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It’s never too late to have an arch-nemesis.

 

Much to Dinah and Harley’s displeasure, Ivy had kept up her act of flirting with Helena. And at this point, Dinah wasn’t sure it was an act.

 

God damn lesbian drama. 

 

Dinah rolled her eyes for what the hundredth time that night as Helena stuttered her way through all the poisonous flowers she was taught how to tend to during her time in Italy. Ivy, taking too much interest in the stuttering assassin, was leaning against the table giving Dinah, Renee, and Helena a good view of her cleavage. Renee, a seasoned lesbian, had a strong enough will to not look at the breasts that were practically free real estate. 

 

“I think that the go-to is, uh, always, uh Hemlock,” Dinah winces as she watches Helena try in vain to not look at the other woman’s chest but fail everything few seconds, “but I think that, umm, rhododendron is my favorite. You know, when um, when I kill people without my arrows or hands.” Helena lifts her hands as if to prove she had hands. What a loveable dork.

 

Ivy smiles at Helena, batting her eyelashes as she uses her finger to circle the opening of the ginger beer that Dinah was now regretting offering her, “Really?”

 

Helena looked around as if trying to gauge if there was a right answer that everyone knew and she didn’t, “Or foxglove? It’s beautiful but deadly too.” 

 

“I like deadly and beautiful things too.” Ivy says, “I also like girls who know their way around a greenhouse.”

 

Renee whispers, “I hate lesbians,” under her breath before taking a sip of her flask.

 

Dinah finds herself agreeing with Renee as she watches Helena’s eyes go wide at Ivy’s eighth come on for the night.

 

“Umm, yes, me too?”

 

Dinah wants to shake Helena, that poor cute dumbass. That wasn’t a question. And that definitely wasn’t the answer to give to the non-question. 

 

“Can we have the pudding MeMaw Renee made us? Before I lose my appetite?” Cass asks from beside a pouty Harley. 

 

“Call me MeMaw one more time kid,” Renee growls as she glares at Cassie.

 

“I can go get it,” Helena offers, obviously trying to get out of this awkward situation.

 

Harley stands up and glares at the assassin, “You’re not taking anything else tonight! I’ll get it. Dinah, you’re coming with me.”

 

Helena looks around the table, confused, “I was going to get someone for everybody?”

 

Dinah puts a hand on Helena’s thigh and squeezes gently before standing, “I’ll make sure to get you the slice with the most wafers.” 

 

The smile Helena shoots up at her smile makes Dinah’s heart skip a beat. Dinah smiles back at Helena, getting lost easily in the other girl’s eyes.

 

“Go help Harley before she does something to the pudding!” Cassidy complains, snapping Dinah out of her trance.

 

Dinah feels her face heat up a little as she throws the teen a look, “You could do it yourself you know?”

 

Cass shrugs before going back to her phone.

 

Dinah walks towards the kitchen, trying to prepare her for whatever bullshit Harley was about to throw at her. She braces herself as walks into the room.

 

“If you would have just fucked and wifed up that emo tree when I told you, none of this would be happening! I’m supposed to be the one getting to stare at Pammy’s tits. Not your emotionally stunted, punk girlfriend!”

 

“Hey! Helena’s not the one giving everyone a tit show to go along with their dinner, alright.” Dinah begins serving the pudding onto the plates Harley had set out.

 

Harley sticks her finger in one of the servings, “My girlfriend wasn’t the one who offered up anal before the first date. What kind of shit is that Canary? If she wants a threesome she’s gotta ask the both of us, it’s only fair.”

 

Dinah turns around so quickly that her braids almost smack Harley in the face. She moves into the other girl’s space, “Helena doesn’t want any part of your relationship, so don’t try anything.”

 

“I ain’t trying anything! I just want my Pammy to focus on me instead of Miss Tall Brooding Gay.” Harley pouts, “You gotta lock that down songbird, or I’ll have to do something dramatic, and I’ve been so good lately.”

 

A chuckle from the kitchen entrance pulls Dinah aways from Harley. Ivy leans against the door with a fond smile on her face.

 

“Everything alright in here?”

 

Harley puts on a large smile, “Just fine Pammy-cakes. We’re just having a girl chat.”

 

Ivy nods her head as she walks further into the kitchen. Dinah puts her head down and goes back to putting pudding onto the plates. She can practically sense the lesbian drama increasing in the room, and she wants out as fast as possible.

