A/N: I used google translate for the arabic parts. If you see something that doesn’t make sense, please feel free to let me know the correct translation of the words.
The morning light spilled through the curtains in pale golden strips, painting the room in warmth. You should have gotten up already. Instead, you remained exactly where you were.
Talia lays beside you, one arm tucked beneath her head, dark hair spread across the pillow, and the other arm was around your waist. For once, there was no mission waiting, no interruptions and no reason to leave the comfort of the bed.
You felt Talia watching you before you opened your eyes.
“Good morning.” you murmured sleepily.
“Is it a good morning eazizi?” (my dear) Talia hummed softly. A smile tugged at your lips at her response.
You cracked one eye open and she was already looking at you.
“That’s a little dramatic.”
“Perhaps.” Her voice was rough with sleep, but softer than usual. The sound sent a strange warmth through your chest.
For a moment, neither of you spoke. Talia reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from your face. The gesture was simple and it’s not like it’s the first time she did it. Yet it made your breath catch.
Her gaze lingered at your face with so much love, you felt it in your heart.
“You are staring again.” you said quietly.
“And yet you haven’t told me to stop.” A faint smile appeared on her lips. The teasing remark left the air between you charged. You suddenly became very aware of how close she was. You could feel the warmth of her body and the steady rise and fall of her breathing. The way her eyes flicked briefly to your mouth before returning to your gaze.
“You know,” Talia said softly, her fingers tracing absent patterns against your arm. “most people find me intimidating.”
You laughed. Oh Talia… most people don’t even know how deep your love goes.
“Most people don’t get to see you like this. They don’t know the real Talia but I do. I know your heart. They don’t.” Something unreadable flickered across her expression. For once, Talia looked almost vulnerable and realizing that made your heart skip a beat.
Slowly, she shifted closer. Enough to make the distance impossible to ignore.
“Then perhaps,” she murmured, kissing your lips softly. “you are very fortunate.”
You rolled your eyes, though the smile threatening to appear gave you away immediately.
“There she is.”
“Who?” Talia’s eyebrow arched.
“The ego, baby.” A quiet laugh escaped her. The sound was rare enough to make you stare.
Talia’s gaze lingered on your face, tracing every detail as though committing it to memory. You tried to hold her stare and you really really tried. But the intensity of it made your pulse quicken.
“Talia…” The way you said her name seemed to catch her attention immediately. Her expression softened. She would never admit it but hearing you say her name always made her feel safe and loved.
Slowly, she lifted a hand and rested it against your cheek. The touch was warm and careful, as if she was giving you every opportunity to pull away. But you never did, and never will. You would never pull away from her touch.
A faint smile touched her lips.
“’uhibuk min kuli qalbi.”(I love you with my whole heart) she whispered. Before you could ask what she meant, she leaned closer.
The kiss was gentle. Her soft lips press against yours. The kind of kiss that felt less like a question and more like a reminder that she is deeply in love with you. When she pulled back, she remained close enough that your foreheads nearly touched.
For once, Talia seemed completely unconcerned with maintaining her usual composure. It was a side of her only reserved for you and you only.
Her thumb brushed lightly against your cheek. It was a small gesture but that somehow made your heart race more than anything else. The smile that appeared on her face was softer than you’d ever seen.
It didn’t take too long before Talia crashed her lips against yours again. This time with a lot more passion and need. You could feel your body screaming for her.
“Tell me to stop and I will.” She whispered in between the Kiss and she really hopes you don’t stop her. Fuck, especially because all she can now think of is burying her head between your legs and eating you out until your legs are shaking.
“Don’t you dare.”
“You’re far braver than you should be.”
“What can I say? My girlfriend is the Talia al Ghul.”
“Careful now fatati alhulwa.” (my sweet girl)
“I need you, Talia.” You replied needy.
Talia groaned at your response.
“You have my full attention.” She said and right after tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
Talia positions herself now between your legs and the sight alone causes your body to shiver with desire. She removes your panties carefully, exposing your wet pussy.
Holding your left leg now, she kisses her way down and you leave out a ragged gasp at the feeling.
“You’ve been waiting for this moment, mh?” She says teasingly. All you can do is nod at her.
Talia now leans into the warmth of your wet and needy Pussy, moving her tongue around. A choked moan left your lips.
The way she moves her mouth and eats you out makes you feel like you’re high on drugs.
“Talia… fuuuuck.”
You spread your legs even further, allowing her to sink her face deeper into you and she leaves out a little whimper. By now, she feels pussydrunk. Your taste feels intoxicating and she can’t stop moving her tongue around your clit. And fuck, she doesn’t plan to stop anytime soon.
“Fuck, baby I’m close.” She only hums, giving you permission to cum all over her mouth.
As you feel the shockwaves of pleasure all over you, Talia can’t help but drink your salty juices. Not a single drop goes to waste.
As if you don’t feel slightly overstimulated already, you feel Talia slip up her finger inside your drenched Pussy. She curls her fingers up towards her tongue and her thumb circles your clit. You can’t help but get more vocal at the feeling. Moaning, screaming her name, whimpering… you name it. Your vocals are like music to her ears.
You’re an overstimulated mess under her touch.
The whole sensitive parts of you are now at the control of her finger-tongue combination. A low growl escaped from Talia. You start closing your eyes and fist the bedsheets with both hands. Fuck, she enjoys feeling you fall apart around her and having the upper hand brings her joy.
By now you already reached your second and third orgasm. But Talia wasn’t done yet. She’s determined to make you cum one more time.
But due to the overwhelming feeling of pleasure, you can’t really feel your body anymore. All you can feel is how good Talia’s tongue moves.
“hmph- fuck. I-” You can’t really form a coherent sentence without embarrassing yourself.
After reaching your fourth high, cum leaks from your swollen clit and you drain Talia’s face with your juice. But she doesn’t mind even a little bit.
After she licks you up clean, she hovers over your body. She lets out a small laugh when she sees the state you’re in. Drenched in sweat, face flushed, mouth slightly ajar, and your breaths are coming in short bursts.
“Awww baby. You should see your face.” She mocks you. Lips crashing into yours now, you could feel your own taste against her lips. “You’re such a good girl for me. My sweet girl.”
Finally, the pride even is here! I wanted to do something special during pride month and i given that WLW relationships often don’t have much representation (at least non-toxic rep lol) i’d focus on that!!
Warnings: Evidently, given that it’s a wlw theme, all stories will be written for and tagged as fem!reader. HOWEVER, there’s no real descriptions of readers body/appearance, clothes or genitalia! We welcome all shapes and forms of womanhood here, if you don’t like that, the unfollow/block buttons are at your disposal.
Most of the collection is fluffy and humorous, there might be a couple lines that get a little suggestive, but nothing crazy going on!
Now with all works completed and in the order they were posted for your enjoyment!!
Without further ado, i leave you with our lovely ladies <3
I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me - Supercorp
Chapter 1: The Mission
Starring: Milly Alcock!Supergirl x Margaret Qualley!Lena Luthor
And: Superman (2025) characters.
Two weeks after Superman's defeat of Lex Luthor, Metropolis is still struggling to rise from the rubble. As its heroes work tirelessly to rebuild the city, another Luthor arrives with a promise: to repair the damage her family has caused.Lena Luthor insists she's only there to help. No one believes her.To keep an eye on her, Kara Zor-El is given a simple mission: don’t let Lena out of your sight. But what should have been a routine assignment soon spirals into a series of clashes, growing distrust, and an attraction neither woman can ignore—one that slowly begins to blur the line into obsession.
