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thejusticelounge2012-08-12 12:06 pm
bossymarmalade) wrote in thejusticelounge2012-08-12 12:06 pm
happy trails
He was glad she was able to see him; it had been a few days since they’d talked, everyone in the League was still decompressing, healing, licking their wounds, taking whatever steps they needed to to recover from the emotional impact of what had collectively happened to them. Some, Guy thought grimly, would take longer than others.
The conflict with the Eden Corps and the League of Assassins hadn’t finished inflicting its pain, though; there would be at least one more casualty as a result, before he left this place. The door opened to him, and they exchanged smiles.
“Hello, Dinah.”
“Guy,” Dinah said, her smile slightly tired. It’d been a long couple of days—the amount of everything that had come and gone was so daunting that she was pretty sure she’d only taken in a small portion of it, along with the endgame. Everything had turned out okay in the big picture.
But that was the big picture. Everything else, it seemed, showed cracks, from hairline fractures to full-on shards.
“Come in, do you want a beer?” she asked. Her injuries, while better, probably wouldn’t be best suited for alcohol, and she did have some bottles just sitting around. “Coffee or something?”
She tried not to think about the last time he’d been here, considering it hadn’t been…ideal.
“Water’d be great, actually,” he replied, closing the door behind him and shutting out the heat of Star City’s early-evening. He looked around, the place hadn’t changed much since he’d last seen it, when he and Kyle had come to arrest Jason. “How are you feeling? Your shoulder still sore?”
He and Kyle had spent as much time as they could during the crisis using their power rings to accelerate the healing on her worst injuries: a nasty concussion from being pistol-whipped, and a through-and-through bullet wound to her shoulder. What concerned him more, though, was what his ring couldn’t heal: her emotional trauma.
“It stings a little,” Dinah said, wryly. Hell, it stung a lot—the Lanterns were getting pretty good at the healing thing, but they couldn’t completely regenerate nerve damage after a delay like that. She went back in through the house, going into the kitchen to get him some water from the filter. It disconcerted her, a little, Guy turning down the offer of a beer.
It almost made her think something was up, but then again, right now everything seemed to be that way. She couldn’t even seem to figure out her own brain right now; initially she had thought it was the concussion, but despite being told there was no lasting damage, the feeling of discontent had lingered. Maybe Guy was feeling it too.
“But thank you,” she said, coming back with a water glass for him and a glass of 7-Up for herself. Her fingers brushed his as she handed it over, and she gave him a slight smile, though it sort of felt like following a script, like that was what she was supposed to be doing. “Without you and Kyle…I don’t know how long I’d have been sitting in the hospital.”
Dinah settled into an armchair, tried to appraise the expression on Guy’s face. She couldn’t place it.
“Thanks,” he accepted the water, and took a thirsty swallow. “With how determined they seemed to be to target you, I could hardly leave you in an Idaho hospital downstream from a leaky dam, now, could I?” he grinned at her over the glass, making as much of a joke of the very real appraisal of her situation at the time…but he didn’t feel the humour.
He hadn’t felt a lot of positive between them lately, in fact. He may have started noticing the strain between them first, the increasing distance, the growing difficulty in understanding one another, but surely Dinah wasn’t entirely oblivious to her own changes in personality…or was she? He sucked back a deep breath and plowed forward. This wasn’t going to be pleasant.
“Dinah…we need to talk about some stuff. I’m worried about you, about what I’m seeing in you lately, and it’s getting too hard to just pass off as something minor or easily fixable. I want to help, but at the same time, I think it’s time we both admitted…this isn’t working, you and me.”
Admittedly, Dinah had guessed it from ‘we need to talk about some stuff’, but that didn’t mean it was easy to hear. She inhaled, slowly, then bit her lip for a second, trying to put what she was going to say in order, untangle where she was going.
That was the problem, after all, wasn’t it?
“Guy,” she said quietly, looking at him for a second before looking down into her glass. “…Yeah. It’d be lying to say I don’t understand what you mean. What you’re saying. Because I’ve noticed it too; it feels like I don’t have a direction, anymore, that I don’t have the right kind of mindset for doing this whole thing, for being part of the League. I don’t have a sense of what I personally want, much less what the greater good is.”
Sighing, she looked up at him again. “It seems like my interests and the League’s have diverged, but I honestly don’t know how or why. I was thinking…to be honest, Guy, I was thinking about a break anyway. And if you’re saying we shouldn’t see each other, uh, romantically…”
She didn’t really have anything tying her, to keep her from going. Not really. Ollie’d probably give her some grief…or maybe not, considering his own take on things lately.
