New Partners In Crime Fighting
by John O'Connor
Disclaimer:  "Birds Of Prey", it's characters,
locations, etc are copyright DC Comics, Time Warner,
and the WB Network.  No infringement for profit is
intended.  This is strictly for fun.
Note: Slight spoilers for "Pilot", "Sins Of The
Mother", "Lady Shiva", and "Devil's Eyes".
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1) The Morning After
The conscious world slowly intruded on one of the most
wonderful dreams Barbara Gordon had ever experienced.
The details were so intense she could practically
taste them.  In the dream that she desperately tried
to retain, she had been making sweet, passionate love
to one of her partners in crime-fighting.  
That image brought her fully awake.  It was one thing
she had vowed she would never do again; fall in love
with a fellow hero. Barbara thought of the constant
danger she and her friends were exposed on a regular
basis.  More danger in a month than the average police
officer experienced in a full career, even a New
Gotham cop.
Now fully awake, she opened her eyes.  As she prepared
to get up and get into her wheelchair, she realized
she was naked.  Naked!  She never slept in the nude. 
Not since the last time she had been with someone
sexually.  And it was nearly two years since Harley
Quinn had killed...  No, she refused to go back there
again.
Then who...?    
Glancing guiltily to her side, she sighed with relief
when she saw the other half of the bed was empty.
Brushing her shoulder-length, red hair back, the
detective in her realized that it hadn't been that way
for long.  The unmistakable signs, and aroma, that
someone had shared Barbara's bed - she hadn't been
dreaming!  She had slept with...
Using the grip above her head, she pulled herself up
and got into her chair.  Then, remembering she was
naked, grabbed her robe from the foot of the bed.
Quickly donning the robe backwards to cover herself,
she rolled into the kitchen.  Barbara definitely
needed coffee this morning.  Once she had her mug,
she'd roll right into the bathroom.
"Hey, Lover!  How'd you sleep?"
Barbara jerked to a halt at the sight of her partner
standing naked facing the countertop.  The dimples of
that oh-so cute ass became the focus of Barbara’s
gaze...  It was, she had to admit, one of the
loveliest images she'd seen in quite some time.  But
it was wrong.  
Wasn't it?
"Cat got your tongue?"  The voice now came from
behind.  "Here's your coffee."  A mug appeared over
her shoulder and Barbara grasped it gratefully,
inhaling the scent of one of her favorite gourmet
coffees.  "And here's a little thank you for last
night."
Barbara froze again as soft lips suckled gently on her
neck.  A soft, nimble-fingered hand slipped under her
robe and lightly caressed her now-hard nipples.
"Uh...wait!  Uh, we have to...uh, to talk," Barbara
stammered.
"I'm not sure I like the sound of that."
Barbara looked straight ahead as she wheeled herself
into the large clockworks room that doubled as the
living room.  Only when the cool air blew over her
nipples was she aware that her robe had slipped to her
waist.
* * * * * *
2) The Night Before
"Hey, Barbara!  You here?" Dinah Lance called as she
entered the private rooms in the Clocktower.
"In the computer room," Barbara replied.
As the young blonde entered, Barb looked up, brushing
her bangs off her forehead.  "How was your first day
at New Gotham U?"
"Not too bad.  Should be fun.  Sure beats high
school!" Dinah was more excited than her words
implied.  She added, almost as an afterthought,
"Where's Helena?"
Barbara laughed.  "You really like it, don't you?  You
act like you're gonna burst! And Helena is downtown
right now, keeping an eye on one of our 'respected'
city councilmen."
"Barbara, can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"It's kinda personal," Dinah said, leaning on her left
foot with an embarrassed half-smile.
"Go ahead.  If I don't want to answer, I won't.  Fair
enough?"
Dinah nodded, her blonde hair bouncing lightly.  
"So?  What did you want to know?"
Dinah looked away then back to Barbara.  "Did you
sleep with...  Were you and my mother lovers?"
Barbara tried to mask it but the question stunned her.
 She had no idea what to say.
"It's okay if you were," Dinah said quickly.  "I just
want to know."
"No.  We didn't...  Your mother was a friend of mine
but that was all."
"Was it because of you and Helena's mom?"
If she hadn't been sitting down, Barbara would've
landed on the floor by this point.  "Wh...what?"