Content: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Spoiled Brat x Rebel Brat, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn (not really), Romance, Fluff and Crack, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Jealousy, Possessiveness, Obsession, Insecurities, Mental Health, Drinking, Smoking, Kissing, Suggestive Themes, Eventual Smut (still not sure, we will see), Other Ships, "Stalking" (it's her job), Mentions of Past Self-Harm, Mentions of Attempted Suicide, DC Universe Typical Violence, Happy Ending.
A/N: I'm just having fun akjsdkjs hope y'all enjoy it <3
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“Krypto! Go get the ball!”
Kara hurled the ball high into the air. Krypto shot after it with an excited bark, his red cape billowing behind him. Kara laughed, then flopped onto the grass.
The two of them had gone to the outskirts of Metropolis, where the city gave way to empty roads, rolling hills, and open fields. Far from the noise and crowds, it was one of the few places where they could relax and play without worrying about anyone getting hurt.
It had been two weeks since Superman's battle with Lex Luthor.
And two weeks since Kara had decided to return to Earth to rest and finally settle down for a while.
After learning about Krypto's kidnapping, realizing she could have lost both her dog and her cousin in a pocket universe, surviving yet another adventure in space, and nearly dying more times than she cared to count, Kara had reluctantly admitted that maybe Clark had been right. Maybe it was time to stop running, find somewhere to belong, and discover people she could truly call her own.
Even so, adjusting to life on Earth was still difficult.
Living beneath a yellow sun, completely sober, with every one of her senses amplified to their absolute limit, was overwhelming. Every heartbeat, every distant conversation, every bird in flight, every rustling leaf reached her all at once. Nature had become her sanctuary.
Her favorite places were the Fortress of Solitude and the deserts. They offered a kind of peaceful silence she couldn't find anywhere else.
Kara closed her eyes and took a slow, deep breath. Krypto would be gone for a while. The dog got distracted by practically everything—especially if it happened to be floating through space.
The peace lasted less than a minute.
The screech of tires echoed in the distance, followed by a terrified scream.
Kara sighed, rolling her eyes.
Of course.
She let her enhanced senses lock onto the sound and took off at super speed, reaching the nearest highway in the blink of an eye. A car had broken through the guardrail and was tumbling down the ravine. Kara rocketed forward, positioning herself in front of it before planting her feet against the ground. The collision sent a shockwave through the air, but the vehicle ground to a halt in her hands. Carefully, she lifted the mangled car, flew it back onto the road, and gently lowered it onto the asphalt.
She pulled open the driver's door and carefully nudged the occupant aside so she could get a better look.
Inside was a young woman around Kara's age. She had messy black hair, striking blue eyes, and a cut on her forehead. Blood stained the right side of her neck, collarbone, and shoulder, though the injuries didn't appear life-threatening. Then again, Kara was still learning the difference between "just a scratch" and "requires immediate medical attention" by human standards.
"Are you okay?" she asked as she unbuckled the woman's seatbelt.
"Oh yeah, absolutely," the woman replied dryly. "My brakes failed, I almost died, you know... average Friday."
Kara snorted.
"Cool. Have you ever considered less dangerous hobbies? Like jogging? Or golf?" She released the seatbelt.
"Don't touch me!" The woman slapped Kara's hands away as Kara tried to help her out of the car.
"Relax, Princess." Kara caught both of her wrists. "I'm just trying to help before you bleed out."
Instead of answering, the woman bit her arm.
"Ow!" The bite didn't hurt—not physically—but it made Kara realize something.
The woman was terrified. She was trying desperately to hide it beneath sarcasm and defiance. Kara immediately let go and took a few steps back. The woman stumbled out of the wrecked car, keeping as much distance between them as possible while frantically searching for an escape route.
"Hey." Kara raised both hands. "I'm one of the good guys, okay? I'm not going to hurt you." She pulled open her coat, revealing her suit beneath. The House of El crest gleamed brilliantly beneath the morning sun. The woman visibly relaxed.
"...I didn't know Superman had boobs and bleached hair."
Kara slowly tilted her head. What the hell was wrong with this girl? People she rescued usually reacted in one of three ways: gratitude, complete panic, or unconsciousness. This woman—with those ridiculously beautiful blue eyes—was fully conscious and seemed far more interested in insulting Kara than worrying about the blood running down the side of her face.
"First of all, Princess," Kara said, walking toward her slowly, only for the woman to take another cautious step back, "I'm Supergirl. Kara, if we're friends." She smiled. "Second, if you don't want my help, fine. Not my fucking problem." Another step. "I'm going back to play with my dog." Another. "You can stay here and bleed to death if that's your thing." She cornered the woman against the car, leaning in until only inches separated their faces. "And for the record..." Kara smirked. "I'm a natural blonde."
Then she turned to leave.
"Wait!" The woman's voice cracked. "Please... d-don't go."
Kara stopped. She glanced back over her shoulder, a smug grin tugging at the corner of her lips.
"You gonna behave?"
"...Yeah." The answer came with an exaggerated eye roll. "I will."
"Good girl."
Before the woman could protest, Kara scooped her effortlessly into her arms and launched into the sky. The woman shrieked. She immediately wrapped both arms around Kara's shoulders, digging her nails into the Kryptonian suit. Supergirl laughed. She flew at top speed until she spotted the nearest hospital. A second later she landed hard outside the emergency entrance, cracking the pavement beneath her boots and startling everyone nearby.
She carefully set the brunette back on her feet.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" the woman yelled, shoving Kara in the shoulders. She looked seconds away from throwing up.
"What did we say about behaving, Princess?" Kara reminded her.
Ignoring the glare she received in return, she grabbed the woman's wrist and dragged her inside.
“Let go of me!” the woman said, trying to break free.
"Supergirl! Hi!" One of the receptionists waved enthusiastically. By now, most of the hospital staff in Metropolis recognized her. She showed up with injured civilians often enough.
"Hey!" Kara smiled. "Car accident. Head injury. Can you take care of her?" She kept both hands on the brunette's shoulders to stop her from making another escape attempt.
"Of course!"
"Perfect." Kara flashed the woman an infuriatingly sweet smile. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Princess." She gave her a playful pat on the shoulder. Unfortunately, it landed directly on a bruise. The brunette hissed in pain.
"Fuck you."
That only made Kara grin even wider.
Before anyone could say another word, she shot back into the sky. Halfway home, Krypto slammed into her at full speed. The impact sent both Kryptonians crashing into a nearby field, carving a crater into the ground.
"Hey, buddy!" Kara laughed as the super-dog enthusiastically licked her face. "I was starting to wonder where you'd disappeared to." She scratched him behind the ears, and Krypto barked happily.
Kara's phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out and glanced at the message from Clark.
Hall of Justice.
Emergency meeting.
Come now.
Kara frowned. Clark was usually the kind of person who sent five texts instead of one, each accompanied by an excessive number of emojis and stickers. If he'd kept it this short, something had to be seriously wrong.
Without a second thought, she shot into the sky, heading straight for the Hall of Justice.
Kara wasn't an official superhero. She wasn't even a member of the Justice League—not because she hadn't been invited, but because she'd refused. She preferred doing things her own way, helping people whenever she felt like it rather than following anyone's orders. Every now and then she'd lend the League a hand on particularly difficult missions, which just happened to be her favorites. Mostly because they involved punching some idiot through several walls. Clark had long since accepted that his cousin wasn't like him. Kara preferred roaming the galaxy as a vigilante; Earth already had more than enough superheroes. She wasn't nearly as famous as Superman, nor did she bother with a secret identity.
Kara simply existed.
She did whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. But if her cousin needed her… She'd always come. Because no matter how human he'd become—or the fact that he never grew up in Krypton—he was still the only thing left of her family.
