Yr Mangled Heart
Vibrating at such a velocity as to be rendered invisible is totally awesome when her girlfriend is a total prude.
Well, she shouldn't say that. Dick isn't a prude, per say. She just won't let Wally see her in anything less than capris and a t-shirt, whereas Wally is willing to bare all. And totally has. Indirectly.
I'm not a slut, Wally thinks to herself, I'm just a pervert.
Robin wanders out of the bathroom in her bra and underwear. Wally nearly squeals, because her favorite question of the last two months has finally be answered- not bikinis or briefs, but boyshorts. Red boyshorts that hug Dick's ass like nothing else could, and boy, this whole vibrating thing took some more concentration than she thought.
The bra was black and tiny, and Dick was bouncing on the balls of her feet as she walked, her hips swaying to the beat of a song that was drifting with the steam out of the bathroom. At first her movements are minimal, almost absent-minded, as she sorts through the various junk on her desk and comes up with a brush, which she sifts quickly through her short, spiky hair as she wiggles in front of her long mirror. Then she turns and examines herself from the side, blue eyes critical. All Wally sees is burgeoning curves and planes of lean muscle. She desperately wants to snatch Dick up and run her tongue along the flat plane of her stomach, but she restrains herself, because once Dick knows she's mastered this technique, she'll find a way to keep her out.
Dick turns away from the mirror, her bouncing more pronounced. A small smile is curving her mouth, and she springs across the room to go back into the bathroom and hit the replay button. The song restarts, and Dick starts going through clothes in the bottom drawer of her dresser.
"If everything you do has got a hold on me, then everything I do has got a hole in it, I've been here before I should be used to it, but I can't take it no more, I can't take it no more, oh, whoa..." Dick murmurs to herself as she pulls on a skinny black tank-top, then huffily throws it off. Wally's surprised; she's never heard Dick make a musical noise in the whole time they've known each other, and the voice behind the murmur actually sounds good.
Dick pulls out a tube of lip gloss from the desk and applies as she sings, her hand unerringly following the line of her lip as it wavers with her words.
"Your mangled heart, your battered love that's hanging on to memories, you're letting go of everything that used to be, I've had enough, you'll build me up to let me down..." With a pop, Dick finishes with the lip gloss. Wally has her knuckle between her teeth, her leg jiggling up and down anxiously. She's always been tactile, and Dick is so...touchable.
She's quiet through the two verses as she finds another shirt, and she sits on the bed to pull on her skinny jeans as the next verse comes on, and suddenly her voice rises to join, then surpass, the one of the singer.
"I don't want the world, I only want what I deserve. I don't want the world, the world, I only want what I deserve. I don't want the world, the world, I only want what I deseeerrrve!!" She drums against her thighs, grinning, and finishes the song off.
Wally's pretty sure she's found a source of instant orgasm. Like, 99% sure.
This causes her to kind of, forget, to keep her powers going. And when Dick looks up, Wally is standing there with her mouth open. Dick jolts, a hand shooting to her hair.
"I-what-how long have you been standing there?" She slowly closes her mouth.
"Um. Like...a second?" Dick glares, and sits on the bed to pull her sneakers close.
"You have until my shoes are tied to run for your life." She grins.
"You sure you want to give me a head start like that?" Dick's glare narrows, and her grin wilts. She runs.
Well, she shouldn't say that. Dick isn't a prude, per say. She just won't let Wally see her in anything less than capris and a t-shirt, whereas Wally is willing to bare all. And totally has. Indirectly.
I'm not a slut, Wally thinks to herself, I'm just a pervert.
Robin wanders out of the bathroom in her bra and underwear. Wally nearly squeals, because her favorite question of the last two months has finally be answered- not bikinis or briefs, but boyshorts. Red boyshorts that hug Dick's ass like nothing else could, and boy, this whole vibrating thing took some more concentration than she thought.
The bra was black and tiny, and Dick was bouncing on the balls of her feet as she walked, her hips swaying to the beat of a song that was drifting with the steam out of the bathroom. At first her movements are minimal, almost absent-minded, as she sorts through the various junk on her desk and comes up with a brush, which she sifts quickly through her short, spiky hair as she wiggles in front of her long mirror. Then she turns and examines herself from the side, blue eyes critical. All Wally sees is burgeoning curves and planes of lean muscle. She desperately wants to snatch Dick up and run her tongue along the flat plane of her stomach, but she restrains herself, because once Dick knows she's mastered this technique, she'll find a way to keep her out.
Dick turns away from the mirror, her bouncing more pronounced. A small smile is curving her mouth, and she springs across the room to go back into the bathroom and hit the replay button. The song restarts, and Dick starts going through clothes in the bottom drawer of her dresser.
"If everything you do has got a hold on me, then everything I do has got a hole in it, I've been here before I should be used to it, but I can't take it no more, I can't take it no more, oh, whoa..." Dick murmurs to herself as she pulls on a skinny black tank-top, then huffily throws it off. Wally's surprised; she's never heard Dick make a musical noise in the whole time they've known each other, and the voice behind the murmur actually sounds good.
Dick pulls out a tube of lip gloss from the desk and applies as she sings, her hand unerringly following the line of her lip as it wavers with her words.
"Your mangled heart, your battered love that's hanging on to memories, you're letting go of everything that used to be, I've had enough, you'll build me up to let me down..." With a pop, Dick finishes with the lip gloss. Wally has her knuckle between her teeth, her leg jiggling up and down anxiously. She's always been tactile, and Dick is so...touchable.
She's quiet through the two verses as she finds another shirt, and she sits on the bed to pull on her skinny jeans as the next verse comes on, and suddenly her voice rises to join, then surpass, the one of the singer.
"I don't want the world, I only want what I deserve. I don't want the world, the world, I only want what I deserve. I don't want the world, the world, I only want what I deseeerrrve!!" She drums against her thighs, grinning, and finishes the song off.
Wally's pretty sure she's found a source of instant orgasm. Like, 99% sure.
This causes her to kind of, forget, to keep her powers going. And when Dick looks up, Wally is standing there with her mouth open. Dick jolts, a hand shooting to her hair.
"I-what-how long have you been standing there?" She slowly closes her mouth.
"Um. Like...a second?" Dick glares, and sits on the bed to pull her sneakers close.
"You have until my shoes are tied to run for your life." She grins.
"You sure you want to give me a head start like that?" Dick's glare narrows, and her grin wilts. She runs.