"Well, when Mom was here a couple of years ago, she
didn't like Helena just because she was Selina Kyle's
daughter.  Was it something like that?"
"Why would you think your mother and I would even
be...?"
"I saw how you were together when you thought you were
alone.  It just seemed so obvious that you and Mom
wanted to be...lovers."
"Dinah, that was two years ago.  How can you..."
"I've been wanting to ask you ever since but I figured
you'd never tell a kid.  Well, surprise!  I'm eighteen
now and not a kid.  I can handle this kind of thing."
"Did you use your powers...?"
"NO!  Never on you.  Or Helena.  Or my mom.  But I
have eyes.  I see pretty good," Dinah said with a
smirk.
"Hold on," Barbara said.  Turning to the console, she
spoke into the microphone, "Helena, I'm going off-line
for a while.  The link will stay open so if anything
happens, hail me."
Over the small speaker came the Huntress' disembodied
voice, "Will do.  And tell the kid the truth, okay?"
"Kid?!?  Helena!" Dinah shouted.
Ignoring Dinah's outburst and Helena's laugh, Barbara
switched off the mike, leaving the speaker on, and
said, "Let's go into the living room."
Once in the larger room, dominated by the oversized
inner workings of the tower clock, Barbara spoke while
looking out at the sunset.  "Okay, what brought this
up?"
"First, were you and Helena's mother...?"
Taking a deep breath, Barbara said softly, "Yes. After
Helena was born and Selina retired from her career. 
Bruce was never there for her but I was.  She even
donned her outfit a time or two to help me out."
"Were you in love?"
"Maybe.  I don't know.  I do know that it hurt so much
when I found out she was killed.  Even more, in its
own way, than my own injuries."
"Was that why you took Helena in?"
"Partly, I guess.  I had known Helena since she was a
baby.  I wasn't too much older myself.  But I also
felt like Selina would want it this way."
"But Mom and you...?"
"No.  We liked and respected each other.  And there
was definitely chemistry there.  But she wanted
children which I, obviously, couldn't give her.  So,
when she met Larry...  Well, she could only ever give
her heart to one person."
"I remember when you finally told me about him.  I
wish I'd've known him."
Barbara nodded, "He was a special man.  No powers, no
superheroics but he knew what he was doing when he
married a crime fighter.  And he never gave your
mother a hint at how much he worried about her.  It's
rare you see such a special couple."  Barbara paused
and blinked, her eyes were wet.
Clearing her throat, she continued, "Later, Larry was
killed, just before you were born.  She was keeping a
low profile while she carried you and I helped out,
that was really when Oracle was born."
"But you were still Batgirl..." 
"Yes but I always had a love of knowledge and
information.  And with the old Super Crays in the
Batcave, it was easy to get all we needed.
"We became quite close but, much as I might've wished
it, it would never be more than friendship.  She
couldn't handle the fact that I was a friend of a
notorious villainess, much less Selina's lover.  And
nothing I said about the good Selina had done seemed
to sway your mother.
"She left town right after you were born.  When you
broke in here, I had no idea you and that beautiful
baby were one and the same."  Barbara smiled,
remembering the tiny bundle her older friend was
taking away from New Gotham.
"Now, why are you so curious?"
Dinah turned to Barbara and said, "Okay.  You know
Gaby?  My friend?"
"Yeah.  Sweet kid."  Barbara nodded, she remembered
the girl with the curly blond hair.  She seemed a good
friend for Dinah; both were smart and outgoing.  And
both watched out for the other.
"Yes, she is..."  Dinah smirked.  "You remember a
couple of years ago when I first got here?  Back when
Lady Shiva was back in town?"
"Yes."  Barbara would never forget that.  It was right
after Black Canary's return and apparent death. 
Almost old home month as Shiva returned.  Barbara had
nearly died trying to be Batgirl again, only to find
out she was indirectly responsible for Shiva's intense
drive for vengeance.  But what did this have to do
with their earlier conversation?  This was becoming
almost surreal.
"Well, the day after it was all said and done, Gaby
told me she switched lab partners to help me but also
so she could get together with that Katie Holmes
wannabe."
"Get together...?  What do you...?"  Barbara's green
eyes widened.  "Oh!  You mean..."
"Yeah, she preferred her own, so to speak."
"And this means...?"
"When they broke up, I was there for her."  Dinah
quickly added, "As a friend..."  
"And...?" Barbara added the unspoken word.