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Kara landed hard on the Hall of Justice lawn, leaving a shallow crater beneath her boots. She scratched Krypto behind the ears before letting him loose to play in the gardens. As amusing as it was watching her dog terrorize Mr. Terrific and Green Lantern, now wasn't the time.
She strode inside. Everyone was already gathered around Mr. Terrific. Jimmy Olsen was there as well, for reasons Kara couldn't immediately figure out. Lois and Clark were still dressed in their work clothes from the Daily Planet.
"Good morning, ladies," Kara greeted with a grin. She looked toward the men. "...And disappointments." She circled the couches before flopping down beside Hawkgirl.
"Hi, bestie."
"Do you always have to be so rude?" Green Lantern sighed.
"Do you always have to wear that awful wig?" Kara shot back.
"How dare you! This is not a wig. Three hundred and fifty-six chicks online think it's hot."
"I'm pretty sure ninety-nine percent of them are bots."
"I—"
"Guys, can we focus?" Lois interrupted before the argument could escalate.
Green Lantern folded his arms with an offended huff while Kara rested her head on Hawkgirl's shoulder.
"As you all know," Mr. Terrific began, bringing up holographic images of Metropolis, "we've been rebuilding the city after the devastation Lex Luthor caused." Graphs, financial reports, and reconstruction statistics filled the screen. "One of the biggest reasons we've been able to rebuild this quickly is thanks to the generous donations of an anonymous billionaire philanthropist." The next image appeared. A woman seen from behind appeared; she was barely distinguishable. "And today we learned that our mysterious benefactor is Lex Luthor's sister... Lena Luthor. She's currently in Metropolis.” Another slide. "And she's officially reopened LuthorCorp."
The instant Kara heard the name Luthor, her eyes flared red. A warm hand settled on her shoulder.
Clark.
She shut her eyes. When she opened them again, the heat vision was gone. Blue once more.
When Clark had told her everything Lex had done, he'd physically restrained her to stop her from flying straight to the maximum-security prison and snapping Lex's neck. He'd also stopped her from reducing LuthorCorp to ashes.
"So how did we find out?" Hawkgirl asked.
"Lena hired Eve as her personal assistant," Jimmy explained. "She told me." The room collectively stared at him.
"Why would she do that?" Kara asked, her anger replaced by genuine curiosity.
Eve was impossible to figure out. She was unpredictable, intelligent but extremely naive… and somehow everyone adored her. What nobody understood was why she was dating Jimmy—or why Jimmy acted like she was the worst thing that had ever happened to him.
"She says they're best friends," Jimmy replied with a shrug. "And that Lena isn't anything like her brother." He paused. "She thinks we should give her a chance." He didn't sound convinced himself.
"That's not all," Lois added. "Lena Luthor requested an exclusive interview with the Daily Planet." She hesitated. "And she specifically asked for me and… I accepted."
For once, Kara didn't even have a sarcastic comment. She was simply confused.
"The reason we called you," Clark explained, taking Lois's hand, "is because we need someone protecting Lois during the interview."
"We don't know what Lena Luthor's intentions are."
"And," Mr. Terrific continued, "we need someone to keep an eye on Lena until we're certain she isn't a threat—or working with her brother."
"Okay..." Kara leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. "So why doesn't Clark do it? He already works with Lois. Nobody would suspect him."
"If Clark goes," Green Lantern answered, "he'd have to be there as Superman in case he needs to protect Lois without exposing his identity." He smirked. "And if Lena's even half as smart as Lex, she'll immediately realize there's something going on between Superman and Lois Lane.” He turned to the couple. “You two are terrible at hiding it."
"That's not true!" Clark and Lois protested in perfect unison.
"Clark, sweetheart," Kara said, "no offense, but every time you look at Lois, you stare at her like she personally hung the stars in the sky."
"And Lois checks out your ass every chance she gets," Hawkgirl added with a laugh.
Both reporters immediately turned bright red.
"After analyzing every possible variable," Mr. Terrific continued, "we've concluded that you're the best choice."
"Lex knows almost everything about Superman. But he knows almost nothing about you, not even your existence, beyond the fact that you're Kryptonian. So Lena won't either. You're less famous than the rest of us, meaning she'll probably underestimate you—if she notices you at all. And even if she does know who you are, she has no idea what you're truly capable of."
He smiled.
"If something goes wrong, you're the most effective person in this room. Not because you're the most powerful one. Because you're completely unpredictable. And since you don't have a civilian identity, you can walk into LuthorCorp as yourself, gather information, and Lena will have no reason to suspect you're spying on her."
"Okay." Kara nodded. "Investigate LuthorCorp. Protect Lois. Keep an eye on Lena Luthor. Got it." She crossed one leg over the other. "So... what do I get out of it?"
"A salary generous enough to buy that apartment you've been wanting." Mr. Terrific smiled. "And more. After all...Lena Luthor's donations to the Justice League have significantly increased our budget."
Lois blinked.
"...You accepted donations from her?"
"In our defense," Hawkgirl said, raising both hands, "that was before we knew who she was."
"When life gives you lemons," Green Lantern grinned, "you take the money, Lane."
Lois rolled her eyes.
"Well," Kara said, standing, "if that's everything..." She stretched. "I'm gonna head out."
"Kendra, you coming?"
"Sure." Hawkgirl stood. "...Wait. Where are we going?"
Kara flashed a mischievous grin.
"We're going to investigate LuthorCorp, baby." She laced their fingers together and pulled Kendra toward the exit.
Lois watched the two women disappear outside.
"Do you think this is a good idea?"
Clark slipped an arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head.
"I guess only time will tell."
Supergirl and Hawkgirl watched LuthorCorp from the rooftop of the tallest building they could find.
Unfortunately, LuthorCorp happened to be the tallest building in Metropolis, making it difficult to spy on certain areas. The upside was that the rooftop they occupied had a clear view of one side of Lex Luthor's office—the office that would soon belong to Lena.
"Okay," Kara grumbled. "I've circled the entire building, and my X-ray vision is completely useless. We only have access to the floors and rooms with windows."
"That's because the exterior is lined with a thin layer of lead," Kendra explained. "Only the outer walls, though. Too much lead would be a health hazard for everyone inside. Once you go in with Lois, your X-ray vision should work just fine."
"Well, other than that, I haven't seen anything suspicious. Just employees working, construction crews renovating the office, and Eve taking selfies." Kara shrugged. "Still no sign of Lena Luthor."
"Should we ask Eve for information?" Kendra suggested. "She's our friend, and she's Jimmy's girlfriend. I'm sure she'd want to help."
Kara shook her head.
"I think it's better if we wait. If it's true that she and Lena are best friends, she'd probably tell her we were asking questions, and our whole plan would fall apart."
She glanced back toward LuthorCorp.
"Besides, it's still early. I doubt Eve knows anything useful about her yet."
"Mmm... you're right." Kendra rested her chin in her hand before suddenly frowning. "I still don't understand what she's doing with a guy like Jimmy. He doesn't deserve her."
"I swear!" Kara laughed. "I don't get what women see in him. He should be giving us lessons on how to pull baddies."
The two burst into laughter.
For another hour, they kept watch, scanning the building for anything unusual. Nothing happened. Eventually, boredom won.
"So..." Kendra said, leaning against the rooftop ledge. "What do you think Lena Luthor looks like?"
Kara had wondered the exact same thing. Nobody had ever seen a clear photograph of her. There was virtually no information about her—not even her age. The Luthors were exceptionally good at keeping secrets.
"No clue," Kara admitted. "She could be some spoiled teenage rich girl..." She paused. "...or a woman in her forties with the same shitty personality as her brother."