He was struggling with a gentle way to confirm what she was saying. “Hon, I’ve just never seen you this…well, emotionally high-strung, or impulsive, before.” He glanced down, feeling bad. “There are things about you I love, like your strength, your skill…but most of all, your confidence. When I came back, and saw you’d broken up with Ollie, I jumped at the chance to be with you. You strength of spirit you had back in the day, I just figured, it was still there.”
Guy leaned forward and touched the side of her face gently. He hated doing this, but he was scared if he didn’t, she’d end up getting killed sooner or later - possibly taking others with her. “Somewhere, somehow, you’ve lost that confidence and wisdom you were legendary for. Something’s changed, and the only one who can answer why or how is yourself. I know you can get it back. A break from the League is probably what’ll help you find it again.” He kissed her temple, “You are way too strong and mature a woman to be playing ‘damsel in distress’. This isn’t you. Not the real you.”
Dinah winced a little at what Guy had to say, though deep down she knew that he was telling the truth as he saw it, and probably close to what she felt herself. She closed her eyes for a second, worried at her lower lip, then nodded a little.
“I don’t know what happened,” she admitted. “If it was breaking up with Ollie, because we’d been together so long, or maybe the fact that I started having feelings for Bruce…or maybe it’s just the League, things right now are so damn twisted, Guy. I don’t know what my place is in it or how I feel about that. And I have to figure that out. I have to stop thinking about myself from the perspective of being someone’s partner, get back to where I was.”
She twisted her lips and looked at him. “I need the time, and I need to get out of Star City, away from the Watchtower. You’re right about that. And I’m sorry that it didn’t work out, Guy, I really am, because it could have been a lot of fun.”
The fact that it didn’t hurt as much as she’d thought it would at the onset was probably a sign, Dinah realized, of just how confused she was.
He didn’t realize just how emotionally wearing his situation with Dinah had become until the sense of relief washed over him when she accepted the truth without fighting him about it. If she’d fallen into denial about her current state, it would have been a long and painful battle to get her the help she needed. He put an arm around her, feeling so much lighter himself, and pulled her gently to him, kissing her hair. “There were times it was a lot of fun, Gorgeous. There’s no denying that. You’re a class act and a half.”
Dinah blushed slightly, sort of glad that her face was hidden by her hair, mostly because her mind went immediately to certain times that it had been pretty damn fun indeed. It wasn’t like either of them weren’t…enthusiastic, after all. Not that she knew many adult hero-types that weren’t, except for Bruce; it sort of came with the job.
“I don’t know if I feel that way, like a class act,” she said, and pressed a little further into him, brushing her hair back behind her ears so she could look up and give him a sheepish smile. “Which is part of the whole problem, I know. Guy…”
In looking at him, she was trying to read his face, because there was something in the way he was holding her that was…
Well, you didn’t get anywhere unless you asked.
“One more time for the road?” she asked, her smile turning more coy than anything else.
“Why, Black Canary,” his tender smile transformed easily into a wicked grin, “I didn’t know mind-reading was among your abilities…” He reached up, dissolving the gloves of his uniform as he did, and gently brushed aside the hair from her face to place a long kiss upon her lips.
“One more time for the road?” she asked, her smile turning more coy than anything else.
“Why, Black Canary,” his tender smile transformed easily into a wicked grin, “I didn’t know mind-reading was among your abilities…” He reached up, dissolving the gloves of his uniform as he did, and gently brushed aside the hair from her face to place a long kiss upon her lips.
Dinah smirked for a second, even more coy, then moved up into his lap to be even closer to him. “Oh, it’s not,” she said, leaning into the kiss, her hand trailing fingertips against his jaw. “But I figured it was an educated guess. After all, we should maybe have a good memory to go on, don’t you think?”
Shifting a little, she moved to straddle him, mostly because it was a little more comfortable, and partially just to see how much he’d enjoy it.
“Mm-hmm,” he agreed, the light-construct uniform he was wearing having no problem adjusting to his erection. One hand snaked up her muscular thigh and around her backside, the other made its way behind her head to pull her down into another kiss.
Letting her straighten again, his hand migrated to her bosom, and he pressed his face to her cleavage to kiss her breasts.
“Oh, damn, Guy,” Dinah murmured, teeth dragging momentarily against her lower lip as she subconsciously rocked her hips forward into his. Reluctantly, she let go of him so that she could ease away just enough to pull off her shirt, giving him far better access than he had had a moment before. Not that teasing wasn’t fun, but she needed a little more than that.
This was one thing that they always had been good at, together, at least, she thought, and moved back up against him. “I’m half tempted just to say screw it and do this right here.” Though it wouldn’t be that comfortable, she guessed.
With that cue he reached around her again, and pulled her hips tightly against himself. Aided by his ring so it seemed like no effort at all, he rose from the armchair with her topless and still straddling him, and walked with her like that to the bedroom, growling seductively. By the time they reached her bed, he had finished dismissing his uniform entirely and stood holding her clad only in his boxer shorts.
