Fic: Disciplinary Action | DCU | Barbara Gordon/Jason Todd | NC-17 | 1/1
Title: Disciplinary Action
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Barbara Gordon/Jason Todd
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,910
Prompt: For the 2010 DCU FFA Spring Porn Fest & Porn Battle XII (yes, this is that late): discipline, red, thighs, smirk, leash, foul mouthed, dirty talk, comm, camera, command
Summary: Jason is a foul-mouthed brat. Babs decides he needs to learn some discipline. A collar and leash just might be involved.
Disclaimer: DC & WB own everything, the schmucks!
Author's Notes: Originally started for the Porn Fest way last year, and finally finished! \O/ This takes place in a nonexistent 'verse where Jay becomes a Bird (what? it could happen!). Warning for a little bit of light, consensual BDSM, and potential paraplegia fail (I don't know the canon for Babs' paralysis and how much she can/can't feel below the waist, so I went with *some* feeling, but not a lot [since I know that that's at least possible]). Excerpt posted here on the PB.
Disciplinary Action
About halfway through a rather uneventful patrol, with several Birds out across the city and no real cases to work for the night-a rarity as of late-Babs closed out a few of her inactive screens and secured the comm to take a break. Well, as much of a break as she would allow herself, anyway. She ran through a few stretches, worked her legs a little to get her circulation going, made a trip to the bathroom, brewed some mate vana tea, the usual, before settling back at the broad console, refreshed and feeling the need to stir up a little mischief.
“Jay Bird, O,” she said into the comm as she clicked through several feeds to make sure things were still as quiet as she'd left them. “Report.”
“It's dead as a former Robin out here,” he shot back, a smirk clear in his voice. “Must be the humidity.”
“Must be.” Zeroing in on his location via the GPS in his comm link, Babs found a feed to give her a bird's eye view of Jason's position, her newest team-member crouched at the corner of a rooftop surveying a few blocks in either direction. From the location of her camera across the intersection, she could just barely make out his shadowed features beneath his red domino and curling hair.
After a long moment, Jay chuckled. “You're watching me again, aren't you?”
Babs couldn't help a wry smile at that. “What gave me away?”
“You didn't sign off.”
And that brought out an actual laugh. “Touché.”
“And since you're still watching me, and there's nothing going on, maybe I should give you a little show.”
This time she could actually see the leer on his face as he tried to be discreet about looking for the camera. “Don't bother trying to find it;” she said, laughing again, “you won't. But rest assured I can see you just fine.”
Jason chuckled in return, sitting back on his haunches and bringing his face out of shadow. “Guess I shouldn't be surprised. This how slow nights usually go with this team? Or am I a special case?”
Barbara's smile twisted at his brazen assumption. “Wouldn't you like to know?” she shot back.
“Oh, I would. D'you watch Canary like this? Batgirl? Fuck over an open comm?”
“You're a foul-mouthed brat, you know that?” she asked, watching as he tipped his head back and palmed himself through his pants with a gloved hand, leather on tight denim.
“I've been told that on occasion.”
Shifting in her chair as heat started to grow between her legs at the sight on the screen, she husked back over the comm, “Get your ass back to the roost, Jay Bird. O out.” A tap on the console to open another line, she ordered the rest of her team, “Birds, O. Call it a night and pack it in. O out.”
~*~*~
Not too much later, Jason sauntered back into the Tower, peeled off his domino, and perched on the edge of Babs' console, crossing his arms. “You beckoned?”
Barely giving him a raised eyebrow as she worked on updating a few random files, Barbara told him, “Go to the trunk at the end of my bed. Bring back the item just inside the top.”
She registered Jay's barely concealed confusion as he got up and walked toward her bedroom, and she couldn't help a smirk after he disappeared. This was gonna be too much fun.
“What the-?” came Jay's voice from the bedroom, and Barbara had to stifle a laugh, schooling her expression as she secured her system for the night, closed a few screens, and wheeled back from the console to face him when he stalked back into the room with the chosen item in hand.
“Come here,” she ordered, pointing to the space directly in front of her. “Kneel.”
Jay stopped short, still looking confused for a bare moment, before his whole posture seemed to change, his body relaxing and a smirk moving over his face as it looked like he'd caught up with her. “Yes, ma'am.” With a few steps, he was on the floor in front of her.
