Dick & Babs A love Story | By : Corina Category: DC Verse Comics > Birds Of Prey Views: 4736 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter three : Upstairs
Babs unlocked the door and walked inside, watching as Dick followed closely behind her. “Listen Babs,” he said, touching her shoulders and spinning her around to face him. “I’m not exactly sure how to do this,” he admitted, but then did the only thing he could think of. He closed her eyes and kissed her.
Babs was about to reply to his words, but when his lips covered hers, she felt herself give in to the sensation. His lips were so soft and full, seeking hers out with a passion that made a fire begin to burn deep inside of her. She felt the heat of his body as he pulled her close to him. She felt the tightness of his muscles as his arms wrapped around her…enveloping her in a passionate embrace. And then…she felt her own body respond, urging his lips to part. They did so willingly, as she allowed her tongue to enter his lips, slowly moving with a rhythm, searching out his and dancing a forbidden dance.
The kiss only continued to get deeper and deeper, tongues moving frantically. Arms exploring. Babs felt her knees growing weak at the assault of sensations, and as if on cue, she knew Dick felt the same, sweeping her off her feet and into his muscular arms. Finally the kiss broke, as they slowly opened their eyes to gaze at the other.
“I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I saw you,” Dick admitted, a flush across his cheeks. But this time Babs knew it wasn’t embarrassment. This time the flush was caused by the lust that was building within him. The same lust that was consuming her own body, causing her to press herself even closer to him. “And if you say no…” he added, only to be met with a flurry of passionate kissed from Babs’ lips.
Babs felt as if she was floating on a cloud, as she felt him carry her off, into her bedroom. Within moments, he placed her down on the bed, gently. She let out a soft groan, feeling the soft comforter under her back. “Are you sure?” Dick asked climbing up on the bed beside her. On his knees, he propped himself up on an elbow, gazing down at her, and brushing a stray lock of her auburn hair to the side.
Babs could only answer his question with a kiss, running her fingers through his short black hair, and pulling him down towards her. Their lips met. Their tongues teased. Their hands roamed each others bodies. And within moments, they both knew that the moment they had been waiting for had arrived, slapping them in the face with lust.
And then Dick’s experience took over, his hand tracing the perfect mounds of her breasts. Babs felt her nipples perk up at his gentleness, knowing that all that stopped his touch was the simple green sweater that she chose to wear. But within moments, his hand traced downwards, lower, resting across her flat stomach and pushing her sweater up a bit to touch her skin.
As his fingertips brushed against her porcelain white skin, she felt the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Her body was on fire, needing him. Wanting him. Lusting for him. And dare she say…loving him? But as his hand traced her stomach, she felt her body tighten, as it headed for the spot that brought a tear to her eye.
His fingertip touched it, and she caught herself flinching away from him, swaying her hips away. “What’s wrong Babs?” His voice was barely a whisper. How could she tell him? How could she explain that everything that had ever gone wrong between them started when the bullet pierced her skin? And how could she make herself believe that she was over it?
Finally she forced a smile. “Nothing. For the first time in my life Dick. Nothing is wrong.” She took his hand and kissed it lightly and then placed it back across her tummy, touching the scar. “It’s just my little…” But her words trailed off, when his hand was gently replace by his soft lips. Lips that teased her flesh. Lips that kissed her scar. And a hot breath that made her scream in silent anticipation.
His hands moved slowly and deliberately, lifting her sweater to expose the simple white bra that she wore. Her cheeks were on fire. Her chest heaved with the added anticipation. And just as his lips trailed upwards, finding the soft cotton of her bra, he stopped, reaching for her and lifting her to a sitting position. She was about to protest. To beg him for more. But his actions began to make sense. Sweet arousing sense to her. He lifted her arms straight up into the air, sliding the sweater upwards and over her head, tossing it in a heap on the floor.
She felt a soft moan escape her lips as the chilly air hit her torso, feeling her nipples perk up at the sensation. She closed her eyes, feeling his breath growing closer and closer, until his lips touched her neck. Kissing it softly and gently, moving from her neck to her collarbone, and then across to her shoulders. His hand cupped her breasts, his thumb rubbing against her nipples, feeling them begging to be freed from their cumbersome binding.
Pressing his body against her, she felt herself melt into him, hardly realizing he had reached around and skillfully undid her bra. His teeth grabbed the strap that graced her shoulder, and downward he pulled, down her arm, until she had no choice but to allow it to slip from her wrist. He repeated the process with her other strap, and soon her naked breasts jutted out in front of her, pressing themselves against his still clothed, muscular chest.
“Relax,” he said to her, feeling her heart racing. Babs simply nodded feeling his touch urging her back onto the bed. She closed her eyes, her arms still wrapped around his neck, as he brought his lips down to her breasts. Slowly he teased them, caressing them with his tongue, circling the perk nipples. A groan escaped his lips, as his hands cupped her, pressing the full mounds into his mouth hungrily. But he wanted more. Much more.
His hands released their grip of her breasts, tracing down the length of her naked torso. He could feel the slender indent of her waist. And then the increasing curve of her hips, covered by the rough denim of the jeans she always wore. He looked up to see the look on her face, seeing her eyes closed in ecstasy, he smiled to himself. It was his dream. To make her happy. To make her want him. And as his hands left her body long enough to strip his own shirt, he knew that there was something he needed to say. He needed to tell her…
He pressed himself against her, naked chest to naked chest. Her eyes grew wide at the sensation, feeling him pressed against her. She opened her mouth to say something, but the sight of his rippling muscles only made the moment seem all the more perfect. And then he kissed her. It was unlike any other kiss they had ever shared. This was deep. Passionate. Powerful. His tongue parted her lips, forcing it’s way inside. His hands grabbed her face and pressed it hard against his own. The kiss lingered for merely seconds, but to the two young lovers it seemed like a lifetime.
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