Ok, kind of sexual, in fact, really sexual, but I promise I won't turn the story into porn without plot.
New Years Eve. And I'm on a mission infiltrating Black Manta.
"Batgirl, status." Dick says through the psychic link.
"Beta squad in position." I reply, signalling to Connor and Wally to move.
"Alpha squad in position."
"Delta Squad in position."
"Gamma Squad ready."
"Epsilon Squad ready to rock and roll!" Gar says excitedly.
"Great. Move out."
If I had a dime for every near death experience I had, I'd be richer than Bruce. The mission had gone pear shaped, as always. We were meant to break out Kaldur and Artemis. We did get them out, just after beating up nearly the entire Black Manta agency, on what was meant to be a covert mission!
"Happy New Years, Justice League." The computer voice said as we returned. A piano tune started playing the background. Dick picks me up Bridal style.
"Should've done this a lot sooner." He said.
"No kidding." I whisper, before he kisses me. We still aren't dating, but give it a couple months or so. I bet I taste salty after swimming in the ocean for an hour. Dick, on the other hand, tastes like mint and cola, a hand on my head, the other on my waist. I put my hands on his chest. When we finally break apart, there's a slow clap. Tim. It gets louder and louder.
"Um..." I say embarrassed.
"Yes, dude, you just made me ten bucks. Pay up Supey! Told you today was the day!" Wally cries. Wow. My teammates seem happier than I do.
"It was only a matter of time." Cass laughed, although she was blushing at Tim, who was walking towards her.
Later that night, Dick knocked on my door. We were staying the watchtower, as it was too much hassle to sneak me back home. I had pretty much become accustomed to being in space, but every time I looked out the huge glass window on my wall, I thought about how amazing it was up here. Dick slid my door shut behind him, wearing nothing but boxers with a bat print on them.
"Hey." He said quietly, brushing hair out my eyes with a rough thumb. He was still wearing his sunglasses, and I still smelt of seaweed.
"Hey." I replied, sitting up. "Any particular reason you're in my room at 2am, while I'm drunk on cake, kisses and capes?" Dick laughed softly.
"Wanted to talk to you...about us."
"We're together. Can I sleep now?" I say bluntly.
"Only if I can join you."
"No! I need sleep!" I yell quietly. I close my eyes, but Dick flicks my shoulder. "Stop it." I sigh, but Dick won't let me sleep. "Fine." I say, and he lies next to me.
"Wait, isn't that my shirt?" He laughs.
"It was the only clean clothes I could find." I justify.
"Looks good on you."
"You told me that that time I was dared to wear a bin liner for half an hour." Dick wraps an arm around me protectively. I trace circles on his six pack, a feature that is not enhanced by his suit. "There is no way I'm getting any sleep tonight, is there?" I say.
"Nope." He says, before kissing me. He works his mouth to my shoulder and finds a tender spot. He sucks on it, making me gasp. As a self proclaimed 'good girl' (as good as you can be when you beat up bad guys daily), until tonight I had never kissed someone, let alone done this. Dick moves his hand from my waist to my hip. I run my fingers through his black hair. Our tongues battle, and he wins, so I let him explore my mouth. When I thought about people doing this kind of thing, I thought it would be gross. But it's actually kind of...fun.
"You are so freaking beautiful." Dick moans.
"Don't act like I won't beat you up for that sexist comment later, Hunk Wonder." He pulls off my pyjama's leaving me in my underwear and bra, both black. He slowly moves onto of me, and I wrap my legs around him. He cups my breast in a hand, while the other moves like it's disabling a bomb as he unclasps my bra. I moan into his chest. I swear he smiles. Something hard hits my stomach. Huh. Never actually thought about a guy ever having an erection over me. Dick slowly peels of my underwear. I pull off his boxers.
"Condom?" I ask stupidly, common sense taking over for a second. He pulls one from God knows where. "Oh, man, Dick, you-oh, ohhh." I moan. One of his hands moves skilfully around my breast, the other clenching and unclenching my ass. The door slides open, and standing in the soft yellow glow is Zatanna, Dick's ex girlfriend.