"Well, one night we...got together.  Nothing major,
just...kissing and...that kind of thing," Dinah said.
Her hands were twisting together as she explained to
Barbara about the brief fling she'd had with Gaby.
"But we decided to wait 'til we were old enough before
we..."
Despite herself, Barbara had to know.  "Before you
what?"
"Went all the way.  You know..."
"So, you're...?"
"I'm gay.  I think.  I'm almost sure but not
completely because I've never been with a guy.  But
when Gaby came out in to me in school, I started to
lose interest in men.  You know?"
Barbara nodded.  There were only a few men she ever
really wanted.  Bruce Wayne was a severe case of hero
worship, almost like a high school crush on a teacher.
Then Dick...  He was special and they might've had
something but he left to be his own man in Bludhaven,
where he could live without the shadow of the Bat
looming over him.  Then, there had been Wade...
"Are you and Gaby still...together?"
"No.  We're still friends.  And we spend a lot of our
time girl-watching together.  But she's looking for
someone older, more mature..." Dinah looked directly
at Barbara for the first time since this conversation
had started.
"Are you suggesting that she and I get together?"
Barbara was shocked.  Dinah was trying to set her up?
"NO!"  Dinah's denial was harsh.  And quick.
"Then what?"
"Well, I want...  I want the same thing.  I spoke to
Helena and..."  Dinah looked down at her shoe as she
scuffed the toe across the carpet.
"Look, if you're asking my permission for you and
Helena to be a couple, well, I can't tell you who to
be with or anything.  But I'd advise against it.
Metahumans, especially those in our line of work,
shouldn't be together.  It's dangerous and the pain if
one is lost..."
Dinah stepped in front of Barbara finally.  "No.  I
talked to Helena about what I want.  Sure, I had a
crush on her even before I knew I preferred girls but
that was kid's stuff."  She knelt in front of the
wheelchair, "I want you."
As she said those words, Dinah took Barbara's face in
her hands and kissed her softly. 
Pulling back, she opened her eyes and smiled when she
saw Barbara's eyes had closed.  Slowly they opened and
Dinah gazed into the emerald depths.
"Barbara, I...I lov...  I'm in love with you.  And I
want to make love to you.  I think, deep down, I
always have."
"No, Dinah, this isn't right.  We shouldn't..."
Sitting on her heels and looking directly into
Barbara's eyes, Dinah said, "Look, remember when I
told you about the visions that brought me here? Well,
one I tried to suppress for a long time was of you and
I together.  Naked in bed.  At the time, I thought it
was some imagery like in a dream mixed with teenaged
hormones.  You know, we're figuratively 'in bed
together' as part of the Birds?
"Once I realized my visions were more prophetic than
representative, I tried to ignore that one.  But I
always felt drawn to you, even when I had my crush on
Helena and later when Gaby and I were lovers."
"Look, Dinah, if you are a lesbian, or even bisexual,
that's great.  As long as you're happy.  And you
should be with someone who will make you hap..."
"I am with THE someone who will make me happy. Please,
Barbara, let me be with you.  Even if it's only for
one night..."  Dinah held Barbara's face gently in one
hand, her thumb softly stroking the redhead's lower
lip as she spoke.  "Let me make you feel warm and
loved again."
Barbara's eyes filled with the tears she'd held back
when her painful past was recalled.  "Thank you,
Dinah, but we shouldn't...  I'm almost twice your
age..."
"I know," Dinah purred as she kissed Barbara again, a
little firmer this time.  "That is a real turn-on."  
Their lips met again, this time Barbara found herself
meeting Dinah halfway.  And, this time, Barbara
surrendered to the younger blonde.  Her mouth opened
to admit the girl's tongue.  Her tongue danced with
the supple, sensuous invader.
Dinah broke the kiss, stood and lowered herself onto
Barbara, straddling her legs.  As soon as she was
seated comfortably on the auburn-haired woman, they
resumed their long, wet kissing.
"Hey!  Anyone?  Oracle!  Dammit!  Answer me or I
swear..."
The voice barely penetrated the lustful haze of the
two soon-to-be lovers.  But the professional part of
Barbara Gordon struggled up and took control.
"Wa...wait.  Di...  Dinaaa..."  The older woman had to
push the younger one back as Dinah persisted in
kissing Barbara.  Finally: "DINAH!"
