A Little Less Conversation
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shankieFirst response to Merfilly's JLU fanfic challenge.
(I'll post a comment once I'm done with all of these)
Happy birthday, Mer! :D
A Little Less Conversation
Flash/Wonder Woman
NC-17
"No really, you've been to a club? You?"
"Why is that so hard to believe, Flash?" Diana replied, only a little miffed. Flash was always constantly reminding everyone of just how young and 'hip', she supposed the word was. Did he think the rest of them never had fun? "Do you need proof?"
"Well yeah! I mean, well, I guess." Flash then got wide-eyed and snapped his attention completely to her, instead of the magazine he was reading, for once in the conversation. "Wait, do you mean, you want to go... to go out sometime?"
She laughed at his sudden mix of shock and disbelief, in spite of herself.
"If you think you're up to it," she answered with an amused smile.
"For you Princess? Anything."
* * *
It was a week before Diana came to talk to Wally again about... dare he believe it?.. a date.
Okay, maybe not really a date. A 'going out together to be off-duty superheroes' thing. Like movies with John and bar-hopping with Shayera. Fun. Heh.
So why was it so hard to find a response when she so casually walked up, and says, in a way that he's sure she's not intentionally making intentionally irresistibly seductive. Of course not. She was like... Wonder Woman. An amazon...
Oh yeah, and she was talking.
"Tonight at nine, meet me at my apartment?"
"Oh, yeah, that'd be..." He swallowed the crack out of his voice. "Fine."
"Great. I'll see you then."
She beamed a smile that could woo a god and just turned with an unconcious brush of her long, dark hair, and walked away, her perfect round hips swaying ever so slightly, but in that... 'I'm badass enough to fight anyone in this room' way.
He was staring, okay.
At some point he reeled in his jaw and transported down to the surface so he could run his head back on straight.
'Nine o'clock. New York City. Clubbing. The most gorgeous woman in all of creation. Woah now Wally.'
Then he was nothing but unbelievably excited, and ran home to pick out a good pair of pants.
* * *
She wasn't sure what she was really expecting, when she opened the door just as the clock's second-hand hit the top notch and, right on cue, a hesitant voice came over her apartment's intercom system.
What she got, when he was standing in her doorway almost immediately, took her a little aback.
She'd seen him in civilian clothes, once. And his uniform left little to be imagined. But this was an entirely different person, yet... the same.
A black shirt, with the top few buttons loose, revealing the slightest wisp of red hair on freckled, lightly tanned skin, and pale blue eyes she's somehow never noticed before looking out from almost messy red hair.
A smile revealing none of his previous hesitation.
"We should have done this a long time ago if I knew you were wearing that."
She glanced down at her long red dress cut up the thigh, then back at him with a smirk.
"I suppose that was your idea of a compliment."
"Well, sure," he replied with a grin. "So, where are we going?"
"You'll see."
* * *
With her hair up and her uniform replaced with... silk... she still was her. And there was no hiding it. No wonder she'd never tried to make a secret identity. It'd never work. She parted the seas of people before her like some kind of magic, in the place they were in... not that he'd caught the name or even saw the bouncer.
And then... she began to dance.
He didn't know much about Greek culture, but apparently, he was sorely wrong about that. He couldn't think of the right words as she moved under flashing coloured lights and beckoned him over to join her like a siren. That was right. Sirens.
She could be tempting him to his death and he'd embrace it gladly.
The pounding beat wasn't designed for holding hands or chaste awkward embraces. He found the downbeat on his way over, finding no difficulty in making his way through the crowd, then somehow they were brushing the insides of the knees together and he was addicted to the thought of her skin.
Diana looked down at him with those eyes like oceans, and he was the only man there.
Her hand was on his chest and then brushing down his side, and he forgot where they were.
She leaned down and pressed her warm, full lips against his, and he couldn't remember ever existing outside this moment.
He closed his eyes, only to open them again and check if it was really happening and not some hallucination, but she was still there, parting her lips and sliding her tongue along his ever so briefly, her eyelashes fluttering against her flushed cheeks.
It took him a moment to recover and realize she was still dancing, and he tried to follow her movements with his own, finally leaning over to her ear and asking the inevitable question;
"Why did you do that?"
"I don't think you in Man's World would understand."
"So explain it to me." He blinked even as the words came out of his mouth, still not entirely sure if that was a good thing to be asking... well... her. Maybe she wouldn't take it as an utterly... or at least totally overtureish kind of thing.
But she did.
And then they were flying over New York, the cool night air brushing over them both as she soared into the air. Was it strange, how this seemed like the first time he'd ever been carried into the sky in her arms?
There was no gunfire or chaos beneath them, just the fading noise of traffic and emerging stars above them as they went high up, into the chilly wind he could barely feel. He brushed his hand on her perfect cheek, and those perfect eyes looked into his.