 

“Your friends are quite lovely Harley. I’m enjoying them.” Ivy says as she steps into Dinah’s personal space, “I’ve heard you have a killer voice, I’d love to hear it sometime.”

 

Dinah rolls her eyes, “That’s what they all say.”

 

Ivy turns to Harley, who is pouting again, and smiles, “Harley, baby, why are you pouting? I thought you wanted me to like your friends.”

 

“Yeah! But not more than me!” Harley huffs and crosses her arms. In a truly childish fashion, Harley turns away from Ivy.

 

Dinah rolls her eyes. 

 

Ivy beams and looks at Dinah. The eco-terrorist mouths, “Isn’t she precious?”

 

Dinah rolls her eyes harder.

 

“Oh Harleen,” Ivr croons as she walks towards the pouting woman, “I could never like anyone more than you.” 

 

“You sure?” Harley turns around.

 

Ivy pulls Harley into her, “I’m sure. I love you Harley.” Ivy gives Harley a soft kiss.

 

Dinah sighs, that was cute. Sure, this kind of shit usually bothered her, but it was nice to see two women get a happy ending. Or, at least of as much of a happy ending one could have when their paramour was Harley Quinn or Poison Ivy.

 

“Yeah? Then why were you flirting with Ms. Tall and Broody?”

 

Ivy laughs, “I was just playing Harley. I thought you liked games?”

 

“I do! But only the fun ones. Like when you tie me up with the thorny vines.”

 

“I like that game too, baby.”

 

Dinah begins to quickly wrap up the container of pudding as she catches Ivy’s hands moving into Harley’s shorts from the side of her eye.

 

“Jesus fuck! I’m still in the room.” Dinah complains. 

 

“Wanna join?” Harley asks as she throws her head back.

 

“If so go grab your friend,” Ivy tells Dinah, smirking as she continues to kiss down Harley’s throat.

 

Dinah growls, “Fuck you guys.” She grabs a plate of pudding and the container with the rest of it. 

 

“See you later little birdie-” Harley cuts herself off with a moan that makes Dinah walk faster to the living room.

 

Dinah tosses the plate to the kid, “Kid you’re coming with us.”

 

“Are they banging again?” Cassandra rolls her eyes before sticking a finger in the pudding, “They do it like all the time.”

 

Helena blinks owlishly, “You know what sex is?”

 

Cassandra frowns, “Yeah, do you?”

 

Spluttering Helena looks down at her lap as Renee laughs loudly. Dinah can’t help but smile. Until Helena had me the anal comment, Dinah was only 90% the other woman knew about sex. Being raised by three older men in remote Italy didn’t seem like the type of environment where sex education was appreciated.  

 

“I’m sure Helena knows all about sex,” Dinah winks at Helena. “Grab your stuff kid, you’re spending the night with me. Unless you want to hear--”

 

A loud moan emits from the kitchen.

 

Cassandra stands up and stretches, “Nah, it’s cool. Ivy put some plant stuff on my walls so my room is soundproof. I can’t hear them bumping uglies, but they can like hear if I’m being kidnapped or whatever.”

 

Dinah reaches for the teen and pulls her into a hug, “Alright, well go to your room young lady. Maybe we can go to the zoo this weekend?”

 

Cassandra beams up at Dinah before fixing her face to her usual look of boredom, “Yeah. Maybe.”

 

The teen gives Dinah one more squeeze before moving on to Renee and then Helena. When the teen reaches Helena she tells the crossbow killer, “I’m sure you know all about picking up really hot girls H. Girls love scars and brooding.” Cassandra grabs the container of banana pudding before running out of the room.

 

“Hey!” Renee shots after her, wanting her container and dessert back.

 

Dinah laughs, “You can either try and wrestle that out of that girl’s hands or we can escape before we’re involuntarily included in Harley and Ivy’s love declaration.”

 

Renee grumbles all the way out the door as the symphony of Harley’s moans follows them. Dinah can’t help but glance at the blushing Helena next to her. The crossbow killer had her head down, and her hair covering her face. Dinah just wanted to tuck the hair behind Helena’s cute little ears that turned beet red when the other girl was embarrassed. 

 

Dinah catches Helena trying to have a quick glance at her and winks. The singer takes joy in watching Helena literally trip over her feet and fall into Renee. 

 

“What are you, a fucking baby giraffe? Learn how to use your goddam legs!” Renee snaps at Helena as she pushes the younger girl off of herself. The unexpected push causes Helena to fall backward into Dinah’s arms. 