"What?!?"  A look of panic painted Dinah's expression.
 She wanted this and she was sure Barbara did too.  So
why did she stop?
"Helena's calling.  I have to answer it."
Nodding, Dinah sat back as the motorized chair into
the computer center.  She perched nervously on
Barbara's lap as the older woman keyed her microphone.
"Talk to me, Huntress."
"It's about time!  What kept you?"
"Need to know, Huntress."
The two in the Clocktower could practically hear the
brunette's smart-ass look over the radio.  "Yeah. 
Well, I have a pretty good idea...  Kid's good, isn't
she?"
"Helena!"  Then, as a tongue traced her ear, Barbara
added, "Dinah!"
"Hey, Oracle!  I was just kidding.  She's all yours.
If you can handle her."
Suppressing a shiver of pleasure as Dinah's tongue
snaked into her ear, Barbara said, "He-helena, what is
it?  Is...is there a...a p-problem?"
"Doesn't sound like it to me.  Unless you've developed
a stutter..."  There was a pause and a giggle then,
"Anyway, our friend looks like he's down for the
night.  I thought I'd do the same.  Unless you need
me...?"
"NO!  Uh, that is, no, go on home or...to the club
or...  Oh, God!"  Dinah's hand slipped down to cup
Barbara's clothed breast.
"Ten-four.  Congrats, Kid.  Do us all a favor and make
her happy.  Out."
Dinah whispered into Barbara's ear, "I want to love
you.  Physically.  I want you to love me."
"Oh yes..."  The logical part of Barbara's brain was
again pushed down by the more primal, emotional part.
She wanted this.  She needed this.  She was going to
have this.
"Barbara, take me.  All of me."  The blonde started to
nip at the sensitive flesh below her ear.
"Yessss..."
With Dinah still straddling her legs and kissing her
neck, Barbara drove the chair into her bedroom.  All
logical thought was lost to their primal needs...  
* * * * * *
3)  The Morning After - Redux
Barbara pulled the robe back up to cover her full
breasts and wheeled into the living area.  Dinah
padded along behind, oblivious to her nakedness.
As soon as Barbara stopped, Dinah pulled the robe off
and tossed it aside.  The young blonde then sat on her
lap as she had the night before.  Before Barbara could
protest, Dinah kissed her lover, probing Barbara's
mouth with her tongue.  
Barbara returned the kiss, knowing all the while it
was wrong.  So wrong.
Finally, "Dinah.  We can't do this.  We shouldn't do
this."
Puzzled, Dinah sat back.  "Why not?"
"It's wrong."
"Why?'
"Because of who we are."
"Because we're women?  That's bullshit."
"No, of course not.  That has no bearing on this.
Please let go of my breast."  Dinah smirked and
pressed her palm against the hard nub.
"I'll let go when you tell me why this is wrong.  And
I have to agree with you."
"No.  No conditions.  Let go."
Letting her hand drop, Dinah scowled, "Spoiled sport!
Now you really have to convince me."
"We're crime fighters.  We can't afford personal
lives.  It's too dangerous.  What if someone found out
who I really am?  Who we are?"
"Someone did.  And you survived.  You are strong and
resourceful.  But you are also lonely, and have been
for too long.  I want to change that.  I want to be
there for you, with you.  Why do you think I went to
NGU instead of New Troy University?  Why do you think
I spend all those hours helping you with your therapy?
 I'd do anything for you, Barbara."
"Dinah, I...I can't."
"Why?!?"
"I'm almost twice your age.  Hell, I'm almost as old
as your mother would..."
Dinah gripped Barbara's shoulders tightly, "You are
not my mother.  You are my friend, my mentor, and, I
hope, my lover.  I can't, I won't force you.  I want
you to want me."
Barbara found herself smiling.  "Quoting Cheap Trick? 
I'm not that old."
"See?"  Dinah arched her eyebrow, trying to look stoic
and wise while her fingers trailed up to tickle
Barbara below her ribs.
"Stop that!" Barbara demanded, giggling.
"No.  Not until you give me a good reason why we
shouldn't be partners all the way..."
"Whoops!" 
The shout froze the two new lovers.  Two pair of eyes
focused on the door and the tall brunette standing
there.
"You know, you really should confine your hijinks to
the bedroom..." Helena said with a smirk.  "You could
give poor Alfred a heart attack dressed, or rather,
undressed like that!"