"Why?" he asked breathlessly.
"I am Greek," she replied.
It was a good enough answer for him, even if he didn't really understand.
That wasn't important anymore, as her tongue was in his mouth again and he felt buttons popping on a shirt that he could do without.
Her body under the silk sliding across her hips under his hand was smooth and round he couldn't stop his mind's mantra... 'perfect... perfect... perfect'. He couldn't hear the city underneath them anymore, and dared not look down... or wonder how she was keeping such a good grip on him and still managed to unbutton his pants and... 'oh god...' slide her long-fingered hand down.
He looked at her with lust-heavy eyes, then began cradling one of her breasts in his hand, the other arm braced behind her back, licking between her cleavage before he began sucking on her skin until he gently played with her nipple with his teeth through the damp fabric.
Wally was only more helplessly aroused as it made her gasp and moan, the most incredible noise he could imagine.
At some point her underwear ended up likely in the harbour far below them, and she stroked his erection until he was buried in her, more sweet and amazing than any fantasy he'd had of her... and them.
She couldn't be real, moaning and straining against his body, but every thrust that threatened to make him lose his mind in pleasure said differently.
It was something like a long, slow eternity before he finally gave into the feeling exploding through his body and heard husky cries that he realized were, at least partially, his own. Somewhere she'd become horizontal and he was laying on top of her, resting exhausted on her chest, their clothes fluttering in the wind.
For a long while, there was silence, and he stroked her skin gently to keep him in a grip on the reality of it.
"That was the best explanation I've ever gotten," he finally said, breaking the quiet as she began to laugh.
* * *
Wally hummed as he fairly skipped through the Watchtower for monitor duty. He'd left Diana with more kissing and touching and all those impossible, addicting things, and showered up for an obligation he'd almost... and would have liked to... just pretend to forget.
Just this once.
But here he was, whistling a little-off key and walking up behind Batman, who was no doubt anxious to get back to Gotham.
"Heyya Bats, ready to get relieved?"
Batman looked up at him with... what was that expression? A smirk maybe? And just got up and walked past him.
Wally sat down, and then heard that low, dark voice speak.
"I had to filter some interesting satellite footage from New York City a few hours ago. You'll be happy to know it didn't get recorded in the Watchtower data banks."
Then Wally just blinked, and looked over his shoulder, but he was just walking away with his black cape fluttering dramatically behind him.
"Wait, does that mean it got recorded somewhere else?" He leapt up quickly. "Hey, Bats, wait!"
(I'll post a comment once I'm done with all of these)
Happy birthday, Mer! :D
A Little Less Conversation
Flash/Wonder Woman
NC-17
"No really, you've been to a club? You?"
"Why is that so hard to believe, Flash?" Diana replied, only a little miffed. Flash was always constantly reminding everyone of just how young and 'hip', she supposed the word was. Did he think the rest of them never had fun? "Do you need proof?"
"Well yeah! I mean, well, I guess." Flash then got wide-eyed and snapped his attention completely to her, instead of the magazine he was reading, for once in the conversation. "Wait, do you mean, you want to go... to go out sometime?"
She laughed at his sudden mix of shock and disbelief, in spite of herself.
"If you think you're up to it," she answered with an amused smile.
"For you Princess? Anything."
It was a week before Diana came to talk to Wally again about... dare he believe it?.. a date.
Okay, maybe not really a date. A 'going out together to be off-duty superheroes' thing. Like movies with John and bar-hopping with Shayera. Fun. Heh.
So why was it so hard to find a response when she so casually walked up, and says, in a way that he's sure she's not intentionally making intentionally irresistibly seductive. Of course not. She was like... Wonder Woman. An amazon...
Oh yeah, and she was talking.
"Tonight at nine, meet me at my apartment?"
"Oh, yeah, that'd be..." He swallowed the crack out of his voice. "Fine."
"Great. I'll see you then."
She beamed a smile that could woo a god and just turned with an unconcious brush of her long, dark hair, and walked away, her perfect round hips swaying ever so slightly, but in that... 'I'm badass enough to fight anyone in this room' way.
He was staring, okay.
At some point he reeled in his jaw and transported down to the surface so he could run his head back on straight.
'Nine o'clock. New York City. Clubbing. The most gorgeous woman in all of creation. Woah now Wally.'
Then he was nothing but unbelievably excited, and ran home to pick out a good pair of pants.
She wasn't sure what she was really expecting, when she opened the door just as the clock's second-hand hit the top notch and, right on cue, a hesitant voice came over her apartment's intercom system.
What she got, when he was standing in her doorway almost immediately, took her a little aback.
She'd seen him in civilian clothes, once. And his uniform left little to be imagined. But this was an entirely different person, yet... the same.
A black shirt, with the top few buttons loose, revealing the slightest wisp of red hair on freckled, lightly tanned skin, and pale blue eyes she's somehow never noticed before looking out from almost messy red hair.