Taking the object from him, Barbara turned it over in her hands to inspect it. Yup, the leather was still good. Could probably use a good polish, she hadn't used it in so long, but it'd do for now.
“Foul-mouthed little brats need discipline, don't you think?” she asked lightly, hesitating just a moment to give him an out if he wanted it.
“Definitely. Fuck-ups like me need to be taught a lesson,” Jay answered, playing along exactly as she'd hoped.
Perfect.
“Good,” she nodded. Holding out the red leather collar, she secured it around his neck, then attached the matching lead with a click. Sitting back, she inspected her work, admired the sight in front of her, and wrapped the end of the lead around her hand. “You don't talk again until I take this off.”
A nod in return, and Babs smiled softly. It was simply too rare that she got to play like this anymore.
Thank God for wayward ex-Robins. And Jason did look far too pretty all collared and leashed.
But something wasn't quite right yet.
Tucking a fingernail into the hollow just beneath his chin, she pulled him closer, watched his cavalier expression shift slightly at the direction. For good measure she tugged at the lead, brought him close enough to smell the faint lingering odor of menthol and tobacco on his breath.
“Been smoking again,” she observed, almost distantly, but with enough disdain to let him know her displeasure with him. “I won't have my Birds rotting from lung cancer or battling emphysema. And the hack you'll get is absolutely revolting.” Finishing with a sharp tug, she brought him even closer, to whisper in his ear, “Won't have you tasting like an ashtray.”
And with a shove, she sent him almost sprawling back, lead and all. “Go brush your teeth. Shower. Shave. Change. And don't bother with a shirt; you'd only get it dirty.”
Jason rose from his knees slowly, took the lead in hand, and turned slowly to go do as ordered.
But before he could disappear through the door to the master suite again, Babs called after him, “And don't get one single drop of water on that collar or leash. It's a one of a kind set.”
Hesitating for a brief second, Jay nodded slowly, and stepped out of the room.
An easy grin on her face as she watched him go, Barbara waited just long enough to hear the water start in the bathroom before following to go get changed. Robins were so predictable, so well trained to do as told. And God knew Jason did need to learn a lesson. If he was lucky, damn lucky, maybe she'd let him touch her when he got out of the shower. Maybe.
Aw, who was she kidding? That was pretty much her end goal for Jason's discipline.
Shifting against the rising heat again as she locked the door to the master suite behind her, she turned her focus to changing into a lightweight nightgown-something that would try Jason's patience for certain-and moved from her chair to her bed, propping herself upright and grabbing a book from the night table. Surely, she could get through a few chapters before Jay started whining.
But despite herself, it took a good ten minutes to get absorbed in the book. By the time she was well and truly engrossed in the fundamentals of prosthetic implants with neural interfaces, Jay emerged from the bathroom, practically sparkling clean and changed into gray sweatpants, having followed her orders to the letter.
And oh. Oh, she was not disappointed in the slightest. Jason's faint expression of surprise at finding her already in bed made it even better. This would be so much fun.
When Jason knelt next to her at her direction once again, Barbara took the lead back from him. She inspected the lead and collar once again, and once satisfied that it was dry as a bone, she inspected his face and his breath with a scrutinizing look and a light sniff.
Only the light scents of her floral bodywash, mint toothpaste, and mouthwash met her, hardly even a hint of tobacco detectable. His face even looked completely free of Gotham's grime for once, too.
“Good,” she acknowledged, suppressing her relief that he didn't smell like an ashtray anymore, before turning back to her book, lead still in her hand resting on her leg. “Hands behind your back. Sit back on your heels and prop your chin on the edge of the bed.”
When Jason nodded and complied, she reached up to pet him, running her fingers through his freshly clean, still wet hair, leaving the lead on her lap. “Good boy.”
For a long time, she let him sit like that, letting the world of neural-interfaced prosthetics take her away. Another chapter finished. And another. Beside her, Jay watched her intently, Babs only peripherally aware of him, of his heat, of his presence.
After a third chapter, Barbara chanced a glance at her new pet, finding his bright blue eyes fixed on her, near to pleading silently to be allowed to move.
Discarding her book for the night, Barbara raised an eyebrow at him. “Do you think you've been good enough to be allowed up?”