"Uh, Hel...Helena.  Wh...what are you...?"  Barbara
scrambling to grab her robe off the floor to cover
herself.  It was just out of reach.  Dinah made that
harder as she ducked behind the chair, her foot
catching the robe and dragging it further out of
reach.  
"You really should have that stutter looked at, Babs."
 Helena was now leaning on the door frame. Then she
waved at the eyes peaking over Barbara's bare
shoulder, "Hey kid. I guess you two worked everything
out?" 
"Helena!" Barbara shouted.
"Okay, okay!  I'm outta here," Helena said holding up
her hands, palms outward.  She backed up, pulling the
door closed behind her then stopped, "By the way,
Dinah?  Your friend Gaby?"
"What?" Dinah said in a reserved voice.
"You trained her well..."
"Huh?  What?"  Dinah was standing, oblivious of her
nudity and shouting at the now-closed door.  "What's
that supposed to mean?"
"Well, you did say she wanted an older woman..."
Dinah, who had moved towards the front door, looked
back over her shoulder at Barbara.  She saw the
redhead smiling at her.
"What...?  Barbara?"  Dinah crossed back towards the
older woman.  "What's going on?"
"God, you are beautiful."
"So...you're okay with this?" Dinah asked, uncertainty
in her voice.
"Yes, I guess I am.  No, I know I am."
"Why?  How?"
"Something happened when Helena came in...  I can't
exactly explain it but last night, and when we were
kissing now, it's like I realized how much I've missed
since Wade died.  How lonely I've been... Then, when I
saw how silly you acted about Gaby, I realized that I
was being a little ridiculous."
"Me too.  Guess I just hadn't expected Gaby to...
Well, Helena's always been so straight.  Even after
Reese..."  Dinah shook her head.  "So, seeing me wiggy
that two of my best friends are...lovers, I guess...
That's what it took?"
"That and the memory of how wonderful you made me feel
last night."
"Well, uh, can we...  Can I make you feel that way
again?"
"You better," Barbara said with a laugh.  When she saw
Dinah's eyes locked on her breasts, rising and falling
as she laughed, Barbara laughed even harder.  And she
was getting more and more aroused...
Finally she managed to say, "S...stop l...looking
at..."  With a deep breath, Barbara forced herself to
stop laughing.  "I'm sorry, Dinah.  It was just so
funny watching you...watch my..."
Dinah looked crestfallen.  "I'm sorry.  I didn't...it
was just so...  Your breasts are so..."
Barbara rolled the last few feet over and took the
blonde's hand.  "It's okay.  Your eyes were bouncing
around and...  It was funny.  But it was exciting
too."
"Huh?"
"The fact that you couldn't take your eyes off me.
That's quite a compliment, you know."  Barbara tugged
gently on Dinah's hand, pulling the girl onto her lap.
"You know, I realized I kinda like you sitting here
too."
Barbara's free hand drifted up to tease one of Dinah's
nipples.  The blonde sucked in a gulp of air.  Then
several more as Barbara pinched the hardened nipple.
"I...I like sitting...here...while you do things to
me..."
"Things?  Like what?" Barbara asked in a hoarse
whisper, her hand drifting lower.
"L-li-like th-that..."
* * *
Barbara lay back on her pillows as she gazed at the
young woman before her.  Dinah was a vision of
feminine beauty.  Her long, blonde hair, her soft
skin, those lovely round breasts, the slender waist,
the curve of her hips, the cute little dark-blonde
patch of fur between those long, luscious legs.  
And, when the girl turned her back to move the chair
away from the bed, Barbara stared at the most perfect
ass she had ever seen.  
She couldn't help herself.  Smiling wickedly, she let
out a whistle.
Dinah turned and asked "Was that for me?"
"Um-hmm," Barbara nodded.  "Come here."
Crawling up onto the bed, Dinah knelt next to her
lover, admiring the older woman's many lovely
features.  Even after all those years in a chair, her
body was a work of art.  She smiled as she remembered
all the times she had to force the redhead to finish
her therapy.
Fingers trailed along the soft skin of Barbara's
thigh, stopping just before touching her most intimate
area.  "Can you feel me?" Dinah asked. 
“You asked me that last night...”
“I just want to be sure,” Dinah purred as her fingers
brushed the flesh just beneath Barbara’s pubic thatch.
 “Feel that?”