“I’d rather tempt you in other ways,” he tried to sound witty, and ran his lips over her collarbone before climbing onto the bed as he lay her back upon the mattress.
Dinah could feel the slow, steady pulse of need between her legs, and she found that the only way to stop making it so damn insistent was to lean forward as Guy picked her up, nibbling at his neck and down to his shoulder. By the time he’d let her down to the bed, even that hadn’t worked at taming the desire that ran through her.
“Well, you’d better show me, then,” she replied, and slid her hand under the elastic of his boxers, against his hip—just his hip, for now, just to be a pain in the ass.
“Rascal,” his lips curled into a mischievous smile, and his bare hands worked the button of her jeans, as he bent to kiss her just above her navel. He exposed the black cotton panties beneath, smug that he’d finally caught her “underdressed” for the occasion of sex. Not that he didn’t appreciate the Victoria Secret stuff she modelled, but this only added to the spontaneity and drove him even more.
The jeans came down over her thighs, teasingly leaving her panties in place, and with gentleness but efficiency he removed them all the way from her legs using his hands. Crawling slowly on hands and knees back up to her, he grinned ferally; they were on even ground once more, just one item to go. No hands, this time, as he crouched down and hooked his teeth over her waistband.
Dinah grit her teeth as he teased her, ground her hips against the bed as he took things far too slow for her rising desire, especially with his mouth just there, inches from where she wanted him. Guy was fairly talented with his tongue, and she suppressed a shiver of anticipation for that, or his cock, or whatever he wanted to give her. She felt, for a few seconds, a wave of sadness that this was it, the last hurrah, but she decided to forget it for now, give herself a good memory.
“Yeah, sweetheart,” she murmured, reaching down and tangling fingers in his hair, her breath catching as she did and as his teeth grazed her skin, then her back arched a little. “Please…just a little more.”
Guy drew her panties down as Dinah obligingly raised her hips to help, feeling the same momentary shock he always did when the curtains didn’t match the drapes. Not enough to turn him off, but he was so used to seeing Canary as a blonde he’d forget she wasn’t so naturally. Moving up and taking her cotton panties all the way off with one hand, Guy kissed the inside of one strong, defined thigh as he put his hands against her satin skin and gently parted her legs. Her muscles flexed under his bare hands as Dinah helped spread her legs wide, fingers insistent in his hair.
“Oh, I’m plannin’ on more than a little, Gorgeous. I’m plannin’ on a lot more.” After all the time he’d spent flying to Oa and around space doing Corps and Honour Guard work, using his ring to activate a Lantern shield around him took barely any effort at all. Guy leaned in between Dinah’s legs with a wicked grin, licking the crease of each thigh where they met the firm swell of her backside. He tried his best to lose himself in the moment and not think about what would come next, the aftermath. Right now he was going to give Dinah the best going-away present Guy could offer a lady. They had done this before, but Guy was proud that he’d come up with this brilliant idea because with his Lantern shield? He wouldn’t have to breathe.
Shivering with tension, Dinah arched her back, raised her knees upwards on either side of him so that she could plant her feet more firmly on the bed, get a little more leverage. The faint flash of green light was slightly startling, made her blink once and sit up a little before she decided that yes, Guy knew what he was doing, and she eased back into lying down. It was slightly disappointing, as she found she couldn’t run her fingers through his hair, but what he was doing, and what she figured he was planning, made this good enough that she didn’t really mind.
“You’re teasing,” she murmured, shivering at the brush of his lips against some of the most sensitive skin on her body. “Oh, god, Guy, come on…” The close proximity made her ache, press her rear back down into the bed.
“Yeah, but it’s a good tease, right hon?” Guy didn’t wait for Dinah to answer his rhetorical question. The movement of her hips and the scent of her arousal told him all he needed to know. Licking his lips, he moved closer into her, settling his shoulders square against her thighs before slowly tasting her. Dinah sighed gratefully and Guy kept from grinning to himself, knowing that with the Lantern shield doing the breathing for him he could be down here a long, long time. Dinah and him would part ways with her having had an experience that no other man could ever or had ever given her.
That thought in his mind, Guy ran his tongue along the pink folds of her, the wet of his mouth meeting the wet of Dinah’s core. He spent a good amount of time exploring every nook and cranny of her with his tongue, his lips, now and again the barest scrape of his teeth, making sure it was all a long continuous movement. With no need to stop and catch his breath, Guy could make Dinah overcharged with sensation from his mouth never leaving her wetness.
He danced his tongue around the gleaming pink pearl mounted at the apex of her, not touching it, not yet. Guy wanted Dinah to be strung out so high on the skill of his constantly-moving tongue that when he did get there, her most sensitive spot, she would completely lose it.