Kendra laughed.
"Can you imagine if she's actually a teenager?"
"Well..." Kara shrugged. "Batman somehow ended up with a small army of ridiculously competent teenage geniuses. Maybe she's a genius too." She sighed. "I just hope she's nothing like Lex." Her gaze drifted toward the towering skyscraper. "If she isn't, maybe I can wrap this mission up quickly, move into my new apartment, and never think about the Luthors again."
Kendra smirked.
"You feel like grabbing a drink?"
"You don't have to ask me twice."
Even if alcohol couldn't get her drunk anymore, Kara would never turn down a couple of piña coladas. The two heroines took off, soaring toward their favorite bar in the city. It had been a long day.
As they flew, Kara found herself thinking about the blue-eyed woman she'd rescued that morning. She wondered how she was doing. Meeting her had been... unexpectedly entertaining.
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Several floors below, inside one of the lead-lined rooms of LuthorCorp, Lena Luthor watched the two heroes disappear into the distance through a bank of security monitors.
A slow smile spread across her face. She turned in her chair to face Eve.
"Eve, baby..." Her smile widened. "What can you tell me about Supergirl?"
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A/N: There will be another sapphic couple, can you guess who they are?. Ideas and suggestions are welcomed. Anything related to the series can be found in the #|: I'm your biggest fan I'll follow you until you love me :| tag on my blog <3
CW: Established relationship, language, fingering, semi-public sex (in a bathroom), pantie stealing, reader is a waitress, slight Service Top! Stephanie, kissing
You're not even half way through the work day and you've already had enough. There's been too many rude customers with snide comments and too many men leering at you because of the damn skirt you have to wear for your uniform for your liking. Too much leering. Too many snippy, upper-class people looking at you like you're less than them just because you happen to be a waitress.
But, of course, wearing your frustration on your face doesn't get you good tips. Smiling and fake laughing and pretending not to notice the men eyeing the way your skirt stops at the back of your knees, or the way your crisp button up shirt clings to you, does get you good tips. As much as you hate your job, you're good at it and have been doing it long enough to know how to wear your polite mask.
You saved all your frustrations for your phone, sending annoyed texts to your girlfriend throughout the morning between customers whenever you have a second to yourself. She's used to your work-time rants, of course, and always responds with the appropriate emojis or scandalized rage on your behalf. It helped a little. It always helps to vent. But it didn't ease your frustrations entirely.
So you shouldn't have been too surprised to see your girlfriend sliding into a stool at the restaurant bar a little while later. But you were surprised; the good kind of surprised, of course. You felt yourself smile to yourself as Stephanie caught your eye and waved, grinning right back at you. Just the sight of her eased the frustration and exhaustion welling up inside of you.
It takes a few more minutes before you can finally walk over and slide into a barstool beside her, smiling at her, “Hey. You didn't tell me you were gonna stop by.”
Stephanie shrugs a bit, turning on her barstool to face you better. You can tell she wants to reach over and take your hand but she doesn't, if only because you're on the clock. “I wasn't doing anything and you sounded like you were having a rough one today. Figured I'd swing by and see you. I mean, I know I'm seeing you tonight anyway but I missed you and had the free time.”
“Not like I’d complain about seeing you,” you assure her with a soft smile. You heave a small sigh and glance back towards the rest of the restaurant, shaking your head to yourself as you turn to her again. “But yeah, it’s…been a day, that’s for sure. All the customers are in a mood today or something; all of us are getting snapped at. Literally and figuratively; it’s just been exhausting and I haven’t even made it to lunch yet.”
Stephanie grimaces a bit in sympathy, resting her elbow on the bar and planting her chin in her palm as she watches you. You can tell she’s fighting the urge to tell you to quit this job, but she’s not saying it. “I’m sorry, baby. Have you even gone to your first break yet?”
You shake your head, leaning over the counter to squint towards the clock on the wall. “Not yet; had a huge party of like, ten and they’re only just now finishing up. Once they leave and I clear up their table I’ll be able to go.” You look back at her, a hopeful smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. “Wanna spend my break with me?”
“You read my mind, sweetie,” She nods a little bit and gestures for you to head back to work with a lazy wave of her hand. “Go on before your manager swings around and chases me out for distracting you like he did last time I was here.”
You don’t want to go. No, you really just want to melt into her arms and forget about this annoying morning as it is, but jobs are important. You like being able to afford to eat, after all. So, you sigh and nod, sliding off the bar stool and straightening out your skirt again, nodding to yourself. “Alright. Should only take me maybe ten more minutes. I hope, at least.”
“I’ll be waiting,” Stephanie blows you a kiss, making you laugh softly as you finally turn to get back to work.
Admittedly, it takes closer to fifteen minutes to get that party of ten finished up and out and their table cleaned, but you know Stephanie doesn’t mind. You can see her chatting away with the bartender while she waits for you, like she always does when she’s lingering here and trying not to bother you. You make quick work of taking all the dirtied dishes back to the kitchen and letting one of the other waitresses know you’re finally going to break before you hurry back to Stephanie. She stands up the second you approach, taking your hand in hers and tugging you along.
You smile softly, expecting her to lead you outside for fresh air, maybe even a kiss or two. You’re left absolutely confused when she tugs you into the employee bathroom tucked away out of sight from the rest of the restaurant. “Steph?”
She tugs you in with that stunning grin of hers on her face, turning to lock the door behind you. Almost immediately, you’re pushed back against the door with Stephanie’s lips on yours, one of her hands gripping your hip while the other grips your chin to keep you in place. The kiss isn’t unwelcome, of course; you melt right into it with a soft little sigh, lips parting to let her tongue slip into your mouth in the way that always has you shivering against her. One of your hands slides into her hair, gripping gently to keep her there, too, and you feel yourself arching gently into her when her teeth nip at your bottom lip as she pulls away enough to breathe against your lips, “How long is your break again?”
“Fifteen minutes,” you reply, a bit breathless. You’re about to ask why when you see that look on her face; her lower lip caught gently between her teeth for a moment as her eyes rake over your face, taking in the flush on your face. You know that look. Your eyes widen almost comically. “Here? You can’t be serious!”
Stephanie laughs softly and shrugs her shoulders, the hand on your hip gripping it a little harder. “Dead serious.” She murmurs, ducking her head down to trail her lips along your throat, teeth grazing the skin and making your breath hitch softly. “If you really don’t want to, that’s fine. But you’ve had a rough morning and I figured I could make it better. You know I can have your legs turning to jelly in fifteen minutes. Less than that, probably.”
She was right. She could do that. Easily.
You suck in another soft breath when her hand moves lower, trailing over the length of your skirt. She doesn't pull it up, though. Not yet. She pulls back just enough to look at you, waiting for your permission.
God, you shouldn't. You're at work. You're in the fucking employee bathroom. But God, Stephanie's got that soft little smirk on her lips that always makes you feel weak in the knees.
You give a small nod, feeling the way your face burns even hotter at your silent agreement. Stephanie's smirk widens and she's kissing at your neck again without hesitation, teeth grazing the sensitive skin enough to make you shiver against her.
She's ravenous despite where you are, just like she always is. Kissing at your neck, one hand roaming over your clothed chest to grope at your tits without messing up or untucking your crisp button up you have to wear for work. Her other hand is still down by your thigh, pushing your skirt up enough for her fingers to stroke along your inner thigh. It makes you whine softly, biting down gently on your lower lip to try and keep the noise down, but its so hard when Stephanie's fingers trailer higher up your thigh until they're tracing the edge of your panties under your skirt.
“Steph,” her name leaves you in a soft little gasp as you feel her fingers tracing along your pussy through your panties.
