The 31 Aspects Meme
After reading the wonderful fics that both ralst and ariestess have thrown out because of this fascinating meme I've finally decided to give it a go.
There are 31 aspects. Pick one, add some details, like show, pairing, prompt etc. and I'll write a ficlet in response ( Read more... )
There are 31 aspects. Pick one, add some details, like show, pairing, prompt etc. and I'll write a ficlet in response ( Read more... )
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Oracle worked steadfastly on running her regular security check of Gotham Prison. It was imperative to her Birds safety that The Joker, Harley Quinn, Clayface and the like remained behind bars. Every night at 8pm she ran this regular check.
Suddenly, a figure appeared at her side. She glanced up into Helena’s face, surprised to see the young woman was still wearing her leather jacket and trousers, Barbara could have sworn that ten minutes previous she had already been in her PJ’s. Helena moved purposely closer and made sure Barbara looked at their softly touching thighs; if the redhead couldn’t feel the touch Helena was damn sure the sight of leather against warm skin would be intoxicating enough.
But no, Barbara pushed Helena away gently, with a whispered, “Later.” Then pulled up her growing spreadsheet documenting ever single piece of English Literature she had read, heard of, or used in her classes.
She smirked as she heard Helena sigh. Then decided right then and there to split one spreadsheet into three; classic, modern, and popular literature.
Helena, meanwhile, had swung by the kitchen and divested herself of her leather jacket so that she now wore only a leather bustier with her trousers. She’d chosen this design specifically because of the way it pushed her breasts much higher giving her a cleavage to die for. No other conquest had ever resisted this outfit.
The dark haired beauty sidled over to Barbara and manhandled her chair so that she was facing Helena.
“Come and join me in a nightcap, please?” purred Helena.
It appeared Barbara was immune to the bustier as her eyes failed to drop towards the glorious cleavage, never leaving Helena’s face as she muttered, “Hel, it’s only 8.30pm, I must work on these things first. Watch that DVD you hired, I’ll join you later.”
Exasperated, Helena went back to the kitchen and removed her trousers. Oracle *would* notice her, and soon.
Sauntering back into the control room, Helena tried humming a sultry tune as she sashayed her hips to the hilt. Barbara just continued to burn the candle down.
Helena grinned. Barbara’s oblivious nature would help her next step. She wandered over to the stereo and searched for the music that would help her plan. Eventually, she found just the thing, placed it in the CD tray and programmed it to repeat. She then picked up the remote and walked over towards Barbara.
The brunette’s eyes flashed gold as she pondered her first move; *she* would enjoy this, probably more so than even Barbara. Reaching Barbara’s chair, she flicked the disc onto play and then, once again, pulled Barbara around to face her. This time, she climbed on the redhead’s lap and proceeded to grind and sway to the softly playing music.
For half an hour she danced her heart out, and for half an hour Barbara’s mind considered the problem of gaining access to the satellites that still belonged to Luther corps. Gradually, the heat from Helena’s body began to distract her brainwaves and finally, she looked into Helena’s yellow slit-like feline eyes.
“Helena?”
It was the first word either woman had spoken since Helena’s dance began, and it served to concentrate Helena’s mind to her next step. She leaned forward and pressed her lips hard to Barbara’s. Sweet moments later, Helena felt Barbara push her away.
“What are you doing, Hel?”
Unperturbed, Helena continued the kiss where she had left off, thrusting her tongue deeply but softly into her prey’s mouth. Slowly, massaging the tongue that was trying to fight hers, Helena felt the moment Barbara let herself join in, and the connection, at last recognized, was more than electric.
Allowing herself a precious few moments to enjoy Barbara’s realization, Helena withdrew. With one final lick to Barbara’s open, soft, lips, Helena climbed off the redhead’s lap and headed towards her bedroom. Without looking back she called out.
“Just stating the obvious to the oblivious, hon.”
Helena couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped her lips when her hyper-sensitive hearing caught Barbara’s stunned reply.
“Huh?”
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