 

Dinah looks down into Helena’s eyes and can’t help but to smile coquettishly, “So you’re falling for me, huh?” 

 

The singer notices Helena’s eyes on her lips and can’t help but lick her lips. Helena scrambles out her arms and books it to the door. 

 

Dinah goes to follow but is stopped by Renee’s arm. The older woman rolls her eyes, “You two better fuck soon. I can’t handle being around all of this baby gay energy. It’s bad for my nerves.”

 

Renee walks off.

 

Dinah follows behind the retired cop and sighs under her breath, “Bitch, I’m trying.”

 

///

 

Sal called them the Meat Sweats. Uncomfortable, warm sweating that plagued him. And Helena always thought he was bullshitting her, but now? After riding home with Dinah’s hand on her thigh? Helena completely believed in the Meat Sweats. 

 

Like, what else could it be? She had eaten meat. She was now sweating uncomfortably. 1+2=3.

 

Dinah flexed the hand on her thigh.

 

Helena feels a bead of sweat run down her cheek.

 

God damn Meat Sweats.

 

///

 

Renee slinks out of the house soon after they got back with an expensive bottle of scotch and a wicked smile.

 

“Ellen texted me,” Renee says as she reaches for the door. She looks back at Helena, “We’re going to do your favorite thing, Bertinelli.” 

 

“Oh fuck you,” Helena barks as Renee leaves cackling. Helena looks back at Dinah who is trying to hide her smile behind her mug of tea. 

 

The door closes and they’re alone. 

 

Dinah’s phone buzzes. She looks down at her phone to see a text from Renee.

 

Renee: I don’t care if you fuck in the kitchen or my bed. Just put us out of our collective misery.

 

Dinah rolls her eyes. Another text comes through.

 

Renee: You deserve to be happy kid.

 

Dinah pockets her phone and looks back up to Helena. The other woman, suddenly realizing that she’s alone with Dinah, freezes and looks around the room in a near panic. 

 

“I’ve gotta--uh-- meat sweats-- uh-- shower.” The tall girl scrambles out of the room like a raccoon running from a motion sensor light. 

 

Dinah doesn’t even try to decipher what Helena meant, instead she takes a sip of her drink as she contemplates her attraction to the tall, gawky woman. 

 

Paramore’s ‘Decode’ begins blasting throughout the house. 

 

Sighing, Dinah reaches for the bourbon and pours a little in her mug, “A fucking Twilight fan.” She gulps down her tea, “God I love her.”

 

///

 

Helena wakes up in a gasping. The last thing she saw before she woke up was Dinah looking up at her from between her legs. She breathes heavily as she tries to push the thought out of her mind while also simultaneously trying to ingrain it in her brain.

 

Yawning, Helena reaches under her body pillow to grab a sweatshirt she stashed there for when the mornings were chillier. Dinah had used the sweatshirt as a pillow one night while Renee forced them to watch Legal Weapon for the hundredth time. It had been a few weeks but Helena could still smell Dinah’s jasmine conditioner on her hoodie-- and she loved it.

 

After slipping the hoodie on and burrowing under her weighted blanket for a few moments Helena pops out of bed. She stretches and only a satisfying crack after practically twisting her body 180 degrees gets her to stop.

 

There’s no sound coming from Dinah’s room as Helena passes. If Dinah isn’t awake that means that she hasn’t made her morning tea yet. And that means Helena can make it for her and be the recipient of a sleepy smile and Dinah squeezing her hand in thank you. 

 

Helena is going about heating up water, in a kettle thank you none of that American microwave bullshit, when Renee stumbles in. Stumbling from the package in her hand and not alcohol; Dinah and Helena can always count on Renee coming back sober after a night with Ellen, the ex (?) wasn’t a fan of drunk Renee.

 

Renee stops in place when she sees Helena, she looks her over and groans, “I left the house for nothing?!”

 

Helena blinks, “I thought you left the house to- uh- do,” Helena lowers her voice, “anal with Ellen? Did you guys not get to do that?”

 

Renee drops the package on the ground and walks to the cabinet. She pulls out a bottle of whiskey and takes a swig, “You baby gays are going to kill me. I didn’t leave the house to have sex, I left the house so you could have sex.”