“Oh, you know it’s good, you don’t need me to tell you,” Dinah replied with a soft laugh, though it was cut short by an involuntary gasp as Guy’s tongue met her, and she trembled a little as he moved. He was slow, completely deliberate, exasperatingly so (though like hell she was going to tell him to stop). Her brow furrowed and she bit her lower lip as the need for him increased, could feel herself getting wetter by the second.
Since she couldn’t take his hair, pull him to where she wanted to go, she ended up simply digging her fingernails into the bed, clawing at the sheets a little in frustration, as she arched her hips up into his mouth. Even so, he simply kept on moving, never staying anywhere for too long, and it was becoming almost painfully obvious that he was avoiding her clit on purpose. Not that she was particularly good at giving him hell about it at the moment, too wound up to think straight, to put together a sentence. “Guy,” she murmured, hoarse from desire. “Oh my god, Guy, please.”
Her body begged him as much, or more, than the words she could get out, hair wild and in her face, hips thrusting downwards towards him, juices running from her.
When he heard her start to beg, that high keening lilt to her voice, Guy knew that Dinah wouldn’t be able to take this constantly-moving attention from his tongue for much longer. Still, he made another circuit between her legs, even taking the time to plant a few kisses and nibbles on the insides of her thighs, before going in where Dinah wanted him most of all.
Guy closed his mouth over the glistening pink of her clit, and he was glad for the Lantern shield currently protecting him because Dinah’s thighs immediately slammed around his head. Which was no simple matter easily brushed off when her thighs were registered deadly weapons. Still not needing to move up or away for a breath, Guy rubbed his hands along her legs and held where he was. After so much teasing up to the main event, just having his mouth closed on her like this was enough. He’d give her a moment to collect herself, but not too much, before he even attempted to use his tongue.
Man, he was good.
Dinah had reacted without thinking, though it was pretty fortunate that Guy did have that shield going on, because she was currently not really operating on a level of conscious thought anymore. Not with his mouth on her clit, so hot and wet that it made her thighs tremble even as they caught him and wouldn’t let him go.
Without realizing it, she was keening, a soft desperate sound from her throat. Because this, his mouth just there, wasn’t quite enough, just shy of the friction that she needed to reach completion. Eventually, she caught her breath, calmed enough to gulp and open her eyes from where they’d been squeezed shut, though she was still bucking a little into him. She needed more, needed to come or needed his cock or his fingers or something, anything more than this. “Damn it, Guy,” she breathed, almost angry. “More.”
He’d prolonged this as much as was possible, now. Drawing his fingers down from her knee to his mouth, feeling the quality of the skin on Dinah’s leg change from soft to impossibly satiny, Guy snaked two fingers inside of her. He had to shut his eyes for a moment when he felt her velvety tunnel clamp down on his hand, forcefully reminding him of the times they’d screwed before this, what it felt like to be on top of her, filling her, watching her face as they both went over the edge.
Once more into the breach, as they said, and with his “sinews” stiffened, all right. For Guy, Dinah, and old times.
Pressing his twinned fingers slowly in and out, Guy laved the flat of his tongue against Dinah’s clit, tasting her salt and musk for the last time, moving his tongue ceaselessly over this most sensitive part of her. She had to be going crazy now, with his fingers stroking masterfully inside her and his tongue dancing heavenly patterns over her delicate pink flesh. Unless Dinah decided to hook up with another GL in the future, Guy was betting she’d never have an experience as mind-blowing as this again. Pardon the pun.
Gasping, Dinah arched her back as Guy slipped his fingers inside her and clenched down around him hard enough that he could barely move for a moment. His hands were large, strong, with long fingers, and she’d always enjoyed having him finger her before…but this, along with his mouth, was almost too much. He was moving slowly, deliberately, like he was going to draw this out as long as he possibly could.
It was a little sad to think that there was a reason for that, so Dinah didn’t. Instead, she rocked into his hand, providing a counterpoint for each of his movements, and her eyes rolled back as his tongue flicked just the right places again and again and again. Shifting a little, she found the perfect angle for his fingertips, throwing her head back against the pillows with a soft, utterly pleased cry. It only took a few moments more for the world to blur around her, streak to white as the pleasure overcame her, and she surrendered to orgasm, to his touch.
When Guy heard Dinah make that little chirping cry, true to her name as the Canary, he knew he’d succeeded in his goal. When the silky tightness of her went into overdrive, so feverishly that the mouth of her opening was kissing the base of his fingers, Guy realized that he’d surpassed even what he’d intended. Not bad for a goodbye lap around the track.
For the first time since he’d started this crusade, he came up for air, letting the lantern shield dissipate so he could join Dinah in losing herself to the sensation, the smell and heat and pulse of her wild near-sobbing as she crested over the building waves of pleasure. It wasn’t even like Guy was concerned with his own physical pleasure at this moment. It was satisfying enough watching Dinah’s orgasm take her over, knowing that he’d been the one to bring her to this plateau of desire fulfilled, in the most amazing way she’d ever experience.
