Dick & Babs A love Story | By : Corina Category: DC Verse Comics > Birds Of Prey Views: 4735 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title: A Love Story
Author: Corina
Summary: What really happened after BOP #8
Rating: NC-17 for later chapters
Pairing(s): Dick Grayson/Barbara Gordon
Feedback: desired.
Characters: Dick/Babs
Betas: Looking for testers!!! Email me if interested!
Author’s notes: My homage to the cutest couple in comics. This is what I would have liked to see happen after the date in BOP #8.
*Disclaimer: All characters are property of Marvel or DC Comics. I do not own these characters nor do I make any financial gain from these characters. The story is designed for entertainment purposes only.
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Chapter One: Flying High
Babs’ head spun at the incredible sensations that began coursing through her body. Being so high could only mean one thing…a fall from grace. But this time, she knew there would be someone there to catch her. And hopefully never let her go. No matter what.
“Do you trust me?”
It was such a loaded question. Could you really trust anyone completely? And to what degree? With your life? But if there was one person that earned her trust, time and time again, it was Dick. The first man she ever had puppy dog eyes for. The first man that made her feel like a woman. And the only man that never violated that secret little gift of trust.
“This isn’t about trust Dick!!” she called out, feeling every muscle bulging out in her arms. The bar, the small, thin bar was all that held her up, high above the world. The bar that was the last thing that Dick’s parents felt in their grip before the deadly plunge to the ground. But she quickly had to dismiss the thought. Before the gravity of her position became reality.
“Sure it is Babs. You know that I’d give my life to catch you.”
Babs forced a smile. She couldn’t have said it better herself. And he had. Many times. Given his own life, and placed himself in danger to protect her. She almost blushed at the thought of him catching her, tempting her muscles to release their grip on the bar. Would it be worth it? Feeling her body pressed against his, the slight tremble of fear being eased by his tender kisses? In a heartbeat.
“You still got it Babs.”
And the image faded away. Instead reality set in. The horror of falling was not an option, no matter how good it would feel to be caught by him. She held on tightly, watching as he leapt into the air and joined her, his arms wrapping their whitened knuckles around the same bar that held her in her state of heaven. But as they moved, swinging through the air, the scent of stale peanuts and popcorn met them, an assault on all senses.
And then she felt it. Physics. Their movement causing his body to press against hers. Every muscle pinned against her back, causing her to gasp a bit at their inseparable closeness. But the gasp of surprise was quickly replaced by a soft and near silent moan of contentment. His body was perfect. Muscular. Tight. And as they moved she could feel each muscle move independently, pressing farther and farther into her.
And then, just as the sensations consumed her body, they moved backwards. The arc was over, and the return found her being the one pressing herself against him. Physics. Yet again. The movement was becoming more fluid now, as they swung in the air. First her pressing against him. Then him pressing himself against her. She closed her eyes and prayed for the moment to never end.
And then as if on cue…it did.
She gasped at the feeling of safety being torn away from her. No longer could she feel his body pressed against hers. Instead she watched as he flipped through the air, catching the adjoining trapeze with a grace that could only be achieved by the true acrobat that he was. And as he spun around on the bar to face her with a smile, she almost caught herself frowning. She missed him already. His touch. The slight tease of his manhood pressing against her ass.
“Now when I say jump…Jump towards me.”
Babs shook her head. “Not on your life Grayson,” she said with determination. “There is no way…” But seeing the smile growing on his face, she knew it was coming. And before she had a chance to stop the words, out of his perfect lips they came.
“Don’t you trust me?”
Babs forced herself to smile. “You drop me and I swear to God…” she began but was interrupted with only his voice. “JUMP!!”
With a deep breath she did just that, swinging herself forward with closed eyes. The sensation was incredible. Flying through the air. Sailing through the darkness. And then…falling.
“Gotcha!!!”
Babs’ eyes shot open as she looked upwards, only to see Dick grinning, his hands wrapped around her wrists tightly. She finally allowed herself to catch a breath, relieved that he did exactly what he promised.
She smiled as she realized that she was safe…and in good hands. “Yes you do Grayson,” she said. “You have me…” As they swung a bit, she felt a pull on her arms, knowing he was pulling her upwards. She obliged, climbing his body like a hungry tiger, scaling and reaching until her lips were inches away from his. His grip on her was replaced by her own grip on the bar.
And their bodies pressed against each other, front to front, their lips begging to be one. “Dick?” Babs said, fighting the urge to cut off his reply with a kiss, but only to see him smile, and release his grip on the bars, sailing downwards.
“Come on down Babs!” Dick called out. “The weather’s great down here,” he said waving her down with his hands.
Babs let out a sigh. “So much for the moment,” she whispered to herself, closing her eyes and releasing the bar, feeling herself tumble downwards, until she was met with Dick’s outstretched arms.
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