Title: I'll be Gentle
Rating: I'll go with a 15 for this one and if I do more they'll probably be higher
Pairing: Helena/Dinah
Disclaimer: I don't own them; I'm just having some fun.
Author's notes: While Barbara's away the cat and canary are gonna play. I liked the ending so I might write some more.
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"You having a party?" Helena croaked as the elevator doors slid open. She tried to smile, Dinah was on her own; stretched out on the couch watching t.v. She struggled to remain upright.
The blonde teenager rushed forward and caught Helena before she fell to the floor.
"What happened?" Dinah asked, concern straining in her voice. She had just about managed to get Helena into her room with a little TK help.
Blood, sweat and dirt stained her body and clothes. The black leather pants and duster were torn ragged, deep cuts and purple bruises were clearly visible. The tough black boots she wore had split across the sole of her right foot.
"Where's Barbara?" Helena gasped as a searing pain flashed across her ribs.
"Weekend teacher conference." Dinah tried to calm herself down as she explained the red heads absence.
Helena shook her head and winced through the pain. "She would have called me."
"She tried." The blonde reached forward and stroked unruly bangs away from Helena's eyes. "Your phone's been cut off again." Dinah couldn't understand how the heir to Bruce Wayne's billions was in debt up to her eyeballs. "It was an emergency thing that she couldn't get out of. I was supposed to tell you when you turned up for sweeps."
"So we get the weekend off?" Helena tried to lighten the mood as Dinah wiped some of the blood, sweat and dirt from her face with a damp rag she kept wet by dipping into a bowl of warm water.
"What happened?" She repeated herself dabbing at the small cut above the brunette's eye. It was too late, Helena was unconscious again.
"Ow!" Helena took in a deep breath and held it until the pain disappeared. She lifted her shirt and gingerly touched her battered body. She looked at her feet and grimaced at the prospect of standing.
"How're you feeling?"
Helena turned a little too sharply and paled.
"I think that you probably just answered my question." Dinah stretched her arms and yawned before crossing the room. She had been watching Helena all night. She was worried sick. Barbara's cell phone wasn't working and there wasn't anyone at the school that could pass a message onto her. Dinah knew that she was the only person who could help Helena for the moment and she wished to god that she wasn't.
"If I'd have known that Barbara wasn't here, I wouldn't have come. I'm sorry for scaring you." Helena's voice was breathy, she hurt in places she didn't know she had places. She looked down at the blonde, who was slowly peeling off her tattered socks. "The car broke down, I had to run the rest of the way and there were no jumpable rooftops." She said as if to explain the state of her shoes and socks.
Dinah frowned. "What happened to you?" She helped Helena remove her clothes.
Helena tucked a clumped strand of her auburn hair behind her ear. She looked down at her bloody hands; they were covered with cuts and gashes. She carefully touched at the cut that ran across her fingers.
"Everything was set." Helena began. "I was about to throw in a flash so that I could disable the goons and get to the boss before anyone knew where I'd come from, but it must have been a dud. It went off in my hand."
"Jesus." Dinah muttered as she handed the half naked girl a dressing gown.
"They had me in a cellar somewhere. I think in a warehouse complex about twenty miles outside of New Gotham." She stared down at her hands again and laughed bitterly. "I only escaped when one of them tried to push his luck."
Even though Dinah was only seventeen, she had been on missions with Huntress and knew exactly what she meant. Some perverted low-lives got really turned on by the leather and the rough housing. She sat besides her on the bed and continued to listen.
"I think I pissed him off when I broke his nose." Helena's eyes glazed at the memory of the painful head butt. "They'd given me something to keep me quiet so I don't think he was expecting me to fight." She pointed to the messy tracks in her elbow joint when she had been stuck with needles. "He tried to strangle me."
"With a garrotte?" Dinah needn't have asked; she realised that the cuts to Helena's hands were from where she had tried to pull the wire away from her neck.
Hel nodded. "I managed to throw him off balance. I went after the boss man but he was gone, so I stole a car and began to drive . not that it got me very far."
Dinah face scrunched in thought. "We've been partnered before; why didn't Barbara send me with you; as back up?"
"Barbara didn't know." Helena stood carefully. "The boss man was a part of Joker's old gang, keeping everything together for when they got him out of Arkham. I thought that if I could hand deliver him to Reese, she wouldn't have to know and; any of the Joker's attempted breakout plans could be stopped." She took a deep breath. "Barbara doesn't need to know, I'm a quick heal and I can avoid her until I'm back to my old charming self." It was a plea to Dinah for her to be quiet and she knew it.
