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Title: That Sharp Glare
Fandom: DC Comics
Character(s): Selina Kyle/Diana Prince/Bruce Wayne
Rating: M
Word count: 401
Warnings: Crackish for comedy's sake.
Challenge: #006 - Sharp
Selina purred as she felt Diana's fingers start a slow, hesitant, trail down her inner thigh, the thief wriggling around a bit to look her super-powered wife in the eyes.
"Don't be shy."
"I'm not shy, Selina, it's just that here...well-"
But Selina cuts her off with a deep kiss, adding a lick along her collar for good measure and Diana's fingers find their strength as they enter the former criminal.
Her brown eyes deepen as she gushes and languidly glances over to her husband, Bruce's grip tight on the extra large can of whipped cream.
"Come top us off, Bruce."
He strides over then and soon is spraying the cool treat over the pair of them, hesitating only for a moment before fully divesting himself and coating a liberal amount of the cream along his toned stomach.
After a few minutes licking and making sure that Bruce gets more than his fair share of the mess, Selina sighs and holds the both of them close to her, moaning a bit as Diana starts licking along her right nipple and bites a little.
"You two really know how to spoil a birthday girl. Thanks for going along with this."
Bruce nods and Diana murmurs as her tongue licks along the now hardened nipple, Selina just basking in the attention, purring yet again.
A moment later the threesome are momentarily blinded by the kitchen lights coming on and their butler glaring at the mess.
Selina feels like a gangly teenager under that glare, all knobby knees and shame.
Diana feels like a toddler, hanging her head for riding a boar through Zeus's temple.
Bruce feels like he's seven all over again and Alfred's just caught him with his hand in the cookie jar.
They expect a tongue lashing and more of that sharp glare.
It's not what they receive.
///
"It was worth this punishment," Diana exclaims, scrubbing the tiled floor with a sponge.
Selina agrees and soaks in the sight of just how enticing her Amazon's rear is in those overalls, wondering just where Alfred had found them. Her own outfit consists of a butler's regalia, the tails on her jacket tempting her to tug them but she focuses instead on Bruce.
Snorting, for the fourth time, at the sight of the maid outfit her husband's in, she can't help but admire Alfred's punishment.
"Agreed," Bruce said, wiping off the counter.
Fandom: DC Comics
Character(s): Selina Kyle/Diana Prince/Bruce Wayne
Rating: M
Word count: 401
Warnings: Crackish for comedy's sake.
Challenge: #006 - Sharp
Selina purred as she felt Diana's fingers start a slow, hesitant, trail down her inner thigh, the thief wriggling around a bit to look her super-powered wife in the eyes.
"Don't be shy."
"I'm not shy, Selina, it's just that here...well-"
But Selina cuts her off with a deep kiss, adding a lick along her collar for good measure and Diana's fingers find their strength as they enter the former criminal.
Her brown eyes deepen as she gushes and languidly glances over to her husband, Bruce's grip tight on the extra large can of whipped cream.
"Come top us off, Bruce."
He strides over then and soon is spraying the cool treat over the pair of them, hesitating only for a moment before fully divesting himself and coating a liberal amount of the cream along his toned stomach.
After a few minutes licking and making sure that Bruce gets more than his fair share of the mess, Selina sighs and holds the both of them close to her, moaning a bit as Diana starts licking along her right nipple and bites a little.
"You two really know how to spoil a birthday girl. Thanks for going along with this."
Bruce nods and Diana murmurs as her tongue licks along the now hardened nipple, Selina just basking in the attention, purring yet again.
A moment later the threesome are momentarily blinded by the kitchen lights coming on and their butler glaring at the mess.
Selina feels like a gangly teenager under that glare, all knobby knees and shame.
Diana feels like a toddler, hanging her head for riding a boar through Zeus's temple.
Bruce feels like he's seven all over again and Alfred's just caught him with his hand in the cookie jar.
They expect a tongue lashing and more of that sharp glare.
It's not what they receive.
///
"It was worth this punishment," Diana exclaims, scrubbing the tiled floor with a sponge.
Selina agrees and soaks in the sight of just how enticing her Amazon's rear is in those overalls, wondering just where Alfred had found them. Her own outfit consists of a butler's regalia, the tails on her jacket tempting her to tug them but she focuses instead on Bruce.
Snorting, for the fourth time, at the sight of the maid outfit her husband's in, she can't help but admire Alfred's punishment.
"Agreed," Bruce said, wiping off the counter.