A little whimper escaped him in return, and Babs tugged hard on the lead, pulling him slightly off-balance so his chest landed against the edge of the bed. “Apparently not,” she scowled, letting her disappointment show. And here she'd thought he'd about earned his reward. “Maybe I should have you work to make up for that. Put that mouth to good use so it doesn't have any opportunity to run off,” she suggested. “What do you think of that?”
Jay nodded slightly in agreement, shifting his shoulders just enough that Babs knew it had to be uncomfortable at this point. Though half of discipline training was learning to focus through pain, that wasn't really the point of tonight's exercise; he'd probably had enough of that under Bruce's tutelage anyway, and this was about his attitude.
Perhaps now might be a good time to take pity on him. He really had been good so far, outside that little slip, and putting him to work was its own reward, in a way.
Running a hand through his hair again-just about dry now, she'd left him sitting so long, but so clean-she took the lead in her other hand and pulled. “Unclasp your hands and sit up.”
Jay complied without complaint this time, only the gleam in his eyes turning dark as he sat up, shaking out his arms only enough to work out the kinks, Barbara enjoying the view of his long torso. Shifting, she moved her legs to dangle them over the side of the bed and sit on the edge.
“Now scoot closer on your knees, lift my legs over your shoulders-” she paused, leaning down to whisper in his ear, “-and make me come.”
The glint in his eyes turned lustful, his breath coming quicker, and he did as ordered, maneuvering himself into position between and beneath her legs. When she tugged a little on his lead, he moved in close, pushing up her thin nightgown with rough hands-the look on his face when he realized she'd foregone panties altogether was priceless-and with a gentle nuzzle and a tentative lick, just the barest darting of his tongue, he started in on her.
And holy God, she didn't realize she was that wet already, her sex tingling faintly with Jay's ministrations, a small fire lit in her belly. But it wasn't enough. “Hands up here,” she ordered, and when Jason reached up and around her legs, she placed his hands on her breasts, where she was most sensitive.
He gripped her through her nightgown, squeezing and caressing lightly, before starting to tweak and flick her nipples in time with the little flicks of his tongue against her. The motions were perfect, just right to curl a tendril of want into a tight ball deep within her core.
A groan escaped her, and she dropped Jay's lead, twining her fingers into his hair and tugging him more tightly to her in almost a grinding motion. Jay responded immediately, relaxing his shoulders and letting her fuck herself with his tongue. And oh. There. Yes. Babs sucked in a breath of surprise as a spark of pleasure spread through her center, leaving her panting with want as the slight tingle in her legs became a more complete numbness, the nerves shutting completely off as her orgasm wound tighter within her, waiting for just the right moment.
Leaning back on an elbow, she let go of Jay's hair and picked up his lead again, tugging hard. “Up,” she said, her voice already wrecked with lust. “You're not working hard enough. Try something else.”
When his eyes came up to meet hers, she couldn't suppress a shiver, seeing the heat there. Oh, he knew exactly what she wanted. At his raised eyebrow then, she pointed to the night table. “In the drawer. God only knows where you've been, and I'm not about to take that chance. Good little Birds need to learn to play by the book.”
A wicked grin moving over his face, Jay complied quickly, finding a small packet in the drawer, tearing it open, and rolling the condom on over his erection after he lost his pants.
And God, what a pretty sight it was, flushed red and ready to go. Bigger than Dick's, not that she was comparing; it'd feel good, anyway.
“Hurry up,” she ordered then, pulling herself further up on the bed to give him room and tugging her nightgown up over her head and off, and Jay followed her immediately, climbing up onto the bed and propping her legs up on either side of his hips as he lined himself up with her. One long, slow stroke, and he was fully sheathed within her, the slight stretch and utter fullness drawing a gasp out of her.
“Move.”
And move he did, drawing back and slamming back in. And again, and again, setting up a rhythm as he leaned closer and took a nipple into his mouth, working the hard bud with his teeth as he gently squeezed her other breast.
The sensations sent dual sparks spiraling into her center, orgasm drawing close, and Babs closed her eyes and let it all wash over her, Jay above her, in her, the scents of his cleanliness and their sex bright in her nose and mouth. But she needed, needed-
Getting a hand in his hair again, she pulled him up and off of her breast, bringing his mouth up to hers for a fierce kiss that tasted of her own skin, her sex, and that minty toothpaste, their tongues twining together, tasting, probing. Perfect. So perfect. And-
The coil of pleasure deep within her sprang loose at last, shooting release through every nerve that still functioned, fire spreading along her spine all the way to her tail bone and down her arms to her fingertips. Even her scalp tingled with it, and she couldn't stop a gasping moan as it all took her away.