The conflict with the Eden Corps and the League of Assassins hadn’t finished inflicting its pain, though; there would be at least one more casualty as a result, before he left this place. The door opened to him, and they exchanged smiles.
“Hello, Dinah.”
“Guy,” Dinah said, her smile slightly tired. It’d been a long couple of days—the amount of everything that had come and gone was so daunting that she was pretty sure she’d only taken in a small portion of it, along with the endgame. Everything had turned out okay in the big picture.
But that was the big picture. Everything else, it seemed, showed cracks, from hairline fractures to full-on shards.
“Come in, do you want a beer?” she asked. Her injuries, while better, probably wouldn’t be best suited for alcohol, and she did have some bottles just sitting around. “Coffee or something?”
She tried not to think about the last time he’d been here, considering it hadn’t been…ideal.
“Water’d be great, actually,” he replied, closing the door behind him and shutting out the heat of Star City’s early-evening. He looked around, the place hadn’t changed much since he’d last seen it, when he and Kyle had come to arrest Jason. “How are you feeling? Your shoulder still sore?”
He and Kyle had spent as much time as they could during the crisis using their power rings to accelerate the healing on her worst injuries: a nasty concussion from being pistol-whipped, and a through-and-through bullet wound to her shoulder. What concerned him more, though, was what his ring couldn’t heal: her emotional trauma.
“It stings a little,” Dinah said, wryly. Hell, it stung a lot—the Lanterns were getting pretty good at the healing thing, but they couldn’t completely regenerate nerve damage after a delay like that. She went back in through the house, going into the kitchen to get him some water from the filter. It disconcerted her, a little, Guy turning down the offer of a beer.
It almost made her think something was up, but then again, right now everything seemed to be that way. She couldn’t even seem to figure out her own brain right now; initially she had thought it was the concussion, but despite being told there was no lasting damage, the feeling of discontent had lingered. Maybe Guy was feeling it too.
“But thank you,” she said, coming back with a water glass for him and a glass of 7-Up for herself. Her fingers brushed his as she handed it over, and she gave him a slight smile, though it sort of felt like following a script, like that was what she was supposed to be doing. “Without you and Kyle…I don’t know how long I’d have been sitting in the hospital.”
Dinah settled into an armchair, tried to appraise the expression on Guy’s face. She couldn’t place it.
“Thanks,” he accepted the water, and took a thirsty swallow. “With how determined they seemed to be to target you, I could hardly leave you in an Idaho hospital downstream from a leaky dam, now, could I?” he grinned at her over the glass, making as much of a joke of the very real appraisal of her situation at the time…but he didn’t feel the humour.
He hadn’t felt a lot of positive between them lately, in fact. He may have started noticing the strain between them first, the increasing distance, the growing difficulty in understanding one another, but surely Dinah wasn’t entirely oblivious to her own changes in personality…or was she? He sucked back a deep breath and plowed forward. This wasn’t going to be pleasant.
“Dinah…we need to talk about some stuff. I’m worried about you, about what I’m seeing in you lately, and it’s getting too hard to just pass off as something minor or easily fixable. I want to help, but at the same time, I think it’s time we both admitted…this isn’t working, you and me.”
Admittedly, Dinah had guessed it from ‘we need to talk about some stuff’, but that didn’t mean it was easy to hear. She inhaled, slowly, then bit her lip for a second, trying to put what she was going to say in order, untangle where she was going.
That was the problem, after all, wasn’t it?
“Guy,” she said quietly, looking at him for a second before looking down into her glass. “…Yeah. It’d be lying to say I don’t understand what you mean. What you’re saying. Because I’ve noticed it too; it feels like I don’t have a direction, anymore, that I don’t have the right kind of mindset for doing this whole thing, for being part of the League. I don’t have a sense of what I personally want, much less what the greater good is.”
Sighing, she looked up at him again. “It seems like my interests and the League’s have diverged, but I honestly don’t know how or why. I was thinking…to be honest, Guy, I was thinking about a break anyway. And if you’re saying we shouldn’t see each other, uh, romantically…”
She didn’t really have anything tying her, to keep her from going. Not really. Ollie’d probably give her some grief…or maybe not, considering his own take on things lately.
He was struggling with a gentle way to confirm what she was saying. “Hon, I’ve just never seen you this…well, emotionally high-strung, or impulsive, before.” He glanced down, feeling bad. “There are things about you I love, like your strength, your skill…but most of all, your confidence. When I came back, and saw you’d broken up with Ollie, I jumped at the chance to be with you. You strength of spirit you had back in the day, I just figured, it was still there.”
