[ficlet] Tantalize, Just So (DCU: Babs/Dick, PG)
Flashficlet: Looks like trolling is what it takes to break my DC-fear and make me post.
Title: Tantalize, Just So
Author: gloss
Rating: PG
Fandom: General Battiness
Pairing: Barbara/Dick
Summary: Her life is certainty; he is beautiful.
Setting/Spoilers: Um. No Man's Land?
Notes: Title from Dickinson, "A precious, mouldering pleasure". liviapenn suggested a Babs/Dick drabblefest. This came out. thenotoriousg dropped everything to beta.
She looks at Dick -- she can't not look at Dick, it's never been possible to look away -- and she sees everything. She sees the past, and all the futures they've tried to make over the years, and history. Incalculable, mutable, so damn slippery that it's enough to make her growl. Low in her throat, no sound coming out, but she does it again, then grinds her teeth.
Her life is built on control and intelligence. On knowledge and certainty.
None of which can apply to Dick.
He's beautiful. He's always been beautiful -- little kid leaping off buildings or awkwardly serving cocktails to socialites, the rangy young man in blinding blue and gold, and -- now.
Now, he's just *Dick*, and he's leaning against her kitchen counter in an undershirt and pajama pants, laughing his head off, and it hurts to see. Hurts in a part of her that's untouched by anything like history or bullets, binary code or the Dewey Decimal System. Hurts down past the point where Barbara-Babs-Batgirl-Oracle hunches, into the last few tendrils of self.
"What?" He plays the fool almost as well as Bruce: wide blue eyes, inquisitive cock of the head. Sinks to one knee, hand sliding around her waist. "It wasn't *that* bad a joke."
And when she kisses him, it hurts some more, bright bruises and oily smoke, and he still stinks of exhaustion, sweat, baywater. And she kisses him harder, letting those tendrils thicken and widen and drive her arms around his neck, and she kisses him so hard, pulls him so close, that she can't, at last, see (read, analyze), just feel.
And he's still so damn beautiful, the hurt's too much, and she keeps on kissing him, seeking ignorance, seeking this.
Title: Tantalize, Just So
Author: gloss
Rating: PG
Fandom: General Battiness
Pairing: Barbara/Dick
Summary: Her life is certainty; he is beautiful.
Setting/Spoilers: Um. No Man's Land?
Notes: Title from Dickinson, "A precious, mouldering pleasure". liviapenn suggested a Babs/Dick drabblefest. This came out. thenotoriousg dropped everything to beta.
She looks at Dick -- she can't not look at Dick, it's never been possible to look away -- and she sees everything. She sees the past, and all the futures they've tried to make over the years, and history. Incalculable, mutable, so damn slippery that it's enough to make her growl. Low in her throat, no sound coming out, but she does it again, then grinds her teeth.
Her life is built on control and intelligence. On knowledge and certainty.
None of which can apply to Dick.
He's beautiful. He's always been beautiful -- little kid leaping off buildings or awkwardly serving cocktails to socialites, the rangy young man in blinding blue and gold, and -- now.
Now, he's just *Dick*, and he's leaning against her kitchen counter in an undershirt and pajama pants, laughing his head off, and it hurts to see. Hurts in a part of her that's untouched by anything like history or bullets, binary code or the Dewey Decimal System. Hurts down past the point where Barbara-Babs-Batgirl-Oracle hunches, into the last few tendrils of self.
"What?" He plays the fool almost as well as Bruce: wide blue eyes, inquisitive cock of the head. Sinks to one knee, hand sliding around her waist. "It wasn't *that* bad a joke."
And when she kisses him, it hurts some more, bright bruises and oily smoke, and he still stinks of exhaustion, sweat, baywater. And she kisses him harder, letting those tendrils thicken and widen and drive her arms around his neck, and she kisses him so hard, pulls him so close, that she can't, at last, see (read, analyze), just feel.
And he's still so damn beautiful, the hurt's too much, and she keeps on kissing him, seeking ignorance, seeking this.