Barbara nodded, she suddenly couldn't speak.  But her
mind was reeling, Dinah knew she could feel, just not
actuate her muscles.
Dinah smiled.  "Good.  You will feel a lot more soon."
The blonde lay on top of the redhead, her hair
spilling around their faces as their lips met in a
soft, wet kiss.
After sharing their new-found love sweetly for several
minutes, Dinah again took the initiative and began to
kiss her way down her new lover's body.  
Butterfly-soft kisses, alternated with little nips,
traced a path from Barbara's mouth down her throat and
along her collarbone.
The redhead moaned softly, her head thrown back, as
the young blonde worked her magic.  Those moans
increased when Dinah reached the soft roundness of
Barbara's chest.
Dinah sat up, straddling Barbara's midsection as she
gently kneaded the firm mounds.  Her fingers traced
the outlines of the redhead's areolas lightly.  Then,
gently, Dinah tickled the tip of each hardened nipple.
Every touch, firm or soft, caused Barbara's body to
shiver with pleasure.  And, with that part of her mind
that was able to remain rational, she remembered it
would only get better until...
Dinah leaned over and licked one hardened nipple then
blew on it.  She was rewarded with the appearance of
goose bumps across Barbara's breasts.  The blonde
repeated her actions on the mound's twin.
Barbara was quivering.  This was exquisite torture and
the girl hadn't even touched her most personal area
yet!  
The younger woman began to suck on each of the
treasures in her hands.  The feel of the hard nipple
against the tip of her tongue was exciting to the
college student.
Laving the tips of each breast in turn, she knew her
love was becoming highly aroused and that, in turn,
aroused her. Dinah could feel her pussy getting wet,
the honey pooling on Barbara's flat stomach.  She
began to move herself back and forth as she continued
to lean over and pleasure Barbara.
Barbara's moans had turned to purrs as she felt the
younger woman's essence pooling on her stomach.  Her
own pussy was aching for the blonde's hands and mouth.
Dinah slid her body down Barbara's, her core leaving a
shiny trail on the taut flesh of the older woman's
stomach.  The feeling of rubbing herself along
Barbara's body almost made Dinah come.  
She forced that feeling down.  She wanted to pleasure
her new lover.  If only to ensure that they would stay
lovers.  But also because she had found out the
previous night that she enjoyed giving pleasure to
this special woman.
Curly red hair rubbed aroused pink flesh as Dinah
moved down.  She moaned out loud as the contact.  She
bit her lip hard to distract her body until she was
under enough control to move between Barbara's legs.
Moving the long, still-shapely legs, Dinah settled
between them.  She gently kissed and licked the
insides of each thigh.  She could feel the slight
involuntary tension in the flesh and muscle, showing a
strength that resulted from Barbara's continued
physical therapy.  
She smiled to herself, she had a lot to do with that
too; forcing the legs to move even though the woman
had lost the ability to make her leg muscles function
on command.  That was the closest she had ever felt to
the woman before her.  Until last night...
As the blonde licked up to the pink heat crowned by
the red fur, she again gave thanks to whoever allowed
her beautiful lover to still feel pleasure after her
horrible attack.
Scooting up closer to her ultimate goal, Dinah again
blew on the sensitive flesh.  This time, she had no
need to moisten it beforehand, as she had with the
still taut nipples.
Barbara cooed at the sudden puff of air against her
heat.  She mumbled something to herself, inaudible to
Dinah, before she gave into the pleasure she was
receiving.
Dinah lightly kissed the red mound then the hot outer
lips.  She then pealed those lips apart as she opened
her own mouth.  Her tongue snaked out and traced the
outline of the protruding outer lips before slipping
inside to taste the true essence of her lover.
Barbara groaned loudly.  The feelings in her body,
radiating out of her groin, were intense.  Even more
intense than the night before, the night she had,
until a few moments ago, felt so guilty about.
Guilt was washed away by those first tender, sweet
kisses.  And it was flushed out to sea by the
passionate loving Dinah was showing her.
Dinah thrust into the wet heat with her tongue.  With
one hand she gently pulled back the sheath over the
redhead's hardening clitoris.  Her other hand slipped
under Barbara's ass to tickle the rosebud hidden by
her rounded cheeks.