"You could've asked me for help Hel, I wouldn't have told Barbara."
"You're the last person I would ask for help without Barbara's backup." Helena sighed heavily and felt her body protest against the movement. "She'd kill me if you got hurt." She looked away from the piercing blue gaze directed at her. "I really should go and grab a shower."
Dinah knocked on the bathroom door and opened it slightly. "I got you a towel and some fresh clothes." She called inside.
"Shit." Helena gasped.
"Are you okay?" Dinah placed the clothes on top of the toilet seat cover and hung the towel up by the shower cubicle. She pulled open the cubicle door.
Helena was struggling to rub soap into a flannel let alone into her skin. She felt angry, tired and extremely sore. The soft flannel felt like sand paper covered with salt and she could hardly bend enough to reach her stomach let alone her legs and back.
"Why don't you let me help?" Dinah smiled warmly as she began to remove her jeans and t-shirt. She climbed in to the shower behind Helena and reached around to take the soap.
"God I feel like a right twat." Helena sighed. "I can't even wash myself."
"Hey, don't blame yourself." Dinah moved the shower head so that the water soaked them both. "You're in pretty bad shape but you'll be back to your old self in no time." She worked up lather and gently began to massage it in to the other woman's back. "Tell me if I'm hurting you."
The brunette nodded and placed her hands against the cooling shower tiles. She moved her head so that Dinah could cleanse her neck. "That feels good."
Dinah was being as careful as she could, Helena had more cuts and bruises than she had ever seen. Welts criss-crossed across the reddened back as though she had been beaten with a wide leather belt. Huge bruises had started to yellow over her kidneys and her buttocks and the back of her thighs were covered with scratches and bruises which looked like finger marks. 'And this is only the back.' Dinah thought to her self. Helena jumped suddenly under her touch. "Jesus, did I hurt you?" Dinah, whose hand had moved around to Helena's waist, stopped.
"No. It's just a little tender." Helena breathed; her voice low. "Please, D. Don't stop."
"You want to get this done as quickly as possible?" Dinah smiled a little as she continued to rub soap into the other woman.
Helena stared down at the swishing water. She leaned heavily against the walls and tried to concentrate on the water as it took the grime and blood away from her body. She tried to think of anything except the actual cleansing because the mixtures of sensations were making her dizzy. The pain of the wounds and the gentle massage were confusing. She sighed as Dinah's right hand came around her and washed her belly, there were no cut's here only bruising and if she was careful; she wouldn't feel them. Suddenly, as the young blonde's hand got higher the feelings changed. A warm knot had formed in the base of her belly and it was seemingly getting lower. "Jesus." Helena breathed as with her left hand; Dinah rubbed at her neck and shoulder whilst with the other she massaged the flesh just under her breasts. She pushed herself backwards slightly so that her body was almost touching the other woman's. Every time that Dinah moved, Helena could feel her skin against her own.
"Are you okay?"
Dinah's voice was in her left ear but she struggled to make a reply. She eased her right hand away from the wall and found Dinah's right hand at the wrist. Helena let her hand slide across Dinah's wet skin and interlaced her fingers with the other woman's. Slowly, she followed Dinah's cleansing movement but eased the interlocked hands upwards until they cupped her right breast. With her left hand she reached behind herself and Dinah, pulling Dinah closer to her until their two bodies were touching.
She could feel Dinah's lips on her neck as they squeezed and released her breast. "Jesus Di, When did this happen? When did we stop playing pretend? When did all this become real?" Helena exhaled and almost choked as Dinah's left hand came between their bodies and smoothed its way down her belly towards her pubis.
"That night in Fusion, playing around with Gabby, making her think we were together." Dinah sighed as she continued to kiss the other woman's neck and remember the night that the two of them had noticed Gabby eyeing up Helena. "It wasn't teasing; it wasn't pretend, not that night."
Suddenly Helena turned and they were in each other's arms, kissing like they did back in Fusion. Kissing like they were lovers, only now it wasn't a joke it was for real.
"Oh god, what am I doing?" Helena mumbled against the teenagers kiss bruised lips. "We shouldn't be doing this."
Dinah ran her hand through Helena's short messy hair and grabbed a handful. She tugged at it gently as she licked the corner of the other woman's mouth. "Don't develop a conscience on me now Hel. I want you and I know you want me." She bit down on Helena's chin. "I'll be gentle."
