Pairings/Characters: Linda/Barbara (Silver Age Supergirl/Batgirl)
Warnings: Does hot sex count? ;)
Summary: Linda and Barbara pass the time while waiting for Diana.
Date Of Completion: May 29, 2008
Date Of Posting: June 2, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 703
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: Written for my 2008 DCU Mood Ring Fic Request Meme for milleniumrex . Pairing: Linda/Barbara. Prompt: Excited. :)
Barbara laughed as she watched Linda flip over-and-over in joy as the blond hovered by the cliff on which the redhead stood.
“I see you’re excited.”
Linda’s red cape fluttered out behind her, her little skirt flipping up to tantalizingly reveal red shorts.
Barbara preferred to think of them as panties. Makes it more fun. As she watched Linda somersault, she thought wryly, Seems like I’m always attracted to people wearing short-shorts. At least these aren’t spangled. Though Dick always managed to pull it off. Linda’s enthusiasm reminded her of Dick, too.
It was a beautiful day, sunny and breezy and filled with fluffy white clouds against blue sky. They were in the central part of Massachusetts waiting for Wonder Woman to fly from Boston to meet them.
The wind blew, a shower of scarlet and gold leaves swirling around Barbara as she felt happiness surge within her.
The sun backlit Linda’s blond hair, creating a halo. Strong and beautiful, Supergirl was fantasized about by men and women, her bright personality as attractive as her looks.
Barbara considered herself very lucky to be Linda’s chosen one.
“Aren’t you excited?” asked Linda, hovering close to her companion.
“Sure. It’s not every day that mere mortals get to step foot on Paradise Island.”
“Think of it! You and I are modeled after our mentors, even down to our costumes.”
“Does that bother you?”
“Not really, but this is a chance to revel in a female-only environment.”
“Considering that men are not allowed on the Island, that’s true.”
“Miss Dick?” Linda winked.
“He has a thing for redheads, especially those with speedy quivers.”
Linda laughed and reached out, touching Barbara’s hair. “Your hair is as bright as these leaves.”
“As is yours,” Barbara smiled.
“I love you.”
Barbara felt a tingle through her body at the words. She took Linda’s hand and entwined their fingers.
“How about a flight, Dominoed Daredoll?”
“Always, Maid of Might.”
They burst out laughing, Linda lifting Barbara into her arms.
New England in the autumn: there was nothing like it. The countryside was aflame with gold, scarlet, and burnt orange, the sky a brilliant blue.
Like Linda’s eyes.
Barbara wrapped her legs around shapely thighs, delighted at the sense of free-floating. Like Dick, she loved to fly.
Linda’s hands stroked her back beneath the cape, strong enough to crush boulders and yet wonderfully gentle.
When their kiss ended, Linda began raining butterfly kisses on Barbara’s throat, the redhead thrusting her head back.
“Mmm, kara mia.”
Linda laughed, her lips vibrating against silken flesh. She shivered as skillful hands slid up her skirt, touching her through red silk, rubbing and caressing as she moaned.
Barbara whispered in her ear, “I can touch you, deep and hard and hot…”
Linda moaned again as her shorts were pulled down, the yellow Bat-glove removed and a warm palm pressing up against her, juices sweet and wet as Linda gasped, Barbara’s finger slipping inside heat.
Linda cried out, spreading her legs, her hand holding onto her lover as they drifted lazily in the sky.
A warm mouth replaced the questing finger, Linda shuddering with waves of pleasure as her hand cupped Barbara’s head. Barbara tasted the nirvana that was Linda, her own body flush with pleasure.
As Linda orgasmed, Barbara was on the cusp, tasting love as a trembling hand touched her between her legs.
She felt the orgasm rip through her with startling power as she hummed against Linda, triggering another orgasm in the Kryptonian.
Linda went limp gracefully, still holding tightly to Barbara, who draped herself over her lover.
“Mmm, you sure know how to pass the time,” Linda said languidly.
“Just carrying on the family tradition.”
“Ah, the Super/Bat pairings.” Linda tugged up her panties. “A venerable tradition.” Her eyes sparkled as Barbara kissed her.
Diana waved from her invisible plane.
“How’s the Boston traffic?” Barbara smiled.
“Tangled and impossible. Luckily, I can fly.”
“So can I,” Linda laughed as she glided over to the plane with her arm around Barbara.
“We’re going to fly quickly. Barbara, you better climb aboard.”
Barbara kissed Linda, then joined Diana in the plane. The Amazon smiled.
“You two are going to love Paradise Island.”
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