“Shh,” she coos softly, trailing her lips up your neck, up to your ear where she playfully nips at your earlobe. “Don't be too loud, sweetheart; don't want your coworkers hearing you getting all hot and bothered, do you?”
Her fingers trace over your pussy through your panties again and you make a soft noise, hips rolling slowly as if chasing that feeling. It's actually almost embarrassing how wet you're already getting and she can feel it through the thin fabric, her own breathing hitching softly as her fingers rub quick little circles over your clothed clit.
“I can already feel how wet you are,” she breathes, fingers still moving in those quick circles just to watch your hips twitch and hear the soft little whine that leaves you. “Soaking through your underwear, baby. That's so cute.”
Your face burns hotter, a needy little whine escaping you as your hips give a little roll, only for Stephanie's other hand pinning your hips against the bathroom door behind you to keep you still. To keep you at her mercy. “Fuck, Steph-”
“Yeah?” She asks, her lips trailing along your throat before she nips softly, just hard enough to make you jolt. Her tongue drags over the still stinging spot, sending another wave of pleasure straight to your pussy. “Come on, baby. Use your words. You want more? Or do you want me to keep rubbing your pussy like this?”
Fuck, its almost unfair how how this situation is and you know it. You suck in a shuddering breath, biting down on your lower lip to keep from letting out another needy little whine as the pressure of Stephanie's fingers on your clit increases. “M-more. Want more, p-please.”
She laughs softly, a warm and amused sound that makes your cunt clench around nothing. “Yeah, I thought so. You always need more of me.”
Far too suddenly, she's pulling her fingers away. You let out a frustrated huff, “Stephanie-”
“Hush,” she cuts you off gently, both of her hands shifting to dip her fingers beneath the waistband of your panties. “Don't get cranky now; I'm not done.”
She tugs your panties down without hesitation and you're almost embarrassed by how quickly you let her, and how quickly you step out of them. Stephanie grins at you as she runs her hands up your thighs while she kneels down, looking up at you. “Wish we had enough time for me to eat you out nice and slow.”
You can almost imagine the way her tongue would feel. It's a common occurrence. One of your favorite, actually, and the memory alone makes your pussy pulse as Stephanie lifts one of your legs until your thigh rests on her shoulder. “You look like you're gonna eat me out.”
“Not enough time. You know I like to make you cry for it when I do,” Stephanie turns her head a bit, pressing her lips to your thigh as her fingers find your pussy again. Her fingers drag through your soaked cunt, spreading your slick up to your clit for a moment. She circles the sensitive nub with two fingers, making your hips jerk a bit, and her teeth graze your thigh. “Gonna have to save making you cry for later tonight. My girl deserves it after today. Right now, though, I'm gonna make you feel good and you're gonna keep your voice down so your coworkers don't hear you being such a dirty girl in the bathroom. Okay?”
You don't even have the time to form a coherent response; Stephanie sinks two fingers into your soaked cunt, ripping a gasp from you before you can stop yourself. You shudder, pussy fluttering around her fingers. “Oh, fuck-”
“Shh,” She coos softly, her fingers pumping slow and easy into you a few times just so she can watch you shiver. “Keep it down or you’re gonna have a very awkward conversation with whatever coworker hears you, you know.”
You almost hate how that makes your pussy throb a bit. Your hips give a small roll to try and get more of her fingers, to get them deeper, and she rewards you almost instantly; her fingers speed up, fucking into you and curling deliciously against that spot that has a strangled little moan spilling from your lips. You slap a hand over your own mouth, taking a shuddering breath as she does it again, and again, and then again. She grins softly up at you the entire time, lower lip caught gently between her teeth as the slick, lewd sounds of her fingers fucking into your pussy fill the bathroom. Her blue eyes hazed over with arousal, like you’re the sexiest fucking thing she’s ever seen.
“Love the sound of your wet little pussy,” She breathes as she presses a third finger into you along with the first two, and it sends a spark of odd pride through you to hear that she’s a bit breathless right now. She turns her head to press her lips to your thigh again, nipping gently to make you jolt. “Cute little pussy is squeezing me so hard, babe, fuck. Always so tight and needy for me.” Her thumb finds your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles that have another unsteady moan escaping you.
“Stephanie,” Her name slips past your lips, muffled by the hand still pressed to your mouth. Your breaths come in ragged little gasps, punctuated by desperate little whimpers as her fingers work you over, as her teeth and tongue drag along your inner thigh still hooked over her shoulder. The slick sounds of it all makes your face burn red hot, makes your hips give more small, quick rolls to try and get more of her. “F-fuck, Steph-”
“Close already, honey?” Stephanie murmurs, glancing up at you again. Her fingers pick up their speed again and the noise that tears from your lips is pure need and want all in one. Stephanie lets out her own shaky breath, thumb speeding up on your clit. “Can feel you getting close. Come on, pretty girl. Come for me. Give me something to think about for the rest of the day while I miss you.”
For a minute or two, the only things you can focus on are the ragged little pants and moans slipping out of you and the quick, deep press of her fingers in and out of your soaked cunt. Over and over, while her thumb keeps circling your clit fast enough to make your thighs start to shake as the pleasure coils tight and hot inside of you. It’s so much in the best sort of way, in the way she knows will push you over the edge the way she wants it to. Her lips find your shaking inner thigh again, kissing and nipping again as her fingers curl press against that spot inside of you over and over and over until the tight coil of pleasure inside of you finally snaps. Your orgasm crashes over you and it takes almost all you have to muffle the sound of the ruined little moan that it forces out of you. Your thighs tremble and your cunt clenches around her fingers, your hips moving in shuddering rolls as the pleasure washes over you.
Stephanie doesn’t stop. She finger fucks you through it, her thumb still moving on your clit to wring out as much pleasure as she can from you. “There we go, honey. Perfect. Look at you, shaking and wet all for me.” She breaths, her own face flushed as she grins softly. “I’m so gonna think about this when I go home and get myself off, holy fuck.”
Your slightly trembling hand falls away from your mouth as you let out a soft whine as the pleasure quickly starts to veer towards overstimulation. You shake your head a bit, reaching down to uselessly swat at her. “Sensitive…”
“I know,” Stephanie chuckles softly. Usually she’d keep going. She’d finger fuck you one or two more times just to watch you writhe and whimper for her before she even put her mouth on you. But she takes pity on you, if only because you are still at work and quickly running out of time. She pulls her fingers out of you with a slick little sound that makes your face burn hotter, smirking softly as she holds up her soaked fingers for you to see.
The sight of her fingers, soaked and sticky with your slick all over them, makes your breath hitch softly. But it's the sight of her licking them clean while never breaking eye contact that makes your pussy clench around nothing, makes you almost consider begging for more. Work be damned.
“Fuck,” The word escapes you before you can stop it, light and breathless.
Stephanie laughs softly and pats your thigh gently. “Yeah. Fuck.” She agrees with a soft chuckle. Her head tilts, resting against your thigh for a moment as she looks up at you. And god, it would be so easy to slip your hands into her hair and ride her face and-
“You good?” Her question cuts off that train of thought immediately. Your face burns hotter as you nod, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly.
“Good,” You assure with a small smile. “Just gonna be really damn hard to focus on work for the rest of the day, now.”
Her grin is down right victorious as she shrugs her shoulders. “Make it through the work day, sweetheart, and I’ll make you cum as many times as you want tonight.”
Truly, that may be all the encouragement you need to get through an already hellish day.