Guy leaned forward and touched the side of her face gently. He hated doing this, but he was scared if he didn’t, she’d end up getting killed sooner or later - possibly taking others with her. “Somewhere, somehow, you’ve lost that confidence and wisdom you were legendary for. Something’s changed, and the only one who can answer why or how is yourself. I know you can get it back. A break from the League is probably what’ll help you find it again.” He kissed her temple, “You are way too strong and mature a woman to be playing ‘damsel in distress’. This isn’t you. Not the real you.”
Dinah winced a little at what Guy had to say, though deep down she knew that he was telling the truth as he saw it, and probably close to what she felt herself. She closed her eyes for a second, worried at her lower lip, then nodded a little.
“I don’t know what happened,” she admitted. “If it was breaking up with Ollie, because we’d been together so long, or maybe the fact that I started having feelings for Bruce…or maybe it’s just the League, things right now are so damn twisted, Guy. I don’t know what my place is in it or how I feel about that. And I have to figure that out. I have to stop thinking about myself from the perspective of being someone’s partner, get back to where I was.”
She twisted her lips and looked at him. “I need the time, and I need to get out of Star City, away from the Watchtower. You’re right about that. And I’m sorry that it didn’t work out, Guy, I really am, because it could have been a lot of fun.”
The fact that it didn’t hurt as much as she’d thought it would at the onset was probably a sign, Dinah realized, of just how confused she was.
He didn’t realize just how emotionally wearing his situation with Dinah had become until the sense of relief washed over him when she accepted the truth without fighting him about it. If she’d fallen into denial about her current state, it would have been a long and painful battle to get her the help she needed. He put an arm around her, feeling so much lighter himself, and pulled her gently to him, kissing her hair. “There were times it was a lot of fun, Gorgeous. There’s no denying that. You’re a class act and a half.”
Dinah blushed slightly, sort of glad that her face was hidden by her hair, mostly because her mind went immediately to certain times that it had been pretty damn fun indeed. It wasn’t like either of them weren’t…enthusiastic, after all. Not that she knew many adult hero-types that weren’t, except for Bruce; it sort of came with the job.
“I don’t know if I feel that way, like a class act,” she said, and pressed a little further into him, brushing her hair back behind her ears so she could look up and give him a sheepish smile. “Which is part of the whole problem, I know. Guy…”
In looking at him, she was trying to read his face, because there was something in the way he was holding her that was…
Well, you didn’t get anywhere unless you asked.
“One more time for the road?” she asked, her smile turning more coy than anything else.
“Why, Black Canary,” his tender smile transformed easily into a wicked grin, “I didn’t know mind-reading was among your abilities…” He reached up, dissolving the gloves of his uniform as he did, and gently brushed aside the hair from her face to place a long kiss upon her lips.
“One more time for the road?” she asked, her smile turning more coy than anything else.
“Why, Black Canary,” his tender smile transformed easily into a wicked grin, “I didn’t know mind-reading was among your abilities…” He reached up, dissolving the gloves of his uniform as he did, and gently brushed aside the hair from her face to place a long kiss upon her lips.
Dinah smirked for a second, even more coy, then moved up into his lap to be even closer to him. “Oh, it’s not,” she said, leaning into the kiss, her hand trailing fingertips against his jaw. “But I figured it was an educated guess. After all, we should maybe have a good memory to go on, don’t you think?”
Shifting a little, she moved to straddle him, mostly because it was a little more comfortable, and partially just to see how much he’d enjoy it.
“Mm-hmm,” he agreed, the light-construct uniform he was wearing having no problem adjusting to his erection. One hand snaked up her muscular thigh and around her backside, the other made its way behind her head to pull her down into another kiss.
Letting her straighten again, his hand migrated to her bosom, and he pressed his face to her cleavage to kiss her breasts.
“Oh, damn, Guy,” Dinah murmured, teeth dragging momentarily against her lower lip as she subconsciously rocked her hips forward into his. Reluctantly, she let go of him so that she could ease away just enough to pull off her shirt, giving him far better access than he had had a moment before. Not that teasing wasn’t fun, but she needed a little more than that.
This was one thing that they always had been good at, together, at least, she thought, and moved back up against him. “I’m half tempted just to say screw it and do this right here.” Though it wouldn’t be that comfortable, she guessed.
With that cue he reached around her again, and pulled her hips tightly against himself. Aided by his ring so it seemed like no effort at all, he rose from the armchair with her topless and still straddling him, and walked with her like that to the bedroom, growling seductively. By the time they reached her bed, he had finished dismissing his uniform entirely and stood holding her clad only in his boxer shorts.
“I’d rather tempt you in other ways,” he tried to sound witty, and ran his lips over her collarbone before climbing onto the bed as he lay her back upon the mattress.
