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The First Day of The Rest of Your Life	By : ingrid Category: DC Verse Comics > Justice League Views: 3790 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The First Day of The Rest of Your Life
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The First Day of the Rest of Your Life

by ingrid

~*~
There were no real sunrises to be seen from the Watchtower.
Not the kind that John remembered waking up to in his younger days, dark red rays peeking over the horizon, turning into a burst of fiery sunlight. Winter ... summer ... the season didn't matter, all that mattered was the brilliance -- the warmth -- of that new morning. A new sunrise meant that he was alive, and had one more chance to enjoy the fact.
Just as he was enjoying life now. More than he ever thought he would.
John looked down at the woman beside him in bed, glorious red hair spread over the pillow, her face more beautiful than sunlight, and God, wasn't he going to Hallmark hell for letting his i sap sap run amok so freely.
But it was true. She'd never looked more beautiful, more vulnerable even to him, someone who knew her strength better than almost anyone. She'd allowed him past her barriers, literally, and John couldn't remember ever feeling so grateful.
Or so horny.
He shifted onto his side to get a better view, ignoring the sharp ache that accompanied the movement. The Joker could have blown half of him away and he'd still wouldn't have given up his night -- or his morning -- with Shayera, not for anything.
Lightly, he smoothed his fingers over her forehead, her hair, her neck, even the tops of her wings, the shining feathers rippling beneath his touch. He wanted to bury himself in their softness, bury himself within her and damn, if there wasn't that horniness again, making his breath catch, making his hands wander even further down her body.
Her perfect body, he thought, the ache in his chest spreading warmly to other areas.
A grumbling noise from her at the caress and John smiled. He made a mental note to be the one to make the morning coffee for them from that day on.
After they did a few other things.
Bending his head, he kissed the hollow of her neck, chuckling as the grumble turned into a pleased sound. She was silk-soft, warm and smelled just a tiny bit like blasting powder from the bombs they'd spent the night disarming, which was exactly as it should be.
His hands kept wandering, lingering over brr breasts and John waited for Shayera's eyes to flutter open, so he could see again how huge and green they wero loo longer hidden by that damned helmet he now wanted to burn.
Or worship, considering he didn't have half the universe competing with him for its most stunning woman and Hawkgirl's headgear was partially responsible for that.
Sometimes, you gotta love that secret identity thing.
"What are you thinking?" Her voice, a little raspy upon awakening, sounded as sly and suspicious as ever.
"How beautiful you are," he answered truthfully. He kissed her. "And good morning to you too."
Yawning, she stretched, then snuggled in closer. "Is it morning? I can never tell up here."
"According to my inner clock, it's morning somewhere."
Her eyes went wide, something akin to fear in them. "That means ... the others ... they'll be back soon and ..."
"No one's here, and won't be for a while. I contacted them about an hour ago," he soothed. "Batman's chasing down Ace, Superman and Flash are cleaning up the remains of the explosions. As for Diana and J'onn, who knows? Maybe they're snuggling somewhere else, just like us."
Shayera's mouth dropped open. She slapped his arm ... softly. "Don't say that!"
"Why not?" He pushed himself up onto his elbows, leaning in to nuzzle her neck.
"Because ... because ..." Her voice faltered, trailing off in a sigh. She arched into his touch. "Actually, I have no idea."
"Good of you to admit it. Now ... " Soft licks down her throat, not stopping even as she writhed beneath him. A gentle kiss to a hardened nipple and John looked up at her. "May I?"
Her face was flushed and so very alive. "Oh ... yes."
Smiling, he kept going, taking his time with his hands and tongue. It was hard for him to take it slowly -- everything good about their relationship had been nothing but painfully slow in coming. He wanted them to make love as they fought, hard and sure, inextricably bound in a battle to the end. And she was nothing if not tough, ready to meet him blow for blow.
But something about this new day, about the stars that revolved outside the window made John want to just soak her in, watch every movement she made, study her in detail, relish the soft noises she made, ones that sounded nothing like he ever heard from her before.
The war cries could wait. This was their time together.
It wasn't long before she was on top of him, trembling as he guided himself into her and God, it was good, the best thing ever and he couldn't help but reach out and stroke the soft wings close to her waist, wrapping his hands around her and holding on as she rose and fell. She cried out as she got closer, their room sounding more like a battle with every passing minute.
He came, hard, she she followed with a sob, falling onto his chest, shaking with aftershocks. Pure joy, and he wanted to laugh aloud but knew her mace was still within reach and didn't want the fighting to start ... not yet.
Because they were going to fight. It was inevitable, and not all together unwelcome.
When warriors find each other, it's to be expected.
But not at that moment. This was the time for listening to her breathing slow, to stroke her damp hair away from her forehead and indulge in a final, melting kiss before crawling out ed ted to face the new day.
“I think I´m going to call you ‘Sunshine´ from now on,’ he joked breathlessly. “How would that be?’
She raised her head, green eyes as narrow as they ever were when concealed. “It would be the least used nickname in history. Because if you call me that just once ...’
He laughed. “There´s a song about it you know. You are my sunshine, my only sunshine ...’
With a growl, she cut him off by kissing him fiercely, their teeth knocking together. When she pulled back, he was pretty sure his lips were bruised, perfectly matching much of the rest of him.
She looked ... triumphant. “Time to get up and face another day, soldier.’
“Yes, mam´,’ he breathed, and watched as she got dressed, the helmet last to go on. She was Hawkgirl again, all business and he closed his eyes when she kissed his forehead, not wanting to lose his vision of Shayera just yet. “I´ll be a few minutes, all right?’
“Take your time,’ she replied.
When he opened his eyes, she was gone. But the stars were still in the heavens and somewhere on Earth the sun was rising again and John lay back to enjoy the view and breathe in the scent she left behind.
The one Shayera left behind.
~*~
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