 

“What? Why would--” Helena stops and looks at herself in the reflection of the refrigerator, “You can tell that I haven’t had sex by just looking at me?! Is it how I’m standing or--

 

“It’s the fact that your standing at all! When Dinah gets her hands on you you’re practically going to be chained to the bed and not able to walk straight for a week.”

 

Oh god.

 

Oh no.

 

The Meat Sweats were coming back. 

 

Helena opens the freezer and sticks her head in it. How long could these Sweats last for? Was this why Sal was always so angry?

 

Renee’s muffled voice asks from behind her, “Helena, what are you doing?”

 

“I’m sweating.”

 

Helena feels Renee’s hand grasp on to her shoulder and is pulled out of the freezer. Renee stands in front of her now with a concerned look on her face, “You’re what?”

 

“Since last night I’ve been sweating like crazy. Too much meat.” Helena explains as she begins to fidget under Renee’s intense stare.

 

“Too much meat? What are you talking about?”

 

“Meat Sweats. I keep getting hot and sweating, it’s horrible Renee. But don’t worry, it won’t affect my performance,  I’m learning to cope.” Helena tries to smile reassuredly but feels like she’d failed after Renee takes a rather long drink from the bottle.

 

“Sit.” Renee tells her.

 

“I’m making Dinah her--”

 

Renee pushes Helena gently towards a chair, “No you’re not. You’re sitting down and listening to me. Capiche?” 

 

Helena grumbles at the butchered Italien word but still sits down. She looks up at Renee, for once, and huffs.

 

“Oh no,” Renee starts, “Don’t pull that teenage sullen face on me. I can only take so much from Cass.”

 

Helena huffs again.

 

“Listen kid, I tried to stay out of it. It’s none of my business what you do in your personal life unless it starts to affect my life. And it is! I can’t eat a meal or watch a movie without Dinah drooling over your arms or you starting at her mouth.”

 

Helena looks anywhere but at Renee. This was embarrassing. Renee was like the cool aunt Helena always wanted, and here she was lecturing Helena about how her being visibly horny was ruining her life. 

 

Renee frowns at Helena “Do you get what I’m saying?”

 

Helena gives the older woman a jerky nod.

 

“I’m going to need to hear you say it. You two are so oblivious I almost think you’re just stupid.”

 

“I’m making you uncomfortable with how attracted I am with Dinah. And you want me to stop.” Helena bites out.

 

Renee smacks her own forehead, “No you big dum dum.” The mentally exhausted woman takes a breath, “Ok, I’m going to walk you through this. And then we’re never talking about this again.”

 

“Ok?”

 

Renee starts, “It’s real simple Helena, Dinah is crazy about you. Infatuated with you. Are you still with me?”

 

Helena blinks, “Yes.”

 

“Good. Ok. You are also and equally infatuated with Dinah.”

 

“Ye--

 

Renee cuts her off, “That wasn’t a question. It’s obvious. So, when two people like each other they usually act on it. Take each other out. Maybe one day get married.”

 

“Do you think Dinah would marry me?” Helena asks Renee, her head tilting to the side like a puppy.

 

“There will be no U-Hauling on my watch Bertinelli. Especially not when you two have talked--

 

“We’ve talked!” Helena shrugs, “I think we did. Last night. Or maybe that actually was about anal. I don’t know.”

 

Renee holds her head in her hands and groans, “You’re killing me.” Renee straightens up with a look in her eye that said ‘I will not be defeated’, “Tell me this, you are a super kick-ass bitch who could take down ten guys without breaking a sweat.”

 

Helena grins and sits a little straighter, “Yeah.”

 

“You speak six different languages and can somehow help Cass with her trig homework even though you never completed fifth grade.”

 

Like a proud peacock, the younger woman can’t help puffing out her chest smirking, “Seven languages.”

 

Renee nods, “Right. You know how to communicate in seven languages, but you don’t know how to tell Dinah that you want to be with her.”

 

Helena slumps, that’s not what she expected. 

 

Laughing, it’s Renne’s turn to smirk, “Not so cocky now Bertinelli? What I’m saying is that you need to talk to Dinah. Tell her how you feel in simple words.”

 

Helena brings her hand to face trying to subtly smell it for comfort. “But what if she doesn’t like me as much as I like her?”

 

Damnit. Helena hadn’t meant to sound so soft. So scared. Helena’s faced a lot of scary things. She’s done a lot of scary things. But the idea of Dinah’s attention being a passing thing? That’s the worst thing that could happen to her at the moment. Having happiness and having it ripped away, again, is not something she could cope with. 

