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Selina slips into her apartment, closing the window to the fire escape behind her. She hums to herself, twirling the little vile of shining powder between her fingers.
Today is a good day for Selina Kyle.
She can hear soft music from the direction of her bedroom, the sound helping to set her at ease with every step she takes deeper inside. Slowly the cold and tension of a Gotham night spent prowling her streets begin to shed. She slinks through the hall, following the sound.
Talia al Ghul is widely known to be beautiful. A striking figure of smooth dark skin and sharp cheekbones, regal posture and lush dark hair. Her beauty is easy to see, and many a man or woman have been fortunate enough to witness it.
Very rarely however, does anyone get to see this:
Talia laid sprawled out on Selina’s large bed, draped in a soft nightgown of deep green silk, humming along to the music. Relaxed, open and — vulnerable.
Selina cannot take her eyes off the sight as she stands in the doorway, pulling the leather mask away to reveal her face.
Talia looks up, having noticed her presence, and smiles.
Talia’s smiles are often sharp, cutting, even, always strategic and very rarely genuine. But here in the privacy of their little home, it’s warm, and soft.
“Hello, darling,” she says, that low, raspy voice making Selina’s own lips quirk up.
“Hello to you too, beautiful,” Selina purrs, sauntering towards the bed. Talia extends an arm, beckoning, inviting, and Selina crawls up and into the bed, pressing her cheek to her lover’s long cool fingers. She looks up at Talia through her lashes, back arched like a cat’s.
Talia chuckles, warm like a freshly brewed cup of tea, earthy like the forest floor, the sound planting roots in Selina’s heart as easily as breathing.
“Do not play, darling,” she scolds with a smile, tracing her thumb along Selina’s cheek.
“I always play,” Selina counters, but she rights herself.
“I’ve got the pollen,” she tells Talia, presenting the vial.
Talia looks down to inspect it, lip quirking.
“As I can see. Very well done.” She presses a tender kiss to Selina’s forehead, sliding the vial from her grasp.
Selina hums, content at her lover’s praise and affection. She tilts her face upward, pouting her lips, and receives another kiss — a soft slide of their mouths against each other, with a tiny tease of Selina’s tongue.
Talia pulls back first, as she usually does, but her hand remains on Selina’s cheek, gentle and grounding.
Selina licks her lips, grinning.
“Like the cat who got the cream,” Talia teases, her finger trailing the shell of Selina’s ear.
“You know it, beautiful,” Selina winks, voice husky.
Talia releases her with a hum, relaxing back into the plush pillows on Selina’s bed. She has brought a few of her own, Selina notes, expensive, tasteful things that somehow manage to fit right into her own more eclectic collection.
“Making yourself right at home, huh?” Selina remarks offhandedly as she rises from the bed, shedding her costume. She rolls the tight leather off her body shamelessly, watching Talia’s eyes trail it’s decent.
Selina knows how to put on a show — has learned to take enjoyment in the skill, even. So as she slowly strips herself, she ensures the way her body turns and bends is as enticing as the dark skin she reveals.
Talia’s eyes glint in the dim lighting, roaming over Selina’s now naked form appreciatively.
“Oh, yes,” she agrees softly, “Your home has rather enchanted me.”
She looks up, meeting Selina’s eyes, grin tugging at her lips.
“Though I despise the city you choose to live in.”
Selina laughs, bright and easy, spell broken.
“Everybody hates Gotham, beautiful, you aren’t special,” she teases, sending a wink over her shoulder as she heads for the bathroom.
It is a lie, of course. Talia al Ghul is nothing if not special, and Selina’s love for her city and its people is as fierce and unwavering as ever.
She could have left Gotham thrice over, a successful theft to buy her ticket, or even a favour to Bruce. Talia, surely, would have been delighted at the chance to steal Selina away from this city, perhaps even inviting her into her own home.
But Selina would never leave — could never leave. Both her history and fate are woven into these dark streets as intricately as the Bat’s. She was — perhaps inevitably — as drawn to it as Bruce’s little birds.
She steps into the shower, letting the hot water drain away both sweat and thought, closing her eyes against the spray.
Today is a good day for Selina Kyle.
When she’s done with her shower, Selia wraps into one of her fluffy robes, the fabric heavenly on her damp skin. She runs her hands over it, where it drapes over her stomach, releasing a soft sigh.
Talia is still lazily sprawled on the bed when Selia returns, lifting her eyes to Selina as she approaches.
“Are you ready to begin?” she drawls, twirling the vile in her elegant hand.
“So ready,” Selina confirms with a grin, sinking down on the soft mat of her bed.
Talia hums, leaning up for a kiss and Selina grants it, their mouths slanting together perfectly.
