They never did anything the easy way.
It was true of so much of their relationship. On again, off again. You push, I pull, we break, we come together again. It was the highest form of ballet, of gymnastics, and the most difficult of balancing acts for two strong-minded individuals. Each carried their own load of heavy emotional baggage.
But sometimes it was easy. The physical certainly qualified for that. The pair had long felt a certain animal magnetism for one another. It was addictive, thrilling, and terrifying all at once.
This pair couldn't manage to go to bed together in the regular way. They hadn't in years. It was always creative. Demanding. And always a test of their physicality.
But Barbara liked occasionally to be able to make demands and have them met. Dick was the perfect partner to respond to strength and determination.
It was after patrol one night. Barbara found him unmoving in bed, eyes wide at her sudden appearance. With the girls in and everything calmed down from a busy evening before, she had made a point of teasing Dick on comms.
"Just wait until you get home..."
So he went home after his patrol which ended later than hers. BlĂĽdhaven was a dive, after all, and required more work to get straight even on a nightly basis. Already he was half asleep when she found him laying naked on the bed, wondering if he'd touched himself before she'd gotten there.
There would be hell to pay if she had missed out on his release.
He stirred at her entry, but didn't move, recognizing the tap of her shoes in a way that was inimitably her. She still moved a bit like a ballerina, though instead of a string of pearls, there was the clap of sensible shoes on the floor. Heels were silliness and hard on her back which still wasn't up to snuff to allow the sort of stilettos she would have liked to have walked in with.
On the way over, she'd texted him.
[No rugburn tonight, Boy Wonder.]
[I left my panties at my place.]
[I intend to put your tongue to good use.]
The yoga pants ended on the floor at the foot of his bed, and Barbara crawled up the length of him slowly. He seemed to be feigning sleep. Something told her he was still awake.
She lifted the tight sweater she wore until it was up to the bottom of her breasts and first straddled Dick's head. Now she was sure he was up. He was responding, if to nothing else, to the scent of her need. One foot near his shoulder, and the opposite knee rested near his head as she lowered her sex to his lips.
This was what she'd longed for all night. The feel of his lips on hers made her wilder now than before, when she'd still been in the chair. The senses heightened and everything more sensitive than she ever remembered.
Openly moaning, Barbara rubbed her sex against Dick's mouth. Her strong hand pinning his head to the pillow. She didn't care who heard her through the paper-thin walls of the tenement.
It was, however, the first time he'd been face first in her crotch with what seemed the beginnings of a beard. She smiled down at him. It looked almost a feral snarl as she chased her own release using his mouth to get there and commented, "I didn't expect to be the one ending up with rugburn tonight..."