Rating: I'll go with a 15 for this one and if I do more they'll probably be higher
Pairing: Helena/Dinah
Disclaimer: I don't own them; I'm just having some fun.
Author's notes: While Barbara's away the cat and canary are gonna play. I liked the ending so I might write some more.
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"You having a party?" Helena croaked as the elevator doors slid open. She tried to smile, Dinah was on her own; stretched out on the couch watching t.v. She struggled to remain upright.
The blonde teenager rushed forward and caught Helena before she fell to the floor.
"What happened?" Dinah asked, concern straining in her voice. She had just about managed to get Helena into her room with a little TK help.
Blood, sweat and dirt stained her body and clothes. The black leather pants and duster were torn ragged, deep cuts and purple bruises were clearly visible. The tough black boots she wore had split across the sole of her right foot.
"Where's Barbara?" Helena gasped as a searing pain flashed across her ribs.
"Weekend teacher conference." Dinah tried to calm herself down as she explained the red heads absence.
Helena shook her head and winced through the pain. "She would have called me."
"She tried." The blonde reached forward and stroked unruly bangs away from Helena's eyes. "Your phone's been cut off again." Dinah couldn't understand how the heir to Bruce Wayne's billions was in debt up to her eyeballs. "It was an emergency thing that she couldn't get out of. I was supposed to tell you when you turned up for sweeps."
"So we get the weekend off?" Helena tried to lighten the mood as Dinah wiped some of the blood, sweat and dirt from her face with a damp rag she kept wet by dipping into a bowl of warm water.
"What happened?" She repeated herself dabbing at the small cut above the brunette's eye. It was too late, Helena was unconscious again.
"Ow!" Helena took in a deep breath and held it until the pain disappeared. She lifted her shirt and gingerly touched her battered body. She looked at her feet and grimaced at the prospect of standing.
"How're you feeling?"
Helena turned a little too sharply and paled.
"I think that you probably just answered my question." Dinah stretched her arms and yawned before crossing the room. She had been watching Helena all night. She was worried sick. Barbara's cell phone wasn't working and there wasn't anyone at the school that could pass a message onto her. Dinah knew that she was the only person who could help Helena for the moment and she wished to god that she wasn't.
"If I'd have known that Barbara wasn't here, I wouldn't have come. I'm sorry for scaring you." Helena's voice was breathy, she hurt in places she didn't know she had places. She looked down at the blonde, who was slowly peeling off her tattered socks. "The car broke down, I had to run the rest of the way and there were no jumpable rooftops." She said as if to explain the state of her shoes and socks.
Dinah frowned. "What happened to you?" She helped Helena remove her clothes.
Helena tucked a clumped strand of her auburn hair behind her ear. She looked down at her bloody hands; they were covered with cuts and gashes. She carefully touched at the cut that ran across her fingers.
"Everything was set." Helena began. "I was about to throw in a flash so that I could disable the goons and get to the boss before anyone knew where I'd come from, but it must have been a dud. It went off in my hand."
"Jesus." Dinah muttered as she handed the half naked girl a dressing gown.
"They had me in a cellar somewhere. I think in a warehouse complex about twenty miles outside of New Gotham." She stared down at her hands again and laughed bitterly. "I only escaped when one of them tried to push his luck."
Even though Dinah was only seventeen, she had been on missions with Huntress and knew exactly what she meant. Some perverted low-lives got really turned on by the leather and the rough housing. She sat besides her on the bed and continued to listen.
"I think I pissed him off when I broke his nose." Helena's eyes glazed at the memory of the painful head butt. "They'd given me something to keep me quiet so I don't think he was expecting me to fight." She pointed to the messy tracks in her elbow joint when she had been stuck with needles. "He tried to strangle me."
"With a garrotte?" Dinah needn't have asked; she realised that the cuts to Helena's hands were from where she had tried to pull the wire away from her neck.
Hel nodded. "I managed to throw him off balance. I went after the boss man but he was gone, so I stole a car and began to drive . not that it got me very far."
Dinah face scrunched in thought. "We've been partnered before; why didn't Barbara send me with you; as back up?"
"Barbara didn't know." Helena stood carefully. "The boss man was a part of Joker's old gang, keeping everything together for when they got him out of Arkham. I thought that if I could hand deliver him to Reese, she wouldn't have to know and; any of the Joker's attempted breakout plans could be stopped." She took a deep breath. "Barbara doesn't need to know, I'm a quick heal and I can avoid her until I'm back to my old charming self." It was a plea to Dinah for her to be quiet and she knew it.