Stephanie lowers your thigh off of her shoulder and reaches for your discarded panties. You reach for them, eyes widening a bit as she shoves them into the pocket of her sweater instead of handing them back to you, looking much like a dog that’s made off with something it’s not supposed to have. You sputter for a second, blinking a few times like you can’t believe she’s pocketed your soaked panties like some treasure. “Stephanie! I can’t go back to work without my underwear!”
“Relax,” Stephanie reaches into her other pocket, revealing another pair of your panties. The purple ones, actually, that you’d left at her place last time you spent the weekend there. “I wouldn’t send you back without panties, or with soaked ones, thank you very much. The soaked ones are a prize for me to collect.”
Your eyes narrow a bit as you scoff softly, meeting her eye again. “Oh, so you had this all planned out when you stopped by to visit me here at work.”
She shrugs again, smirking softly to herself as she helps you step into them. She pulls them up carefully before she fixes your skirt; lowering it back down and straightening it out so that it looks as pristine as before. “I like to be prepared, baby. Don’t know what else to tell you.”
She stands up and grins softly at you, the same sort of grin that always makes you feel weak in the knees. One of her hands comes up to cup your cheek, thumb stroking along your cheek as she leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips. “Love you.”
You smile softly at her as she pulls away, reaching out to take her hand. “Love you, too.” You reply quietly. “We still going to my place tonight or wanna do yours instead?”
“Yours,” Stephanie assures you, turning and walking over to the sink across the small bathroom so she can wash her hands. She speaks over her shoulder, “I can walk you home. I’m gonna pick up some stuff for dinner tonight when I leave here and I’ll be back when you’re off. Sound good?”
“Mhm,” You reply, nodding a bit as you finally stand up straight. True to her earlier words, your legs do kinda feel a bit like jelly, the effects of your orgasm still lingering.
Stephanie makes quick work of washing and drying your hands before she turns back to face you, grinning softly. “Cool. Then I’ll see you tonight, babe. Expect a repeat performance and then some.”
“And then some,” You echo with a soft laugh as you unlock the bathroom door, looking at her again. You don’t bother hiding the way you look her up and down, imagining peeling every layer of clothing off of her and getting your mouth in every inch of skin you can. “I like the sound of that.”
Stephanie snorts softly and gives a playful roll of her eyes. “And you call me a pervert?”
“You did steal my soaked panties,” You remind her, raising an eyebrow and gesturing to the pocket of her sweater. “Pretty boldly, at that.”
She doesn’t even look ashamed, not that you would have expected her to. She just laughs again, offering another easy shrug as she walks over and opens the bathroom door, the familiar noise of the restaurant finally filtering back to you. “Not the first time I’ve done it. Just the first time you’ve seen it.”
She’s hurrying out of the bathroom before you can manage a reply, leaving you wide eyed and red in the face as her words process. You shake your head to yourself, giving a soft laugh as you wait another minute before leaving the bathroom, too. Stephanie’s left the restaurant by the time you make walk back to the front, but the lingering feeling of her lips against yours and the gentle, lingering pleasure between your legs gives you plenty of time to think about the rest of the night as you go back to work.
Divider by: @/anitalenia
please do not repost or copy my works onto other sites.
Eventual Smut in the beginning, hurt then comfort, yearning from both sides, Talia is into praising kink, mention of masturbation, Talia tries to be a good parent, identity crisis (reader)
Chapter Description
The night you met Talia was the night of your new start in life. She never forgot you and you didn’t either. Three years later, your paths crossed again and she is resolved to not let you go.
Author’s Note
I’m in my Talia phase guys… Feel free to comment and to request!
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── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Lynn ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
The two of you met three years ago in London. It was your last piano performance before retiring at the age of thirty. You played like you never had before, the room filled with people from around the world. Even though you had just ended your tour, people still travelled to see you in other countries because they'd never get to witness that ever again.
After the performance, the endless standing ovation and the little interviews you gave while being overwhelmingly emotional, you were done. Your twenty-two-year career was over and you were ready to celebrate it.
You avoided the private reception though. Not wanting to talk with obscenely rich fans who would try to make you tutor their kids or grandkids. You just went back to the bar of your hotel alone.
And that's where you met her. She was the prettiest girl you'd ever seen, wearing a dark green, perfectly fitted women's suit that matched her eyes beautifully. The aura around her was beyond intimidating. She looked like a doll with her long dark hair and when your eyes met, your heart dropped.
You made the first move, then chatted with her the whole night. Being a yapper was pretty tough when you flirted, but she listened, all her attention fixed on you. As if you were the only girl in the room. And between the laughs, the conversations, the gentle touches here and there that made your legs go numb and her soft-spoken voice, you shared a kiss on one of the hotel's balconies.
As if it was your lucky day, it went further. The two of you ended up in her hotel suite, making out hungrily every two seconds between sips of wine and the general culture quiz playing on the TV.
That was the greatest sex you'd ever had. And after fifteen years of travelling around the world to play piano here and there, and twelve years doing it alone as an adult, you were anything but new to the little game of hotel one-night stands.
And she was just so good at it. She worshipped your body the whole night long, leaving kisses and marks everywhere, caressing your skin as she fingered you, overwhelming you with her hands. Talia was a perfectionist, and it showed. She was so focused on your pleasure and attentive to every little sound you made.
She would mutter answers to questions from the quiz on the TV while still playing with your body, and you laughed every time she did it. She was so fun to be around, and it was surprising coming from a lady who looked so strict. You didn't only experience pleasure, you genuinely had fun. Between rounds, she kissed your belly, thighs and your face, listening to whatever you had to say. She hummed, smirking at your jokes and playing along.
Whenever you stopped talking, she'd start caressing you more slowly, giving you time to resume talking or to keep messing around with her.
She was so intoxicating. Undressing her felt like opening gifts on Christmas morning and even when you were the one giving her pleasure, she talked you through it, praising you for how well you were doing, how pretty you looked, and it just made you start playing with yourself as you ate her out.
Talia's moans were like rewards. You knew you were doing great, but she'd usually just whimper or breathe heavily, so whenever you actually got a moan out of her, you felt prouder than after any prize you'd ever won.
And when you finally closed your eyes to sleep, it was already sunrise. You slept for about two hours before quietly leaving the suite in the morning.
Talia had woken up with a startle when you closed her door. It was crazy. She never let her guard down, but with you, she actually did.
You got up beside her, got dressed, and left, and she hadn't heard any of it. You could've actually killed her. She wanted to go to your room afterwards, but she overthought it and never did.
She assumed you'd left because you wanted it to be just a one-night stand. And though she somehow wanted more, she didn't do anything about it.
She didn't forget you. During those three years, she'd thought about you every other day. Talia would never say it out loud, but she used to get herself off to your interviews whenever she was stressed out. She didn't even need to watch them, just hearing your voice was enough to make her come. Watching you was only a bonus. If she felt greedy or wanted it to be quick, she'd listen and watch you.
The lady didn't only lust after you, she also listened to your music. She played videos of your recitals thousands of times; when she was getting ready, when she was doing paperwork, when she meditated, even when she had trouble sleeping. You had simply become part of her life, but she never looked for you, preferring to keep her distance as she believed you wanted.
And then your paths crossed again.
Talia wanted to get close to her son. Not in a perfect loving mother way, baking, grounding him because he didn't do the dishes —even she didn't know how to do that— putting bandages on his wounds. No. Not like this.
She didn't know how to do any of these things anyway and it was way too embarrassing for both of them.
But still, she wanted something. Something outside of the league or Damian being Robin. Something about his daily life that she would handle.
Playing soccer with him? No, she didn't like putting effort into something as trivial. Taking drawing lessons with him? No, he was very good at drawing and she was too. She felt like it would only entice competition between them. They both loved to win and, though she felt proud whenever her son did something better than her, she also didn't like taking it easy on him.