Dinah could feel the slow, steady pulse of need between her legs, and she found that the only way to stop making it so damn insistent was to lean forward as Guy picked her up, nibbling at his neck and down to his shoulder. By the time he’d let her down to the bed, even that hadn’t worked at taming the desire that ran through her.
“Well, you’d better show me, then,” she replied, and slid her hand under the elastic of his boxers, against his hip—just his hip, for now, just to be a pain in the ass.
“Rascal,” his lips curled into a mischievous smile, and his bare hands worked the button of her jeans, as he bent to kiss her just above her navel. He exposed the black cotton panties beneath, smug that he’d finally caught her “underdressed” for the occasion of sex. Not that he didn’t appreciate the Victoria Secret stuff she modelled, but this only added to the spontaneity and drove him even more.
The jeans came down over her thighs, teasingly leaving her panties in place, and with gentleness but efficiency he removed them all the way from her legs using his hands. Crawling slowly on hands and knees back up to her, he grinned ferally; they were on even ground once more, just one item to go. No hands, this time, as he crouched down and hooked his teeth over her waistband.
Dinah grit her teeth as he teased her, ground her hips against the bed as he took things far too slow for her rising desire, especially with his mouth just there, inches from where she wanted him. Guy was fairly talented with his tongue, and she suppressed a shiver of anticipation for that, or his cock, or whatever he wanted to give her. She felt, for a few seconds, a wave of sadness that this was it, the last hurrah, but she decided to forget it for now, give herself a good memory.
“Yeah, sweetheart,” she murmured, reaching down and tangling fingers in his hair, her breath catching as she did and as his teeth grazed her skin, then her back arched a little. “Please…just a little more.”
Guy drew her panties down as Dinah obligingly raised her hips to help, feeling the same momentary shock he always did when the curtains didn’t match the drapes. Not enough to turn him off, but he was so used to seeing Canary as a blonde he’d forget she wasn’t so naturally. Moving up and taking her cotton panties all the way off with one hand, Guy kissed the inside of one strong, defined thigh as he put his hands against her satin skin and gently parted her legs. Her muscles flexed under his bare hands as Dinah helped spread her legs wide, fingers insistent in his hair.
“Oh, I’m plannin’ on more than a little, Gorgeous. I’m plannin’ on a lot more.” After all the time he’d spent flying to Oa and around space doing Corps and Honour Guard work, using his ring to activate a Lantern shield around him took barely any effort at all. Guy leaned in between Dinah’s legs with a wicked grin, licking the crease of each thigh where they met the firm swell of her backside. He tried his best to lose himself in the moment and not think about what would come next, the aftermath. Right now he was going to give Dinah the best going-away present Guy could offer a lady. They had done this before, but Guy was proud that he’d come up with this brilliant idea because with his Lantern shield? He wouldn’t have to breathe.
Shivering with tension, Dinah arched her back, raised her knees upwards on either side of him so that she could plant her feet more firmly on the bed, get a little more leverage. The faint flash of green light was slightly startling, made her blink once and sit up a little before she decided that yes, Guy knew what he was doing, and she eased back into lying down. It was slightly disappointing, as she found she couldn’t run her fingers through his hair, but what he was doing, and what she figured he was planning, made this good enough that she didn’t really mind.
“You’re teasing,” she murmured, shivering at the brush of his lips against some of the most sensitive skin on her body. “Oh, god, Guy, come on…” The close proximity made her ache, press her rear back down into the bed.
“Yeah, but it’s a good tease, right hon?” Guy didn’t wait for Dinah to answer his rhetorical question. The movement of her hips and the scent of her arousal told him all he needed to know. Licking his lips, he moved closer into her, settling his shoulders square against her thighs before slowly tasting her. Dinah sighed gratefully and Guy kept from grinning to himself, knowing that with the Lantern shield doing the breathing for him he could be down here a long, long time. Dinah and him would part ways with her having had an experience that no other man could ever or had ever given her.
That thought in his mind, Guy ran his tongue along the pink folds of her, the wet of his mouth meeting the wet of Dinah’s core. He spent a good amount of time exploring every nook and cranny of her with his tongue, his lips, now and again the barest scrape of his teeth, making sure it was all a long continuous movement. With no need to stop and catch his breath, Guy could make Dinah overcharged with sensation from his mouth never leaving her wetness.
He danced his tongue around the gleaming pink pearl mounted at the apex of her, not touching it, not yet. Guy wanted Dinah to be strung out so high on the skill of his constantly-moving tongue that when he did get there, her most sensitive spot, she would completely lose it.
“Oh, you know it’s good, you don’t need me to tell you,” Dinah replied with a soft laugh, though it was cut short by an involuntary gasp as Guy’s tongue met her, and she trembled a little as he moved. He was slow, completely deliberate, exasperatingly so (though like hell she was going to tell him to stop). Her brow furrowed and she bit her lower lip as the need for him increased, could feel herself getting wetter by the second.