With a stuttering of his hips, Jay tensed above her, one final thrust as he bit down on what Babs knew would've been a scream if he'd been allowed, only the tiniest hint of a whimper escaping him as he came.
Laughing breathlessly as he nearly collapsed above her, barely catching himself, she knew she wouldn't even admonish him for his slip. To hell with it, she decided, and as the rest of her senses slowly returned, Jay slipped out of her, discarded the used condom in the trash can next to her bed, and lay back down next to her, snuggled up close, careful to arrange her legs so she wouldn't get cramped up.
Turning into his embrace, her body still singing with pleasure, Barbara took Jay's lead in hand again. “Good boy,” she said, petting him with her other hand. “Now get us cleaned up, and if you do a good job, you can stay the night.”
Jay nodded, nuzzling into her palm and fixing a blissed-out gaze on her, before getting up to do as instructed, coming back with a wet washcloth and a little towel.
When he was done and they were both clean, Babs changed into a cotton pajama set and Jay put on a white tee and red boxer-briefs, sitting next to her on the edge of the bed as she settled back into her usual spot. She took his lead again, pleased and somewhat surprised that he'd done everything she'd ordered. Then again, he was a former Robin.
“You gonna be a good boy after I take this off?” she asked.
A nod, and Jay smirked, his eyes still glinting with mischief.
“Don't make me regret this.” And with two clicks, she unhooked the lead and unfastened the collar from around his neck, tucking them both away in the drawer of the night table. “Now, stay.”
And-maybe not so surprisingly-Jay did as told without an extra impetus to do so, not even a snarky comeback waiting on his lips as he slid into the bed on the other side of Barbara, pulling the covers up over them both and snuggling in close to her.
“You're gonna make an excellent Bird,” she whispered, feeling the weight of exhaustion finally start to pull her under.
Next to her, Jason nuzzled her hair, and she could feel his grin as he dropped a kiss on her head.
Oh yes, he would make a fine Bird indeed.
~*~*~*~
This entry was originally posted at http://saavikam77.dreamwidth.org/169532.html.
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Barbara Gordon/Jason Todd
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,910
Prompt: For the 2010 DCU FFA Spring Porn Fest & Porn Battle XII (yes, this is that late): discipline, red, thighs, smirk, leash, foul mouthed, dirty talk, comm, camera, command
Summary: Jason is a foul-mouthed brat. Babs decides he needs to learn some discipline. A collar and leash just might be involved.
Disclaimer: DC & WB own everything, the schmucks!
Author's Notes: Originally started for the Porn Fest way last year, and finally finished! \O/ This takes place in a nonexistent 'verse where Jay becomes a Bird (what? it could happen!). Warning for a little bit of light, consensual BDSM, and potential paraplegia fail (I don't know the canon for Babs' paralysis and how much she can/can't feel below the waist, so I went with *some* feeling, but not a lot [since I know that that's at least possible]). Excerpt posted here on the PB.
Disciplinary Action
About halfway through a rather uneventful patrol, with several Birds out across the city and no real cases to work for the night-a rarity as of late-Babs closed out a few of her inactive screens and secured the comm to take a break. Well, as much of a break as she would allow herself, anyway. She ran through a few stretches, worked her legs a little to get her circulation going, made a trip to the bathroom, brewed some mate vana tea, the usual, before settling back at the broad console, refreshed and feeling the need to stir up a little mischief.
“Jay Bird, O,” she said into the comm as she clicked through several feeds to make sure things were still as quiet as she'd left them. “Report.”
“It's dead as a former Robin out here,” he shot back, a smirk clear in his voice. “Must be the humidity.”
“Must be.” Zeroing in on his location via the GPS in his comm link, Babs found a feed to give her a bird's eye view of Jason's position, her newest team-member crouched at the corner of a rooftop surveying a few blocks in either direction. From the location of her camera across the intersection, she could just barely make out his shadowed features beneath his red domino and curling hair.
After a long moment, Jay chuckled. “You're watching me again, aren't you?”
Babs couldn't help a wry smile at that. “What gave me away?”
“You didn't sign off.”