After a short phone call with Alfred, she found it. The old man had mentioned the PTA (Parents Teacher Association) at Damian's middle school. Obnoxious and stupidly rich parents who met every Wednesday to talk about school and social matters concerning their kids.
So not only would she be involved in something very serious in Damian's life, but whenever there were little festivals, sports days, proms and shit, she would also get to spend time with him.
What better way to be part of her son's life than being in a place he spent 5/7 of his week, almost ten months a year?
That's how she became part of the PTA the very next week. The first meeting was at 6 p.m. in one of the school's reception rooms. There were about a hundred parents and a dozen teachers.
Why that many? She didn't know. Maybe rich Gothamite people things. That's when your eyes met again after three years. You were standing alongside an old man and a lady who looked like a seven years old.
Her eyes widened. You were here. She knew she wasn't mistaking you for someone else, she'd recognize you from behind. You simply smiled softly at her, which she didn't return, too shocked, only watching you from head to toe.
You didn't look surprised by her presence, as if you knew she'd come. How?
Later that evening, you found yourself sitting beside her as a teacher gave a little speech about the upcoming events.
"Hi" you muttered, your eyes fixed on the teacher standing on stage.
"Hello" she answered, strangely nervous.
"You're Damian's mother, right?" you continued.
Her eyes turned towards you and, after a few seconds, yours did too. She looked at you, puzzled, before finally chuckling.
"Is this a little game of yours?"
And it was your turn to widen your eyes, lips parting. "You..."
"Of course I remember you."
"Oh... Sorry, I thought you'd forgotten me. It's been a while." You chuckled awkwardly.
Talia nodded. "You don't look surprised to see me here though."
Playing with the hem of your dress, you shook your head. "I teach music to your son. You two look alike."
And she smirked. "Really?"
You thought for a second. "Mostly, yeah. You're gentler though."
Talia leaned on her elbow, her chin resting against her palm, her green eyes studying every little detail of your face. "So that's what you do now? You're a music teacher?"
You were very aware of her presence. Your heartbeat sounded too loud and those pretty green eyes scrutinizing your every little move were already too much for you to handle.
"No, actually I teach history for the high schoolers. But I give music lessons once a week to middle schoolers."
She raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were done with music."
You smiled without even realizing it. She was the first person who questioned that choice. Everybody else found it normal. A piano virtuoso who had won the International Chopin Piano Competition three times —so basically every time you had competed— becoming a music teacher after retirement? Very basic indeed.
People tended to question the fact that you taught history instead of music full-time far more than the opposite.
But Talia knew. She remembered. She knew you had a history degree. She also knew you were done with elite piano classes.
"You remembered that?"
She huffed as if it was the dumbest question she'd ever heard. "Three years isn't nearly long enough for me to forget everything."
Your heart missed a beat, just like it had that night. Damn. You were done for.
"I'm expensive," you answered instead, trying to cover up the frantic song of your heart.
You had spent most of your life travelling from country to country. When you wanted a new dress, you'd simply waited to have a recital in Paris in order to send someone to get one for you. And though you weren't in this lifestyle anymore, you still loved financial comfort.
"A teacher's salary isn't enough to support me, even if this school pays us really well. So I give an hour of music lessons to middle schoolers who are volunteer, and their parents pay me triple my salary thinking I'll turn their kids into the next Beethoven."
Talia was stupidly happy. She liked the sound of your voice. It felt good. Reassuring. She loved hearing you talk and was willing to do many things to keep you doing it.
"Why Gotham? Aren't you from Texas?"
Your heart clenched again. Why did she remember all of that? It was so fucking attractive.
"It's silly, but I just spun a globe and moved to whatever city it landed on. And tada. Batman, Robin, Harley Quinn. You know. Gotham."
Talia hummed, not quite knowing how to keep the conversation going. She wasn't good at talking too much. You were, but she could tell you felt too awkward to start yapping. Still, she wanted you to take control of the conversation and lead her wherever you wanted.
"Damian did not volunteer for your piano lessons, did he?" she asked hurriedly when she noticed you were about to redirect your attention to the speech.
"No, he didn't," you answered with a chuckle.
"He's just not part of any clubs, which is mandatory. So we agreed that he could simply attend my lessons once week, taking only one hour of his time instead of the six a club would've."
You turned towards her quickly, eyes brightening. "You know what he said to me?"
Talia smirked, shaking her head. There you go. Finally getting you to yap.
"He said, 'Let's make a deal, Miss. You make a paper allowing me not to join any clubs and I'll ask my dad to get you promoted.'"
Talia laughed and you did too, delighted by the sound of it.
"I'm sorry. He thinks everyone is buyable. His father grounds him often for that. I'll talk to him."
"That's fine. He got his paper, but my lessons serve as a club replacement. He's so bored that he's thinking about signing up for the soccer team instead."
You looked very pleased with yourself after saying that.
And then, to her absolute horror, your attention drifted away from her when a woman sat down on your other side. Apparently, you knew each other because the conversation started flowing instantly.
So you stopped talking to her just to go talk with another woman?
"Always a pleasure talking with you. My daughter wants to be just like you someday," the woman said warmly.
"She wants to teach history?" you asked ironically.
Talia caught it in your tone. The woman didn't.
"Haha, silly you. No! She wants to be a virtuoso."
"I'm not one anymore, but I'm sure she'll be one for a long time." You laughed and Talia rolled her eyes, annoyed.
That night, Talia went home without getting the chance to talk to you again. And she tried. She really tried.
But you'd always managed to avoid her, leaving her watching you from across the room the entire evening, increasingly upset.
The next Wednesday you weren't at the PTA meeting.
And at the next meeting again, you were there. Still not accessible, this time, you were the one doing speeches and talking about the upcoming events, sometimes your eyes crossed Talia's, but you'd always turn to someone else randomly, too overwhelmed by her. Talia hated it so bad. She wanted to go talk to you, but as soon as you finished your speech, you left, walking faster towards the exit. Again.
The next Wednesday, you weren't there. Again.
It drove her completely mad. She spent the three previous years holding onto the thought of you desperately, like a creep, and she never did anything to find you. Because she thought that's what you wanted, because she thought it was just how things were meant to be, because somehow she was a bit scared of possible rejection.
Now she had found you again, randomly, like fate, and you were so receptive and looked like you had fun with her, just as she did. So why were you still avoiding her? She didn't even have time to make a move!
The next Wednesday, she wasn't able to take her attention off you. As always, you were surrounded by people wanting you to give private lessons to their kids.
Talia hated the way she felt. She spent the evening rolling her eyes, huffing and frowning. She needed air. That's when a maths teacher came to talk to her, a very composed lady, always dressed like a minister. Her makeup was flawless, she was flawless. She wasn't some thirty-three-year-old woman who didn't know what to do with her life.
She was very mature, very experienced, very straightforward, everything you didn't think you were.
You had just watched them talking, seeing the teacher laugh made you bite your lip. Then your eyes crossed Talia's and you'd smile faintly, trying to hide your jealousy. You thought you were done for, this lady was way out of your league, just like Talia was. They just got along pretty great.
Talia knew you were watching, she also knew you didn't like that. It showed. You were jealous or something like that. Fine, it was actually a pretty good sign, so why were you still running away if you were into her?
She could've played with you, maybe flirting with the lady just to see if you were really jealous or if it would entice you to make a move. But she didn't, first because she wasn't into childish games that could possibly hurt you and next because this whole situation frustrated her so badly that playing this stupid game and entertaining a lady she didn't give a fuck about was too much.