“You are sure, my love?” Talia mumbles into the kiss, and Selina lets her fingers slide into her hair.
“I am,” she confirms, presses another kiss to Talia’s lips, then pulls back a fraction. “Are you?”
“Very much,” Talia assures, regarding her with a hooded gaze. She pulls open the vile and spills the contents onto her hand. The powder glitters and puffs up into the air a little, then falls all the way down to rest on her palm.
Selina leans down to inspect it, her breath puffing out to disturb some of the shiny powder.
“Do you know how she makes that stuff?” she asks, inching closer.
“I am not sure I want to,” Talia replies with a slight frown. Selina can’t help chuckling at the expression, pressing a soft kiss between Talia’s brows.
“I guess we don’t really have to know. Pam can keep her secrets long as we can have fun with her ethically dubious creations.”
Talia raises a brow at her, and Selina grins wider.
“I once saw the Drakes get a face full of it way back when,” she tells her, eyes gleaming. “Ivy was on one of her usual little fits, facing off with the Bat and his ilk, and the two of them had been around, trying to evacuate after a date night. I think the first Robin had been trying to get them out of the way, but they ended up stepping on a beautiful little flower. It had only just started to bloom.”
Selina looked deep into Talia’s eyes, grinning.
“Ivy took one look at them, slapped them with a cloud, and went back to throwing vines at the Bats.”
Talia hummed, clearly entertained.
“The look on their faces!” Selina exclaimed excitedly. “You wouldn’t believe it. They were trying to hold it in so desperately, but I could see them sweating. I know old Janet was this close to ripping the fancy suit off her husband.”
Talia’s eyes widen minutely, in a rare display of genuine surprise and a hint of amusement. Selina cherishes it, cradling that little reaction to her heart, preserving it to her memory.
“I see,” Talia says slowly, and Selina bursts into small, snorting giggles.
The smile Talia treats her with at that is very fond, and a little exasperated. Selina leans down to kiss it away.
As the kiss deepens, their bodies naturally folding into one another, Selina feels a hand flatten against her chest, where her robe is falling open a little. There is something soft and ticklish between the hand and her skin, and she pulls away, panting.
“Is that?” she asks, eyes widening.
“It is,” Talia confirms, mischievous grin on her spit-slick lips.
Selina just stares at her for a moment, processing. Then she narrows her eyes, glaring good-naturedly.
“Oh, you little—,” she starts, but cuts herself off as she grabs Talia’s wrist, pulling it away from her body. The powder, now freed, falls down Selina’s body and between them, shimmering beautifully. Selina catches some of it in her hand, subsequently pressing it into Talia’s face.
Talia lets out a little muffled “Oh,” and Selina cackles triumphantly.
Talia pulls the hand from her face, glaring back, but Selina can see her lips twitching up into a barely restrained smile.
Soon Talia has scooped up another handful of powder, and now it’s Selina who has an itchy nose full of pollen. She sneezes a little, and Selia pulls her hand away, triumphant.
They spend the next few minutes giggling, smearing the rest of the pollen all over each other. It tingles lightly as it hits more sensitive areas, but it takes a while to really kick in with its intended effect.
It starts slowly. Selina can’t tell if the heat in her veins is because of Pamela’s magical sex pollen, or simply because she is touching Talia.
She traces her hands down Talia’s sides; eyes fixed on the way her breath stutters slightly.
“You’re so beautiful,” she whispers, utterly entranced. She watches as a deep flush spreads over Talia’s cheeks, and down over her throat until it hits her chest.
Talia very rarely blushes, and Selina acknowledges that this time it might be attributed to the pollen and not her own skills of seduction. She can be okay with that.
In any case, it’s fascinating and Selina drinks in the view like a woman starved. Her hands run back up Talia’s sides, over her ribs, then together, so she can cup her breasts.
She presses up, watching as the flesh pools around her fingers. She rubs her palms into Talia’s nipples, eyes skirting up to watch the small moan escape her plush lips.
“You little devil,” Talia sighs, lids drooping a little.
“You’re starting to feel it too, huh?” Selina teases, giving her breasts another gentle squeeze.
Talia only hums, pulling her down into a slow, deep kiss. Selina can feel the pollen affecting her now, clearly so, the hot simmer of it spreading through her veins. She opens her mouth, the tip of her tongue reaching in to graze behind Talia’s teeth.
Talia slides one long, lean thigh between both of Selina’s allowing her to grind against it. It’s wet, and messy, and absolutely delicious.
Selina moans into Talia’s mouth, hips rolling. She reaches up to ghost her fingers along one of Talia’s nipples again, stiff with arousal. She keeps her touches feather-light, causing Talia to arch her back in an attempt to press her chest further against her fingers.