And that brought out an actual laugh. “Touché.”
“And since you're still watching me, and there's nothing going on, maybe I should give you a little show.”
This time she could actually see the leer on his face as he tried to be discreet about looking for the camera. “Don't bother trying to find it;” she said, laughing again, “you won't. But rest assured I can see you just fine.”
Jason chuckled in return, sitting back on his haunches and bringing his face out of shadow. “Guess I shouldn't be surprised. This how slow nights usually go with this team? Or am I a special case?”
Barbara's smile twisted at his brazen assumption. “Wouldn't you like to know?” she shot back.
“Oh, I would. D'you watch Canary like this? Batgirl? Fuck over an open comm?”
“You're a foul-mouthed brat, you know that?” she asked, watching as he tipped his head back and palmed himself through his pants with a gloved hand, leather on tight denim.
“I've been told that on occasion.”
Shifting in her chair as heat started to grow between her legs at the sight on the screen, she husked back over the comm, “Get your ass back to the roost, Jay Bird. O out.” A tap on the console to open another line, she ordered the rest of her team, “Birds, O. Call it a night and pack it in. O out.”
~*~*~
Not too much later, Jason sauntered back into the Tower, peeled off his domino, and perched on the edge of Babs' console, crossing his arms. “You beckoned?”
Barely giving him a raised eyebrow as she worked on updating a few random files, Barbara told him, “Go to the trunk at the end of my bed. Bring back the item just inside the top.”
She registered Jay's barely concealed confusion as he got up and walked toward her bedroom, and she couldn't help a smirk after he disappeared. This was gonna be too much fun.
“What the-?” came Jay's voice from the bedroom, and Barbara had to stifle a laugh, schooling her expression as she secured her system for the night, closed a few screens, and wheeled back from the console to face him when he stalked back into the room with the chosen item in hand.
“Come here,” she ordered, pointing to the space directly in front of her. “Kneel.”
Jay stopped short, still looking confused for a bare moment, before his whole posture seemed to change, his body relaxing and a smirk moving over his face as it looked like he'd caught up with her. “Yes, ma'am.” With a few steps, he was on the floor in front of her.
Taking the object from him, Barbara turned it over in her hands to inspect it. Yup, the leather was still good. Could probably use a good polish, she hadn't used it in so long, but it'd do for now.
“Foul-mouthed little brats need discipline, don't you think?” she asked lightly, hesitating just a moment to give him an out if he wanted it.
“Definitely. Fuck-ups like me need to be taught a lesson,” Jay answered, playing along exactly as she'd hoped.
Perfect.
“Good,” she nodded. Holding out the red leather collar, she secured it around his neck, then attached the matching lead with a click. Sitting back, she inspected her work, admired the sight in front of her, and wrapped the end of the lead around her hand. “You don't talk again until I take this off.”
A nod in return, and Babs smiled softly. It was simply too rare that she got to play like this anymore.
Thank God for wayward ex-Robins. And Jason did look far too pretty all collared and leashed.
But something wasn't quite right yet.
Tucking a fingernail into the hollow just beneath his chin, she pulled him closer, watched his cavalier expression shift slightly at the direction. For good measure she tugged at the lead, brought him close enough to smell the faint lingering odor of menthol and tobacco on his breath.
“Been smoking again,” she observed, almost distantly, but with enough disdain to let him know her displeasure with him. “I won't have my Birds rotting from lung cancer or battling emphysema. And the hack you'll get is absolutely revolting.” Finishing with a sharp tug, she brought him even closer, to whisper in his ear, “Won't have you tasting like an ashtray.”
And with a shove, she sent him almost sprawling back, lead and all. “Go brush your teeth. Shower. Shave. Change. And don't bother with a shirt; you'd only get it dirty.”
Jason rose from his knees slowly, took the lead in hand, and turned slowly to go do as ordered.
But before he could disappear through the door to the master suite again, Babs called after him, “And don't get one single drop of water on that collar or leash. It's a one of a kind set.”
Hesitating for a brief second, Jay nodded slowly, and stepped out of the room.
An easy grin on her face as she watched him go, Barbara waited just long enough to hear the water start in the bathroom before following to go get changed. Robins were so predictable, so well trained to do as told. And God knew Jason did need to learn a lesson. If he was lucky, damn lucky, maybe she'd let him touch her when he got out of the shower. Maybe.