Since she couldn’t take his hair, pull him to where she wanted to go, she ended up simply digging her fingernails into the bed, clawing at the sheets a little in frustration, as she arched her hips up into his mouth. Even so, he simply kept on moving, never staying anywhere for too long, and it was becoming almost painfully obvious that he was avoiding her clit on purpose. Not that she was particularly good at giving him hell about it at the moment, too wound up to think straight, to put together a sentence. “Guy,” she murmured, hoarse from desire. “Oh my god, Guy, please.”
Her body begged him as much, or more, than the words she could get out, hair wild and in her face, hips thrusting downwards towards him, juices running from her.
When he heard her start to beg, that high keening lilt to her voice, Guy knew that Dinah wouldn’t be able to take this constantly-moving attention from his tongue for much longer. Still, he made another circuit between her legs, even taking the time to plant a few kisses and nibbles on the insides of her thighs, before going in where Dinah wanted him most of all.
Guy closed his mouth over the glistening pink of her clit, and he was glad for the Lantern shield currently protecting him because Dinah’s thighs immediately slammed around his head. Which was no simple matter easily brushed off when her thighs were registered deadly weapons. Still not needing to move up or away for a breath, Guy rubbed his hands along her legs and held where he was. After so much teasing up to the main event, just having his mouth closed on her like this was enough. He’d give her a moment to collect herself, but not too much, before he even attempted to use his tongue.
Man, he was good.
Dinah had reacted without thinking, though it was pretty fortunate that Guy did have that shield going on, because she was currently not really operating on a level of conscious thought anymore. Not with his mouth on her clit, so hot and wet that it made her thighs tremble even as they caught him and wouldn’t let him go.
Without realizing it, she was keening, a soft desperate sound from her throat. Because this, his mouth just there, wasn’t quite enough, just shy of the friction that she needed to reach completion. Eventually, she caught her breath, calmed enough to gulp and open her eyes from where they’d been squeezed shut, though she was still bucking a little into him. She needed more, needed to come or needed his cock or his fingers or something, anything more than this. “Damn it, Guy,” she breathed, almost angry. “More.”
He’d prolonged this as much as was possible, now. Drawing his fingers down from her knee to his mouth, feeling the quality of the skin on Dinah’s leg change from soft to impossibly satiny, Guy snaked two fingers inside of her. He had to shut his eyes for a moment when he felt her velvety tunnel clamp down on his hand, forcefully reminding him of the times they’d screwed before this, what it felt like to be on top of her, filling her, watching her face as they both went over the edge.
Once more into the breach, as they said, and with his “sinews” stiffened, all right. For Guy, Dinah, and old times.
Pressing his twinned fingers slowly in and out, Guy laved the flat of his tongue against Dinah’s clit, tasting her salt and musk for the last time, moving his tongue ceaselessly over this most sensitive part of her. She had to be going crazy now, with his fingers stroking masterfully inside her and his tongue dancing heavenly patterns over her delicate pink flesh. Unless Dinah decided to hook up with another GL in the future, Guy was betting she’d never have an experience as mind-blowing as this again. Pardon the pun.
Gasping, Dinah arched her back as Guy slipped his fingers inside her and clenched down around him hard enough that he could barely move for a moment. His hands were large, strong, with long fingers, and she’d always enjoyed having him finger her before…but this, along with his mouth, was almost too much. He was moving slowly, deliberately, like he was going to draw this out as long as he possibly could.
It was a little sad to think that there was a reason for that, so Dinah didn’t. Instead, she rocked into his hand, providing a counterpoint for each of his movements, and her eyes rolled back as his tongue flicked just the right places again and again and again. Shifting a little, she found the perfect angle for his fingertips, throwing her head back against the pillows with a soft, utterly pleased cry. It only took a few moments more for the world to blur around her, streak to white as the pleasure overcame her, and she surrendered to orgasm, to his touch.
When Guy heard Dinah make that little chirping cry, true to her name as the Canary, he knew he’d succeeded in his goal. When the silky tightness of her went into overdrive, so feverishly that the mouth of her opening was kissing the base of his fingers, Guy realized that he’d surpassed even what he’d intended. Not bad for a goodbye lap around the track.
For the first time since he’d started this crusade, he came up for air, letting the lantern shield dissipate so he could join Dinah in losing herself to the sensation, the smell and heat and pulse of her wild near-sobbing as she crested over the building waves of pleasure. It wasn’t even like Guy was concerned with his own physical pleasure at this moment. It was satisfying enough watching Dinah’s orgasm take her over, knowing that he’d been the one to bring her to this plateau of desire fulfilled, in the most amazing way she’d ever experience.