But Selina doesn’t give in, until Talia lets out a frustrated huff of breath, breaking their kiss.
“Selina…” she admonishes with a frown, chest rising and falling with each laboured breath. She is well and truly flushed now, and Selina wants to run her hands, her tongue, over every inch of that beautiful skin of hers.
She presses another kiss to Talia’s lips, then lowers herself down, trailing gentle kisses down along her jaw, along her throat and further down, until she reaches one pert nipple. She circles it with her tongue once, twice, building up anticipation.
Finally, looking up through her lashes, she flicks the small nub, watching Talia’s teeth dig into her plush lower lip, her back arching off the bed a little. Selina knows how she must look form this angle. Mischievous. Teasing, playful. Sinful, with lashes lowered and her lips wet and bruised, panting over her lover’s breast.
The thought sends a thrill through her. She wants Talia to be mad with want for her. Wants her to lose all control only to be able to touch her.
Selina wants to allow her.
The pollen’s effect is stronger now, and it’s difficult not to slot herself back onto Talia’s thigh and just — ride it to completion. Selina is panting too, hot huffing breaths as saliva pools in her mouth.
God, but is Talia beautiful.
She drinks in the sight of her lover, eager and flushed, blowing a gust of air against her moistened nipple. Talia shivers, a shaky moan escaping her lips and Selina grins.
Talia slips a hand between the fabric of Selina’s robe, still barely clinging to her body, over the curve of one breast and down. It tickles along her stomach, the touch featherlight and Selina lets out a soft whimper of a sound. It’s getting increasingly hard to keep a clear mind, especially when Talia is touching her like that.
Selina rucks up her hips, urging that hand to reach down to where she needs it most. Her legs part, and she holds herself up with both arms outstretched on either side of Talia’s head, kneeling over her body.
Talia smiles, her fingers brushing through the dark curls on Selina’s mound, before sliding further below, to tease at her hooded clit. Selina’s hips twitch forward, and her eyes fall shut as she bites her lip, silencing a soft whimper.
The barely-touch sends sparks of pleasure through her body, so much and yet so far from enough. Suddenly she needs that pressure like she needs air, and her face twists and she rolls her hips, chasing it. But Talia can be cruel, and her strong fingers remain ever out of reach. Selina lets out a frustrated growl, opening her eyes, one hand reaching up to grab her wrist.
She has to redistribute her weight on the mat, now leaning against only one arm instead of two, but she is strong, and thus undisturbed by this fact.
The only problem with the situation is Talia’s chuckle — not mean, no — but cruel, nonetheless.
Because Selina Kyle loves Talia al Ghul, but if she doesn’t press her hand to her clit right this second, she might just have to resort to homicide.
“Please,” she begs, her glare no doubt pathetic in the wake of her arousal.
Talia coos at her, one finger flicking down again, making Selina shiver and gasp, even as she holds fast to her wrist.
“I hate you,” Selina breathes, more a shaky whine than anything else, really, and weak as it is untrue. Talia only smiles at her, tilting her beautiful head.
“Do you want me to touch you, darling?” she asks, knowing the answer.
“Please,” Selina sighs, eyes watering. Her body is slick with sweat despite her recent shower and lack of exertion. She lets go of Talia’s wrist to brush her hair from her face, and Talia retracts her hand, using it to cup her cheek and guide her down.
Selina goes willingly, her hand returning to its spot beside Talia’s head to hold herself up and lowering her head to meet her lips in a kiss, both gentle and hungry. She traces those lips with her tongue, takes each between her own, one at a time, so soft and plush it should be impossible. She gasps into her lover’s mouth, when that hand leaves her cheek once more to travel between her legs, granting the pressure and friction she’s been craving.
Her hips buck once more, her lips parting in a moan, but Talia does not release her, leaning in to lick into her mouth, hot an eager.
All the while her fingers circle Selina’s clit, brushing against it occasionally, before dipping lower, to part her folds.
Talia does not enter her, or not yet at least. No — she has Selina shaking and whining, simply dragging her fingers through her wetness, teasing at her sensitive opening but refusing to slide inside.
Selina shifts, not yet willing to put a stop to Talia’s game, but impatient, nonetheless. She shifts her weight once more, moving one hand to rest on Talia’s chest, cupping her breast. Talia has the most beautiful tits she’s ever seen, Selina thinks. And she has seen her fair share.
“You are impatient,” Talia scolds, but the accusation falls flat at her own heavy breaths. Her eyes are dark and hooded, and she’s clearly enjoying the friction Selina is providing with her hand, her own caress stuttering.