After completely exploring Barbara's vagina, Dinah
pulled her tongue out.  She smiled at the disappointed
moan from her lover.  Her fingers, that had just freed
the nubbin, slipped into the hot darkness, pumping
slowly.  Her other forefinger still teased Barbara's
tight anus.
Occasionally, she dipped down and sampled the leaking
honey with her tongue and rubbed her closed mouth over
the tip of the erect clit.  As soon as she felt
Barbara tighten around her fingers, she pulled her
face back and stilled the motion of her fingers.
The young blonde looked up the reclining form before
her.  She saw a beautiful face contorted by ecstasy as
she kept Barbara on the edge for several minutes.  
She wanted this to be the turning point for them.  An
orgasm the redhead would never forget, and a love
Barbara won't want to lose.  Needless to say, Dinah
didn't want to lose this either.
"Time," she whispered to herself.  She took the hard
nubbin between her lips and pressed her tongue against
it.  At the same time, her forefinger slipped into
Barbara's backside as the other fingers thrust deep
into the wet vagina.
Muscles tightened, threatening to snap fragile finger
bones as the redhead reached her climax.
"Ooooohhh!  DIIIIEEE-NAAAAAA!" Barbara screamed as her
body quaked in its ecstasy and the world vanished into
white.
* * *
Barbara slowly opened her eyes to see Dinah's smiling
face hovering over her.  "Hi," she said quietly.
"Hi yourself," Dinah said.  She leaned down and kissed
Barbara, softly and sweetly.  "You're beautiful.  You
know that?"
"Um-mmm..." Barbara murmured.  She could taste herself
on the younger woman.  It reignited her inner fire.
Reaching up, she pulled Dinah to her, kissing her
thoroughly and passionately.
"I was a fool this morning," she whispered into
Dinah's ear.  This was followed by her tongue tracing
the delicate curves then dipping into the shell.
"Oooo..." Dinah cooed.
"I was afraid.  But not anymore.  Except..."
Dinah pulled back and looked into Barbara's green
eyes.  "Except?"
"I'm afraid I'll lose you..." Barbara said in a small
voice.
Dinah's heart leaped in her chest, hope flaring in her
eyes.  "Are you saying...?"
"I'm not sure," Barbara replied.  "I’m pretty sure... 
I am...  That is, I think so but I...I don't want to
jinx anything by saying it too soon."
Dinah relaxed and smiled, kissing Barbara before
saying, "Not a problem.  I can wait."
Barbara returned the blonde's kiss, her tongue snaking
into her mouth to toy with the girl's tongue.  Her
hands drifted down to cup the younger woman's ass,
pulling the two of them more tightly together.
Finally breaking the kiss, Barbara said, "I want to
taste you..."
Dinah nodded and sat up, placing both legs around her
lover's head.  
"What about...?" Barbara started to ask as she eyed
the blonde’s breasts moving out of reach.
Dinah shook her head, "No.  No foreplay this time.  I
need this!  So bad!"
Barbara smiled and pulled her new love to her mouth,
her tongue ready to please the blonde the way the
blonde had her.
It didn't take much.  Barbara had barely gotten a
taste of the girl's essence before Dinah's screaming
orgasm created a mini-flood of her nectar over
Barbara's mouth and chin.
The older woman didn’t let that stop her.  She
continued to feast on the throbbing, aroused flesh
before her, thrusting her tongue deep inside then
laving the outer lips and the base of Dinah’s
clitoris.  
Tracing figure 8’s with her tongue, Barbara smiled as
the groaning need coming from Dinah’s throat.  She
French-kissed the girl’s sex as her thumb gently
probed the little clit.
Dinah exploded again.  Her scream echoed in the
bedroom, to Barbara’s delight.
As she used her tongue to 'clean up' the blonde,
Barbara suddenly was so glad that she had never been
with Black Canary.  Otherwise she would never have
found this happiness.
* * *
Several hours later, Barbara wheeled herself and her
lover into the kitchen.  Dinah was nearly spent and
curled up in Barbara's lap.  After the first
senses-shattering orgasms Dinah had given her lover,
the redhead had spent the balance of the day wearing
out her young protégé.
The kitchen was the only room in the Clocktower they
hadn't made love in.  So far.  
Every other room was thick with the musky smell of two
women in love.  In Barbara's room and the bathroom,
with the oversized sunken tub, were even more
pungent...
Something Helena Kyle wasn't about to ignore when she
returned home early the next morning...

 (c) John O'Conner

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