"You could've asked me for help Hel, I wouldn't have told Barbara."
"You're the last person I would ask for help without Barbara's backup." Helena sighed heavily and felt her body protest against the movement. "She'd kill me if you got hurt." She looked away from the piercing blue gaze directed at her. "I really should go and grab a shower."
Dinah knocked on the bathroom door and opened it slightly. "I got you a towel and some fresh clothes." She called inside.
"Shit." Helena gasped.
"Are you okay?" Dinah placed the clothes on top of the toilet seat cover and hung the towel up by the shower cubicle. She pulled open the cubicle door.
Helena was struggling to rub soap into a flannel let alone into her skin. She felt angry, tired and extremely sore. The soft flannel felt like sand paper covered with salt and she could hardly bend enough to reach her stomach let alone her legs and back.
"Why don't you let me help?" Dinah smiled warmly as she began to remove her jeans and t-shirt. She climbed in to the shower behind Helena and reached around to take the soap.
"God I feel like a right twat." Helena sighed. "I can't even wash myself."
"Hey, don't blame yourself." Dinah moved the shower head so that the water soaked them both. "You're in pretty bad shape but you'll be back to your old self in no time." She worked up lather and gently began to massage it in to the other woman's back. "Tell me if I'm hurting you."
The brunette nodded and placed her hands against the cooling shower tiles. She moved her head so that Dinah could cleanse her neck. "That feels good."
Dinah was being as careful as she could, Helena had more cuts and bruises than she had ever seen. Welts criss-crossed across the reddened back as though she had been beaten with a wide leather belt. Huge bruises had started to yellow over her kidneys and her buttocks and the back of her thighs were covered with scratches and bruises which looked like finger marks. 'And this is only the back.' Dinah thought to her self. Helena jumped suddenly under her touch. "Jesus, did I hurt you?" Dinah, whose hand had moved around to Helena's waist, stopped.
"No. It's just a little tender." Helena breathed; her voice low. "Please, D. Don't stop."
"You want to get this done as quickly as possible?" Dinah smiled a little as she continued to rub soap into the other woman.
Helena stared down at the swishing water. She leaned heavily against the walls and tried to concentrate on the water as it took the grime and blood away from her body. She tried to think of anything except the actual cleansing because the mixtures of sensations were making her dizzy. The pain of the wounds and the gentle massage were confusing. She sighed as Dinah's right hand came around her and washed her belly, there were no cut's here only bruising and if she was careful; she wouldn't feel them. Suddenly, as the young blonde's hand got higher the feelings changed. A warm knot had formed in the base of her belly and it was seemingly getting lower. "Jesus." Helena breathed as with her left hand; Dinah rubbed at her neck and shoulder whilst with the other she massaged the flesh just under her breasts. She pushed herself backwards slightly so that her body was almost touching the other woman's. Every time that Dinah moved, Helena could feel her skin against her own.
"Are you okay?"
Dinah's voice was in her left ear but she struggled to make a reply. She eased her right hand away from the wall and found Dinah's right hand at the wrist. Helena let her hand slide across Dinah's wet skin and interlaced her fingers with the other woman's. Slowly, she followed Dinah's cleansing movement but eased the interlocked hands upwards until they cupped her right breast. With her left hand she reached behind herself and Dinah, pulling Dinah closer to her until their two bodies were touching.
She could feel Dinah's lips on her neck as they squeezed and released her breast. "Jesus Di, When did this happen? When did we stop playing pretend? When did all this become real?" Helena exhaled and almost choked as Dinah's left hand came between their bodies and smoothed its way down her belly towards her pubis.
"That night in Fusion, playing around with Gabby, making her think we were together." Dinah sighed as she continued to kiss the other woman's neck and remember the night that the two of them had noticed Gabby eyeing up Helena. "It wasn't teasing; it wasn't pretend, not that night."
Suddenly Helena turned and they were in each other's arms, kissing like they did back in Fusion. Kissing like they were lovers, only now it wasn't a joke it was for real.
"Oh god, what am I doing?" Helena mumbled against the teenagers kiss bruised lips. "We shouldn't be doing this."
Dinah ran her hand through Helena's short messy hair and grabbed a handful. She tugged at it gently as she licked the corner of the other woman's mouth. "Don't develop a conscience on me now Hel. I want you and I know you want me." She bit down on Helena's chin. "I'll be gentle."