Talia just wanted a good talk with you, maybe a good kiss, so she approached you, ignoring the fact that you weren't alone.
"Hello." She simply said.
You smiled awkwardly, tightening your fists "Hi..."
"Could I have a chat with you? About school matters..." she asked and you laughed awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with her.
"Alright, probably in ten minutes though... I'm still busy with these adorable faces."
The people around you laughed as if it were funny. It wasn't, even you didn't find it funny. Talia would've smiled though if she wasn't so pissed.
She nodded and left, staying not very far away, looking as if she was waiting for her prey. But obviously, you had to make it more difficult. You ran away. Suddenly. You actually ran out of the door, leaving everyone perplexed.
Talia was speechless, you didn't even try to hide it anymore!
So she made a decision, if she didn't talk to you at the next meeting, she'd let you be. She wouldn't try to pursue you anymore and she'd just ignore you.
The next Wednesday, you were absent, and the next one as well. This whole situation had been going on for more than a month.
Everything finally changed at the very next meeting.
You were there, finally. But Talia didn't cross eyes with you, she didn't try to talk to you and neither did you. She just spent the evening talking to that maths teacher, not to annoy you, but because that lady started the conversation.
You watched them the whole evening, distracted, overthinking every single one of Talia's movements. They went so well together, you hated it. Talia did her best not to look at you either, she needed to regain some common sense.
Even though she wanted it so badly, she was not chasing a woman who basically ran away from her. She was done trying with you and she wouldn't look at you. —She tried to convince herself she was done.—
Then she heard glass shatter and her eyes instantly turned towards you to make you sure you were alright. Apparently someone had bumped into you, making you drop your glass of wine. Your blouse was soaked with the red liquid.
You were still smiling though, reassuring the man who had done it. You looked like you wanted to cry, as if this was your last straw. Your eyes crossed Talia's and you gave her the fakest smile ever, making her heart skip a beat, then you left for the bathroom.
"She is silly, isn't she? I like her, it's refreshing." The maths teacher said, laughing softly.
Alright... You won. She sighed and excused herself and followed you.
You were in your bra, washing your blouse in the sink, muttering curses under your breath, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. She closed the door and leaned against it. You didn't even raise your head, you knew it was her.
"You're not running away?" she asked sarcastically, mostly because she didn't know what to say to comfort someone.
"Talia, I'm not in the mood. I don't like that." Your voice cracked.
"You don't like what?!" She answered, her voice louder than it had ever been. She wasn't shouting though.
You didn't answer, fisting the cotton.
"I don't like it when you run away every time I'm trying to talk to you just to act weird when I'm talking with someone else! I don't like being here giving a damn about this situation because I was supposed to be done with it, but you just won't leave my mind."
Again, no answer from you and she sighed.
"I don't even know what I'm saying. I'm leaving." She muttered but didn't move yet, still trying to get something out of you.
"We're not supposed to be doing this, you should actually leave, yes." You finally answered.
And she didn't say anything, her heart clenching painfully in her chest. "So why are you crying..." she whispered.
You pressed your lips together, holding onto your clothes, tears running down your cheeks, your head lowered.
"Let's have a proper talk. Let's make things clearer for both of us and we'll see what happens. I think we're both very tired of this, right?" She finally said. If she didn't know how to comfort someone, she knew how to be honest with people and she knew how to be gentle with you —that's all she knew how to be with you actually—
You nodded, still looking down, wiping your tears away.
That's how you found yourself in the backseat of her car, driven by her chauffeur. She was sitting next to you silently, one arm resting against the leather seat, her posture as composed as ever. She had given you her jacket so you could cover yourself up.
When you arrived in front of your apartment, she clicked on the button that raised a wall between the front and the backseat.
"I'm not sure I want to talk anymore. We... we should just take some space. Sorry and thank you for the dr-"
"Why do you self-sabotage?" Talia cut you off.
You raised your head, surprised, lips parted, completely silent. Talia added that expression to the list of things she hated the most next to your silence.
"I'm pretty sure I made it clear that I'm interested in you. You also made it obvious that you are into me, right?" she pursued.
You didn't answer, biting your bottom lip.
"So if we're both interested, why do you keep running away? I'm right in front of you. I'm chasing you even though Wednesdays were supposed to be about my son. And I do it because I want to, I really want it. But you keep running, be honest. Please. What's going on? Let me know because I'm so lost."
Her eyes moved all over your face, trying to find something. Your lips trembled.
"I'm not ready for this, Talia. I'm a thirty-three-year-old woman who doesn't even know what she wants in life. I'm not sure I'll keep being a teacher, I'm not sure I'm staying in Gotham. I mean, I chose this city through fate, that's such a kid's thing to do!" You frowned.
"I don't know where I'm going, I don't even know myself, I'm not the right choice for you." You said the last part with a sob.
Talia exhaled, reassured. She felt like she could breathe again. Suddenly a wave of tiredness enveloped her body, all her anxiety fading away.
"So that's what it was about..." she mumbled, so fucking happy.
The two of you were sitting next to the windows. She grabbed your hand and gently pulled you towards her, your head dropping onto her shoulder, one of her arms wrapping around your waist while the other remained intertwined with yours.
Tears were running down your cheeks wetting her shoulder and you sobbed quietly. "So you're interested in me, but you've spent your whole life dedicated to something you don't want anymore. And now that you don't have it anymore, you feel helpless and lost because that was the center of your life." She said, trying to guide you through the conversation.
You nodded. "I just know I don't want to play piano anymore. And I don't want anything casual with you, but I don't know how to be a lover or something. I don't even know what I like. Piano is my only talent, that was my only hobby, my only personality, I have nothing without it, but I also don't want it."
She hummed, stroking your side through the fabric of her jacket you wore. "So it's time to build a new life, you just have to do and try everything you weren't able to."
And there were a lot of those things. You didn't go to high school because you had online classes, you didn't have a prom, you didn't go to college, you got your history degree through online classes, you never dated anyone nor slept twice with the same person, in fact it was a miracle you weren't a virgin.
The last time you had friends was in elementary school, you never travelled with friends or family, you never went to a wedding, you never properly visited a country even though you'd travelled your whole life —you used to arrive, play and leave.—
There were a lot of things you hadn't done since middle school or elementary school. Like going to the movies, and it's not that you didn't have time to go to the movies, you just weren't in the mood. Your career trapped you in a spiral of routine, boredom, fatigue and loneliness.
"I cannot ask you to wait for me to be ready. You're not the kind of lady who likes this bullshit." You said, wiping your tears away.
"You're right, but you are no bullshit. I can wait, I'm going to wait, but I'm not leaving."
"I don't know how much time it'll take me. You might want to leave me."
She chuckled softly. "Let's start together. Let's discover who you are together. That way you'll be able to build yourself a new life. And... maybe I'll be part of it? Will you let me?"
You lifted your head, meeting her eyes. "You still want me?"
She nodded. "But don't run away, please, or tell me when you're helpless, I promise I'll listen. And let's see each other outside of Wednesday nights, I'd like to keep these evenings for my son."
"You're very responsible for an assassin. I like it." You buried your face in the crook of her neck.
She patted your head, completely unbothered. "How do you get that information?" She didn't show a trace of surprise nor discomfort.
You shrugged. "I had time to kill before I started teaching."
"Maybe you should be a detective." Talia said, half-joking.
"Everyone as bored as me can be a detective. I'm not even sure I understand everything I've found though. Bruce Wayne is Nightwing, isn't he?"
And she laughed. "Never mind, let's find you another path."
"Together?"
She kissed your temple and held you tighter.
"Please."
Yeah, despite not knowing what you wanted in life, you sure wanted to be with Talia.
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