
"You cheater!"
"Charmer, Ollie, charmer."
"Right now whatever you want, harder, Dinah, harder, I'm...mmmmmmmmh!!!"
After he came, they disengaged and remained for a few seconds laying naked looking at the ceiling.
"Ok, we're even now," Dinah finally said.
Ollie looked at her perplexed. "You...didn't?"
"Nope. But don't be devastated, I had just had an orgasm while my poor dear was trying to hold his penis on his pants. I noticed, Ollie."
"So," he said cocking his head to her side, "about my intellectual purchase..."
Dinah took the book from his hand. "Let me see." She started flipping the pages. "Nope, I don't like not seeing your face while we're at it. Mmmm...too uncomfortable. Foot moving posture? I don't want a contracture, thanks, gotta take a flight tomorrow."
"You're picky."
"Let's try this one: ground pressing posture." Dinah showed him the illustrated page.
Ollie observed it and nodded. "Mmm...sounds comfy."
"Yeah. But on the bed, sweetie, 'cause I'm not going to the floor."
Oliver kneeled in front of Dinah, and placing her legs around his waist, started kissing her belly while caressing her breasts with his hands. "Your nipples are still hardened."
"Can't say the same for Ollie Jr. down there. Need any help?"
"Help is always welcome."
Ollie multi-tasked, left hand on right breast, right looking to provoke her clitoris and lips on her belly, one of his favorite parts of Dinah's body. "So, at what time are you leaving tomorrow?"
"Morning. I have to be at the airport at 9:30."
Both aroused, Ollie took the book again to imitate the posture. "Says here you have to hold me from the back of my neck with both hands."
Dinah did as he said. "Like this?"
Ollie nodded while looking at her. "Yeah."
Dinah frowned. "Doesn't look new to me."
"And press down on me forcefully," said Ollie still reading.
"And you don't help?," she asked skeptically.
"Nope. It doesn't say anything about that." Dinah released her hands, breaking the flow. "Hey!"
"Give me that book. You should be doing some work too."
"It was you who chose it."
"Yeah, well, I just saw the posture, seemed comfortable. Sue me."
"I can still make the work from this position, see?," said Ollie as he slid himself inside Dinah.
"But you'd not be doing it by the book." Dinah flipped a few more pages looking for a posture that satisfied her. "Mounted yantra technique," she finally said.
"Exotic enough. Show me." Dinah showed him the illustration by reversing the book. "Ok, I can even make it without stopping."
"Show off."
"Whatever, babe, I'm too close to argue now."
"Well, you better concentrate on me too, because I'd also like to be that close."
"My valiant general will not rest until you scream in pleasure."
Placing her legs on his shoulders, Ollie moved in and out. The contact of both of their groins when he was completely inside was the trigger of Dinah's second orgasm. Their third came with the fifth posture.
"Honey, I don't know where do you get that energy," said Ollie facing her.
"Me neither, but it seems your Lingam and my Yoni really missed each other. How can you still have...you know what inside there?," Dinah said while looking down to his groin.
Their bodies were covered in sweat, and their movement was slow now, but they were still inside each other, not willing to separate.
"Good material, never fails," was Ollie's answer.
"Yeah, now that you mention it, it's a miracle that you haven't gotten me pregnant yet."
"Hey, my fleet of roadrunners is as meticulously precise as my arrows, it's your contraceptives working flawlessly."
"That's the whole point of using them, Ollie."
"I think we would make beautiful babies. Aren't you sure your contraceptives were not engineered by Babs, especially for you?"
"Ha. Cute, Queen. Not that I wasn't tempted to ask her, with you and your ability to knock up women. Right now we are seated face to face while you are introducing your penis inside me and I'm willing it to stay put until I come, maybe not the best moment to discuss babies, you know?"
Ollie suddenly turned pensive, serious. "What? Something wrong?"
Ollie looked at her, as if he had just realized something important. "What you said. It got me thinking."
"Thinking about what?"
Ollie's lips curved into a mischievous smirk. "We haven't tried the swing rocking yet."
Author's notes: in comic-verse it is implied that Dinah's injury not allowing her to conceive, was cured when she was thrown into the Lazarus Pit (can't remember which BoP issue), so talking about babies is not a delicate topic anymore.
Music references/songs:
Vinyl bought by Lois ('chosen' by Chloe): Franz Ferdinand's You could have it so much better.
I used two songs:
Air 'La femme d'argent': instrumental, for Dinah's massage.
The Doors 'Love me two times': tantric sex