Aw, who was she kidding? That was pretty much her end goal for Jason's discipline.
Shifting against the rising heat again as she locked the door to the master suite behind her, she turned her focus to changing into a lightweight nightgown-something that would try Jason's patience for certain-and moved from her chair to her bed, propping herself upright and grabbing a book from the night table. Surely, she could get through a few chapters before Jay started whining.
But despite herself, it took a good ten minutes to get absorbed in the book. By the time she was well and truly engrossed in the fundamentals of prosthetic implants with neural interfaces, Jay emerged from the bathroom, practically sparkling clean and changed into gray sweatpants, having followed her orders to the letter.
And oh. Oh, she was not disappointed in the slightest. Jason's faint expression of surprise at finding her already in bed made it even better. This would be so much fun.
When Jason knelt next to her at her direction once again, Barbara took the lead back from him. She inspected the lead and collar once again, and once satisfied that it was dry as a bone, she inspected his face and his breath with a scrutinizing look and a light sniff.
Only the light scents of her floral bodywash, mint toothpaste, and mouthwash met her, hardly even a hint of tobacco detectable. His face even looked completely free of Gotham's grime for once, too.
“Good,” she acknowledged, suppressing her relief that he didn't smell like an ashtray anymore, before turning back to her book, lead still in her hand resting on her leg. “Hands behind your back. Sit back on your heels and prop your chin on the edge of the bed.”
When Jason nodded and complied, she reached up to pet him, running her fingers through his freshly clean, still wet hair, leaving the lead on her lap. “Good boy.”
For a long time, she let him sit like that, letting the world of neural-interfaced prosthetics take her away. Another chapter finished. And another. Beside her, Jay watched her intently, Babs only peripherally aware of him, of his heat, of his presence.
After a third chapter, Barbara chanced a glance at her new pet, finding his bright blue eyes fixed on her, near to pleading silently to be allowed to move.
Discarding her book for the night, Barbara raised an eyebrow at him. “Do you think you've been good enough to be allowed up?”
A little whimper escaped him in return, and Babs tugged hard on the lead, pulling him slightly off-balance so his chest landed against the edge of the bed. “Apparently not,” she scowled, letting her disappointment show. And here she'd thought he'd about earned his reward. “Maybe I should have you work to make up for that. Put that mouth to good use so it doesn't have any opportunity to run off,” she suggested. “What do you think of that?”
Jay nodded slightly in agreement, shifting his shoulders just enough that Babs knew it had to be uncomfortable at this point. Though half of discipline training was learning to focus through pain, that wasn't really the point of tonight's exercise; he'd probably had enough of that under Bruce's tutelage anyway, and this was about his attitude.
Perhaps now might be a good time to take pity on him. He really had been good so far, outside that little slip, and putting him to work was its own reward, in a way.
Running a hand through his hair again-just about dry now, she'd left him sitting so long, but so clean-she took the lead in her other hand and pulled. “Unclasp your hands and sit up.”
Jay complied without complaint this time, only the gleam in his eyes turning dark as he sat up, shaking out his arms only enough to work out the kinks, Barbara enjoying the view of his long torso. Shifting, she moved her legs to dangle them over the side of the bed and sit on the edge.
“Now scoot closer on your knees, lift my legs over your shoulders-” she paused, leaning down to whisper in his ear, “-and make me come.”
The glint in his eyes turned lustful, his breath coming quicker, and he did as ordered, maneuvering himself into position between and beneath her legs. When she tugged a little on his lead, he moved in close, pushing up her thin nightgown with rough hands-the look on his face when he realized she'd foregone panties altogether was priceless-and with a gentle nuzzle and a tentative lick, just the barest darting of his tongue, he started in on her.
And holy God, she didn't realize she was that wet already, her sex tingling faintly with Jay's ministrations, a small fire lit in her belly. But it wasn't enough. “Hands up here,” she ordered, and when Jason reached up and around her legs, she placed his hands on her breasts, where she was most sensitive.
He gripped her through her nightgown, squeezing and caressing lightly, before starting to tweak and flick her nipples in time with the little flicks of his tongue against her. The motions were perfect, just right to curl a tendril of want into a tight ball deep within her core.