 

Renee puts a hand on Helena’s shoulder and gives her a soft smile, “Trust me, she does. She’d be crazy not to anyway. You’re Helena Bertinelli. The girl who single-handedly avenged her family and is helping clean up Gotham even she could fuck off with her millions of dollars. You’re a good person who deserves to be happy. And if being with Dinah would make you happy, go for it.”

 

Helena nods once, “I’m going to go for it.”

 

Renee offers Helena her closed fist, “You got this.”

 

Helena taps Renee’s fist and jumps up, “I got this. Thanks, Renee.”

 

“As long as you never bring this up again we’re good.” Renee points to the box she dumped earlier, “Take that upstairs with you, I don’t know what Dinah ordered but it feels like a box of bricks.”

 

///

 

Dinah wakes up horny- as usual. Since that awkward, tall glass of water had walked into her life Dinah hasn’t known peace. Her dreams at first featured small smiles and flying arrows. But lately, her dreams are dirtier than the Gotham streets. 

 

Her most recent dream featured Helena as the mailman. Dinah offered her a bottle of water and in return had been railed by Helena in the back of her mail truck. Weird location, fantastic sex.

 

At this point, Dinah was worried that she was going to combust. 

 

“Who’s ever in the answering prayers business, please, do me a solid.” Dinah starfishes in the bed, “I’m not asking for much. I just want Helena--”

 

There’s a knock on her door. A soft knock. A knock that only belonged to Helena. Dinah freezes and squeezes her eyes, “Thank you.”

 

Dinah jumps out of the bed. She looks in the mirror and finds herself acceptably disheveled to be seen by Helena. Tight sleep shorts and an even tighter tank. Dinah was ready.

 

She takes a deep breath before pulling the door open, “What’s up?”

 

Helena stands in front of her holding a package, “I-uh- I have a package for you.”

 

Dinah is tossed headfirst back into her panty ruining dream. It doesn’t help that Helena is trying to be respectful, as usual, but is having a hard time not staring at Dinah’s chest.

 

Taking this all as a sign Dinah opens the door wider and signals Helena to come, “Can you come in here for a moment?”

 

“Yeah, of course.” Helena steps into the room and closes the door behind her, “Sorry, do you want the door open? We can keep it open if you want?”

 

Dinah pats the bed for Helena to come sit next to her, “Nah, come sit. Put the box on the bed.”

 

Helena does what she’s told. “What’s in the box?

 

“A surprise.”

 

Dinah has to hold back a laugh as she watches Helena’s face scrunch up, “Did I miss something? Someone’s birthday? Did I miss Cass’s birthday?”

 

This time Dinah allows herself to laugh before beginning to open the box, “No, but good to know you only care about that brat’s birthday.”

 

“Do not. I just know that you’re birthday isn’t for another three months and… eight days.” Helena tells Dinah so assuredly with her head tilted to the side and her tongue peeking out. 

 

“You’re right,” Dinah says surprised.

 

Helena scoffs, “Of course I am. Your birthday is very important.”

 

As Dinah struggles to unpack the box she can’t help but ask, “Oh really?”

 

“It’s the day you were born,” Helena gives her a soft smile, “in my books that makes it one of the best days in history.” 

 

The box is forgotten as Dinah turns in place to get closer to Helena, “Why do you always have to say sweet stuff like that, H?”

 

“Is it a bad thing?”

 

Dinah finally allows her hand to find purchase in Helena’s hair and pull the other vigilante closer to her, “It is when it makes me want to kiss you.”

 

“I want you to kiss me,” Helena whispers back to her, her eyes wide and hopeful.

 

Dinah doesn’t waste any more time on words. She leans in and kisses Helena.

 

The ‘eek’ that escapes Helena’s lips is enough for Dinah to try and slip her tongue into the younger (?) girl’s mouth. Dinah pauses and then pulls back.

 

Helena frowns and rushes out, “Did I do something wrong or-”

 

Dinah gives her a quick peck on the lips to silence her, “How old are you?”

 

“I’m old enough to have sex?” Helena responds still frowning, she leans in again to try and kiss Dinah.

 

Dinah laughs, “Just tell me how old you are, you goof.”

 

“I’m 24. Now can I kiss you?”

 

“Oh, you can do a lot more than kiss me, baby.” Dinah croons before going back to kissing the younger (.) girl.