A smile revealing none of his previous hesitation.
"We should have done this a long time ago if I knew you were wearing that."
She glanced down at her long red dress cut up the thigh, then back at him with a smirk.
"I suppose that was your idea of a compliment."
"Well, sure," he replied with a grin. "So, where are we going?"
"You'll see."
With her hair up and her uniform replaced with... silk... she still was her. And there was no hiding it. No wonder she'd never tried to make a secret identity. It'd never work. She parted the seas of people before her like some kind of magic, in the place they were in... not that he'd caught the name or even saw the bouncer.
And then... she began to dance.
He didn't know much about Greek culture, but apparently, he was sorely wrong about that. He couldn't think of the right words as she moved under flashing coloured lights and beckoned him over to join her like a siren. That was right. Sirens.
She could be tempting him to his death and he'd embrace it gladly.
The pounding beat wasn't designed for holding hands or chaste awkward embraces. He found the downbeat on his way over, finding no difficulty in making his way through the crowd, then somehow they were brushing the insides of the knees together and he was addicted to the thought of her skin.
Diana looked down at him with those eyes like oceans, and he was the only man there.
Her hand was on his chest and then brushing down his side, and he forgot where they were.
She leaned down and pressed her warm, full lips against his, and he couldn't remember ever existing outside this moment.
He closed his eyes, only to open them again and check if it was really happening and not some hallucination, but she was still there, parting her lips and sliding her tongue along his ever so briefly, her eyelashes fluttering against her flushed cheeks.
It took him a moment to recover and realize she was still dancing, and he tried to follow her movements with his own, finally leaning over to her ear and asking the inevitable question;
"Why did you do that?"
"I don't think you in Man's World would understand."
"So explain it to me." He blinked even as the words came out of his mouth, still not entirely sure if that was a good thing to be asking... well... her. Maybe she wouldn't take it as an utterly... or at least totally overtureish kind of thing.
But she did.
And then they were flying over New York, the cool night air brushing over them both as she soared into the air. Was it strange, how this seemed like the first time he'd ever been carried into the sky in her arms?
There was no gunfire or chaos beneath them, just the fading noise of traffic and emerging stars above them as they went high up, into the chilly wind he could barely feel. He brushed his hand on her perfect cheek, and those perfect eyes looked into his.
"Why?" he asked breathlessly.
"I am Greek," she replied.
It was a good enough answer for him, even if he didn't really understand.
That wasn't important anymore, as her tongue was in his mouth again and he felt buttons popping on a shirt that he could do without.
Her body under the silk sliding across her hips under his hand was smooth and round he couldn't stop his mind's mantra... 'perfect... perfect... perfect'. He couldn't hear the city underneath them anymore, and dared not look down... or wonder how she was keeping such a good grip on him and still managed to unbutton his pants and... 'oh god...' slide her long-fingered hand down.
He looked at her with lust-heavy eyes, then began cradling one of her breasts in his hand, the other arm braced behind her back, licking between her cleavage before he began sucking on her skin until he gently played with her nipple with his teeth through the damp fabric.
Wally was only more helplessly aroused as it made her gasp and moan, the most incredible noise he could imagine.
At some point her underwear ended up likely in the harbour far below them, and she stroked his erection until he was buried in her, more sweet and amazing than any fantasy he'd had of her... and them.
She couldn't be real, moaning and straining against his body, but every thrust that threatened to make him lose his mind in pleasure said differently.
It was something like a long, slow eternity before he finally gave into the feeling exploding through his body and heard husky cries that he realized were, at least partially, his own. Somewhere she'd become horizontal and he was laying on top of her, resting exhausted on her chest, their clothes fluttering in the wind.
For a long while, there was silence, and he stroked her skin gently to keep him in a grip on the reality of it.
"That was the best explanation I've ever gotten," he finally said, breaking the quiet as she began to laugh.
Wally hummed as he fairly skipped through the Watchtower for monitor duty. He'd left Diana with more kissing and touching and all those impossible, addicting things, and showered up for an obligation he'd almost... and would have liked to... just pretend to forget.
Just this once.
But here he was, whistling a little-off key and walking up behind Batman, who was no doubt anxious to get back to Gotham.
"Heyya Bats, ready to get relieved?"
Batman looked up at him with... what was that expression? A smirk maybe? And just got up and walked past him.
Wally sat down, and then heard that low, dark voice speak.
"I had to filter some interesting satellite footage from New York City a few hours ago. You'll be happy to know it didn't get recorded in the Watchtower data banks."
Then Wally just blinked, and looked over his shoulder, but he was just walking away with his black cape fluttering dramatically behind him.
"Wait, does that mean it got recorded somewhere else?" He leapt up quickly. "Hey, Bats, wait!"
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