A groan escaped her, and she dropped Jay's lead, twining her fingers into his hair and tugging him more tightly to her in almost a grinding motion. Jay responded immediately, relaxing his shoulders and letting her fuck herself with his tongue. And oh. There. Yes. Babs sucked in a breath of surprise as a spark of pleasure spread through her center, leaving her panting with want as the slight tingle in her legs became a more complete numbness, the nerves shutting completely off as her orgasm wound tighter within her, waiting for just the right moment.
Leaning back on an elbow, she let go of Jay's hair and picked up his lead again, tugging hard. “Up,” she said, her voice already wrecked with lust. “You're not working hard enough. Try something else.”
When his eyes came up to meet hers, she couldn't suppress a shiver, seeing the heat there. Oh, he knew exactly what she wanted. At his raised eyebrow then, she pointed to the night table. “In the drawer. God only knows where you've been, and I'm not about to take that chance. Good little Birds need to learn to play by the book.”
A wicked grin moving over his face, Jay complied quickly, finding a small packet in the drawer, tearing it open, and rolling the condom on over his erection after he lost his pants.
And God, what a pretty sight it was, flushed red and ready to go. Bigger than Dick's, not that she was comparing; it'd feel good, anyway.
“Hurry up,” she ordered then, pulling herself further up on the bed to give him room and tugging her nightgown up over her head and off, and Jay followed her immediately, climbing up onto the bed and propping her legs up on either side of his hips as he lined himself up with her. One long, slow stroke, and he was fully sheathed within her, the slight stretch and utter fullness drawing a gasp out of her.
“Move.”
And move he did, drawing back and slamming back in. And again, and again, setting up a rhythm as he leaned closer and took a nipple into his mouth, working the hard bud with his teeth as he gently squeezed her other breast.
The sensations sent dual sparks spiraling into her center, orgasm drawing close, and Babs closed her eyes and let it all wash over her, Jay above her, in her, the scents of his cleanliness and their sex bright in her nose and mouth. But she needed, needed-
Getting a hand in his hair again, she pulled him up and off of her breast, bringing his mouth up to hers for a fierce kiss that tasted of her own skin, her sex, and that minty toothpaste, their tongues twining together, tasting, probing. Perfect. So perfect. And-
The coil of pleasure deep within her sprang loose at last, shooting release through every nerve that still functioned, fire spreading along her spine all the way to her tail bone and down her arms to her fingertips. Even her scalp tingled with it, and she couldn't stop a gasping moan as it all took her away.
With a stuttering of his hips, Jay tensed above her, one final thrust as he bit down on what Babs knew would've been a scream if he'd been allowed, only the tiniest hint of a whimper escaping him as he came.
Laughing breathlessly as he nearly collapsed above her, barely catching himself, she knew she wouldn't even admonish him for his slip. To hell with it, she decided, and as the rest of her senses slowly returned, Jay slipped out of her, discarded the used condom in the trash can next to her bed, and lay back down next to her, snuggled up close, careful to arrange her legs so she wouldn't get cramped up.
Turning into his embrace, her body still singing with pleasure, Barbara took Jay's lead in hand again. “Good boy,” she said, petting him with her other hand. “Now get us cleaned up, and if you do a good job, you can stay the night.”
Jay nodded, nuzzling into her palm and fixing a blissed-out gaze on her, before getting up to do as instructed, coming back with a wet washcloth and a little towel.
When he was done and they were both clean, Babs changed into a cotton pajama set and Jay put on a white tee and red boxer-briefs, sitting next to her on the edge of the bed as she settled back into her usual spot. She took his lead again, pleased and somewhat surprised that he'd done everything she'd ordered. Then again, he was a former Robin.
“You gonna be a good boy after I take this off?” she asked.
A nod, and Jay smirked, his eyes still glinting with mischief.
“Don't make me regret this.” And with two clicks, she unhooked the lead and unfastened the collar from around his neck, tucking them both away in the drawer of the night table. “Now, stay.”
And-maybe not so surprisingly-Jay did as told without an extra impetus to do so, not even a snarky comeback waiting on his lips as he slid into the bed on the other side of Barbara, pulling the covers up over them both and snuggling in close to her.
“You're gonna make an excellent Bird,” she whispered, feeling the weight of exhaustion finally start to pull her under.
Next to her, Jason nuzzled her hair, and she could feel his grin as he dropped a kiss on her head.
Oh yes, he would make a fine Bird indeed.
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