 

The box tumbles to the ground as Dinah finds herself being pushed further up the bed so Helena can lay on top of her. Helena’s hands instantly go to cup her breast and squeeze.

 

“God,” Helena pants into the kiss, “I’ve wanted to do that since the first time I saw you.”

 

Dinah rolls her eyes. She’s glad to know that she clocked Helena as a boob girl correctly. “I mean if that’s all you want to do…”

 

Helena nips at her bottom lip, surprising Dinah with her boldness, “I have so much I want to do to you.”

 

Those words go straight to Dinah’s core, and Dinah can fell her shorts grow damper. Dinah’s heart kicks into overdrive as she feels Helena’s tongue slide over her mouth. A moan erupts from Dinah’s throat and Helena seems to enjoy the sound by the way she kisses harder. 

 

Dinah’s hand finds it’s way under Helena’s hoodie and she scrapes her blunt nails over Helena’s abs- finally. Helena’s hips buck up and it’s Helena’s turn to moan.

 

Spurred on by the moan Dinah rolls over partially to get Helena off of her. She reaches for the hoodie the other woman’s wearing and tugs it up. 

 

“I want you naked,” Dinah tells her.

 

Helena blinks slowly, “I would like you naked as well.”

 

Dinah snorts and easily peels off her shirt. Helena’s eyes go straight to her tits as she licks her lips. Immediately Helena moves to have a taste and Dinah finds herself pushing Helena away. 

 

“No, no, no. Even the playing ground Bertinelli.”

 

Helena pouts and looks up at Dinah like she’s being mistreated. 

 

“The quicker you lose the sweatshirt the quicker you get to-

 

Before Dinah can finish Helena has somehow taken off her shirt and shorts. In a blink of an eye, Helena is naked and is hovering over Dinah with a grin.  

 

“I’ve wanted to have my mouth on your breast for so long,” Helena tells her before wrapping her lips around one of Dinah’s nipples.

 

Dinah’s hands find purchase in Helena’s hair again and pulls as the other woman lightly tugs before lavishing with her tongue. 

 

“Fuck baby.”

 

Helena looks up at her with a wide grin and twinkling eyes, “I really like you, Dinah.”

 

“I really, really like you, Helena.” Dinah whispers before pulling the girl up to kiss her again. She waits for the kiss to deepen before she tries to flip Helena over- try being the operative word.

 

“What are you doing?” Helena asks as she pulls back.

 

“I’m trying to get you on your back so I can fuck you into oblivion.” Dinah tells her with a grin. She pushes at Helena’s shoulders but isn’t able to move her. Dinah pouts and whines, “Helena.” 

 

“I wanted to- uh-” Helena lowers her voice, “do you first.”

 

“Baby you don’t have to whisper, it’s just us here.” Dinah leans up to kiss her, “And no, I called dibs first.”

 

“I don’t think you can call dibs on sex.”

 

Dinah raises an eyebrow at this. She had done waiting, and she wanted to see what it felt like to feel Helena’s well-toned thighs around her head.

 

“Please Dinah.” Helena asks her in a tone she’s never heard before. Not exactly pleading, but a far reach than her usual commanding tone. “I want to take you apart.” Her voice is breathy as she begins to kiss down Dinah’s throat and chest all the way to the shorts Dinah still had on somehow. “Just my tongue, my mouth. Again and again.”  Helena scrapes her teeth past her belly button and begins to open mouth kiss down the shorts to where Dinah’s clit is.

 

Dinah lets out a hiss as Helena toys with the waistband of the shorts. 

 

"Can I?" Helena asked softly, her gaze locking with Dinah’s.

 

"Always," Dinah lifts her hips for and watches as Helena’s eye widen when she realizes Dinah isn’t wearing any underwear. 

 

Dinah’s shorts are thrown to the floor, landing on top of the forgotten box, and Helena dips her head down and presses an intimate kiss onto the juncture of Dinah’s shaking thighs. Without any resistance, Helena opens Dinah’s thighs, dropping soft kisses onto her inner thighs each one higher than the one before as she moved up towards her skin. "You smell so good," She whispered softly, grinning up at Dinah before flicking her tongue over her hipbones.

 

“Don’t tease baby.” 

 

The singer’s hips lift into Helena’s face as she tries to direct her closer to the areas of her body that were begging for attention, " ‘Lena  please…" Dinah moans as her breathing becomes a little more shallow, her hands tugging on at choppy black hair. "Please, I need you."

 

Helena breaths out softly, “This is all I’ve been thinking about. I want to make you sing for me.” She moves her kisses downwards ever so slightly so that she could press an intimate kiss on Dinah’s wet entrances before teasing her lips apart with the tip of her tongue. "Fuck, you’re so wet." The woman mumbles, curling her tongue at the juncture of Dinah’s thighs to lick up as much of the wetness as she could rolling it around on her tongue before swallowing. 

 

Dinah feels the sharp tug in her stomach and she’s almost embarrassed to be so close to coming. Almost. But the sight of Helena Bertinelli going down on her with the reverence and glee clear on her face was enough to push Dinah even closer to the edge. Dinah gathers Helena’s hair into one hand and pushes Helena harder against her bucking hips. 

 

Helena doesn’t tease Dinah too long. She would never, ever, deny Dinah of something she wanted; especially when it was something that Helena really wanted to give to her. It doesn’t hurt that the taste and scent of Dinah is scrambling her brain too much to fully commit to teasing her. Instead, Helena trails her tongue through the girl's lips up to her hardened clit. 

 

The instant Dinah feels Helena’s tongue pressed against her sensitive bundle of nerves Dinah knows that she’s done for. Her back arches off the bed and her hands tighten even more in  Helena’s hair. A cry falls from her lips and Dinah is so lost in the pleasure that she can’t even care to worry if it’s charged cry or not. 

 

“Come undone for me, Dinah. I can feel you shaking under me. God, you're so beautiful. Come for me, Di. Do it for me.”

 

Helena’s words push her off the edge. Hips trembling, she comes apart with a gasp of Helena’s name on her lips.

 

Her release hits her hard and fast. Vaguely, she recognizes Helena’s gasp when Dinah’s hand tightens in her hair even more but it feels miles away. Dinah feels nothing but heavy pleasure coursing through her body. It overwhelms her but she welcomes it, her mouth now wide in a silent scream as her body unwinds.

 

Dinah gracelessly moves her hips as the aftershocks course through her and Helena slows down her thrusting tongue. 

 

At some point, Dinah had closed her eyes and only realizes when her thighs stop shaking. Opening her eyes Dinah’s breath catches as she glances down at Helena. The woman in question has laid her head on Dinah’s thigh and was staring up at her. Her face glistening with Dinah’s wetness. 

 

Dinah gently tugs at Helena’s hair and brings her up for a short kiss; she can’t help but moan when she tastes herself. Deadly fingers dance their way down Dinah’s body and the signer gasps into the kiss.

 

“Helena,” She breathes out, “I don’t know if I-

 

Helena kisses her again, “Please Dinah. Let me take care of you?”

 

How can Dinah deny such an earnest request? 

 

Helena switches their positions so that Dinah is on top and Helena can lean against the bed frame, “I want to see you when you come undone this time.” Helena moved her softly in the position that she wanted and began to mouth at her neck. “Gosh, you’re so soft D.” Helena whispers as her hands grip at Dinah’s waist. 

 

Helena nips at her neck and Dinah lets her head fall backward. “Fuck Helena, if you’re going to fuck me then-

 

Helena laughs, “Alright,” She smiles, and finally, presses a finger inside.

 

Dinah’s eyes roll back as a moan is ripped from within her and she clenches her fingers into Helena’s shoulder.

 

“I’ve wanted to worship your body since I saw you in the club. No one was paying attention to you. They were in the presence of a goddess and they wasted it. But I didn’t.” Helena adds another and begins to pick up the pace. “I knew I would come back. As soon as I was done with my list I was going to come back to you.”

 

Dinah gasps as she feels Helena lower her mouth to lick at her breast. There were no words for this moment. None. The pressure was building up again in her body, and she felt like she was going to combust.

 

She feels eyes on her as she begins to writhe when the digits tease something inside, her back arching. Helena’s gaze is intense, her digits curling inside with every slow thrust and making her pant. The fingers push further in a different angle and Dinah is gasping, pushing down onto it for more. Helena repeats the movement and Dinah pulls her down into a kiss that is more messy than functional.

 

Helena moves her other hand to the back of Dinah’s head, she looks Dinah in the eys and smiles- a breathtaking, nearly crazed smile. 

 

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

 

It feels like a rubber band snapping inside of her. Dinah’s head falls backward as her body shakes, her mouth open in a silent scream. 

 

"Look at me," Helena grunts, twisting one of Dinah’s nipples.  

 

"I…I can't," Dinah whines as she tries to open her eyes but the pleasure was too much.

 

Helena’s fingers stop moving, "Look at me!" 

 

Dinah’s eyes flow open, “God, don’t stop. Please.”

 

“Just keep looking at me uccello canoro.”

 

Helena begins thrusting her fingers at an impossible speed into Dinah, her fingers brushing against that special spot each time. 

 

“Helena-- I'm gonna-- Fuck," Dinah cries out, one hand buried in the girl's hair and the other around Helena’s wrist. Helena kisses her neck before biting down-- hard.

 

For a moment everything feels still, but then Dinah’s back arches sharply upwards and a loud cry fell from her parted lips. Her insides clenching around Helena’s fingers keeping them pressed within her as she rode out the end of her orgasm, her body quaking from the sensations rushing around it. "Fuck…" Dinah breathed out softly, letting her body relax into Helena’s. Her body beginning to feel like every muscle in her body was turning into jelly. "That was… fuck."

 

Dinah barely recognizes Helena rolling them over so that they’re both laying on their sides. A sharp sting on her neck brings Dinah back to the realm of the conscious. 

 

Dinah reaches up to the sting on her neck and feels the indent of Helena’s teeth. She rolls her eyes. Of course the Twilight lover would bite like a vampire too. She’s able to crack her eyes open enough to see Helena staring at her with that large smile again.

 

“You look pretty proud of yourself.” Dinah jokes before yawning.

 

“I’m just happy.” Helena tells her with such sincerity that Dinah feels her chest tighten.

 

Dinah smiles back and leans in to give Helena a kiss on the cheek, “I’m happy too. You make me happy.”

 

The younger girl looks at a lost for words so instead she just pulls Dinah tighter against her. Dinah feels lips ghost over the, what she expects to be, a giant hickey.

 

“I might have to start calling you vampire instead of killer, babe.”

 

Helena freezes, “Sorry.”

 

Dinah shakes her head, “I should have seen it coming. You blast the Twilight soundtrack whenever you take a shower.”

 

Helena burrows her head into Dinah’s neck and groans. Dinah laughs and lets her fingers run down Helena’s spine. 

 

“I think it’s cute.”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Oh yeah.”

 

It’s quiet and Dinah feels herself falling back asleep. As the blankets are pulled up around her shoulder she’s able to mutter, “Open the box.”

 

Helena stops, “The box?”

 

“The one you brought in. I got it in case I ever got you in my bed.”

 

Even though Dinah is the one who told Helena to move, she still whines when she’s left alone in the bed. She fights to keep her eyes from fluttering close like they want to.

 

“Renee was right, it does feel like you ordered bricks. Did you get me bricks?”

 

Snorting Dinah rolls onto her stomach, “Why would I-- Nevermind, just open the box.”

 

Helena opens the box with a confused frown. She pulls out the tissues and her hands still, “Is this?”

 

Dinah nods.

 

Helena quickly pulls the dark blue weighted blanket out of the box. It’s march larger than the one Helena owns, it can easily cover two people.

 

“If I ever got the chance, if I was ever lucky enough, to be with you I wanted to--

 

Dinah’s cut off with Helena pressing a bruising kiss to her still buzzing lips. This kiss wasn’t as deep or as urgent as the ones before but it was full of passion. Of passion and promises and thank yous that Helena couldn’t find the words to express.

 

Helena pulls back from the kiss, “Let’s go to bed.”

 

“How about a nap?” Dinah asks her as she lays her head on the taller girl’s chest, “I still owe you.”

 

Helena goes about fixing the weighted blanket over them, “You don’t owe me anything.”

 

Dinah kisses Helena’s sharp jaw, “I’m not a princess, and you don’t get to have all of the fun.”

 

“Whatever you say,  uccello canoro .”

 

Dinah feels a kiss pressed into her hair and Helena’s arm tightening around her side. The room becomes quiet as their breathing synchs and they begin to fall asleep.

 

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“Hey, Helena?”

“Yeah?”

 

“I’d be down if you wanted to.”

 

“If I wanted to what?”

 

“Your favorite thing?”

 

“Shooting-- Oh.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“--”

 

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“Not now, you practically fucked me to sleep.”

 

“Right. Sorry.”

 

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“You can keep your hand on my ass though.”

 

“Nice.”