“How could I not be,” Selina pouts, a little exaggeratedly, “you’re naked in my bed and this pollen is driving me nuts.”
And it’s true, she is starting reach her breaking point.
“Please, baby, beautiful, my love, do you want me to eat you out?” she asks, desperate, watching Talia’s pupils dilate. “I will,” she assures, panting, “I’ll eat you so good, you know I will.”
Talia shivers, closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.
“You will,” she says, finally, “later.”
Selina lets out a small questioning noise, and Talia leans up to press a kiss beneath her eye.
“I am going to let you take the edge off first, darling,” Talia whispers, right in her ear. Selina moans, nodding eagerly, and Talia places her hands at her hips, guiding her down. She spreads her legs, guiding Selina’s movements with slightly hurried ones of her own.
Soon Selina is slotted perfectly against her, sitting in her lap just so, able to roll her hips and grind against Talia’s own heat.
They both moan, loud and unashamed, slick and wet and swollen, and Selina wastes no time in moving, Talia reciprocating in kind.
Selina sits up straight, hips moving in a practiced, fluid roll, and Talia still lays beneath her, grasping at Selina’s ribs and waist, holding and squeezing as she pants for air. The grind is sweet and wet and delicious, and every time their clits rub against each other they both let out small cries, unashamed and hedonistic.
It doesn’t take long for Selina to begin to tremble, being most in control of their shared pursuit of a gratifying release, and Talia watches her as her mouth falls open in a silent cry, her body tensing and twitching as waves of pleasure roll through her.
Talia steadies her, guiding her down to lay on the bed as she makes small, gasping noises, finding her way back into her blissed out body.
She turns her head, watching Talia snake a hand between her legs, rubbing, stomach flexing.
Selina’s arms and legs are jelly, but still, she cannot leave her lover like this. She drags herself over, ignoring Talia’s curious gaze, worming her way between her legs. She presses her head against Talia’s thigh, watching the understanding enter her eyes and waits for her to move her hand away.
Once Talia does, Selina leans in, licking a long, hot stripe up her cunt with the flat of her tongue. Talia lets out a loud moan, her back arching, but Selina does not give her time to recover. She’s a little clumsy with it, sloppy and a bit lazy perhaps, her limbs still shaky with aftershocks and her mind foggy from her orgasm. Already the pollen takes hold of her again, and she shuffles a bit, collecting a small mound of sheets beneath her hips to grind her clit against.
She can’t resist indulging, canting her hips and moaning even as her face is buried in Talia’s cunt, licking and sucking. She lifts one hand from where it was twisted in the sheets beside Talia’s writhing body, sinking a crooked finger inside her, tipping her tongue to trace around her entrance. Talia is worked up already from Selina riding her, hovering right at the edge to orgasm, Selina can tell. Just a little more, and she will tumble over. So Selina works her way up, lips locking around Talia’s clit to alternate between sucking and flicking it. She watches for every reaction, working up a rhythm, moving off the sensitive nub every so often to avoid overstimulation, teasing around it instead.
It’s not long at all until Talia’s body tenses, a ragged moan escaping her. Selina works her through it, her finger pressing against her G-spot and she slips another inside for that delicious stretch she knows Talia enjoys, while continuously playing with her clit. She keeps her eyes on Talia’s face best as she can, working out what is too much, and what is just right, until her back arches, one last deep moan escaping her and she slumps into the bed, strings cut, and Selina slowly pulls away.
They lay there for a while, Selina still slowly grinding into her bed, both breathing hard, bodies covered in sweat.
“Any idea how long this stuff lasts?” Selina asks after who knows how long. Time is strange, like this, her head fuzzy and her body alive and tingling.
“I believe it depends,” Talia says, peering down at her. Selina hums, for lack of a better response.
They continue to laze about in silence, room quiet safe for their heavy breaths. At some point Talia gets up, all long limbed and smooth skinned, and Selina watches her, mouth slightly ajar. She’s been raring to go again for a while, waiting for Talia to indicate the same.
She returns quickly with a filled bottle of water, holding it out to Selina. She takes it gratefully, only now realising how parched she is.
Selina thanks her, gulping down more than half the bottle’s contents, before returning it to Talia who leaves it on the bedside table.
Then she simply remains standing there, hands on her hips, looking down at Selina, sprawled on the bed.
Selina for one is happy just looking at her for now, even as she feels her arousal steadily building once more.
“I am glad I left my schedule empty for the weekend,” Talia says then, and Selina shivers.
“The entire weekend, huh?”
Talia nods, lowering herself onto the bed, knee dipping the mattress.
“All weekend,” she confirms.
They fall into each other, rolling on the bed, all eager hands and mouths and tangled legs.
They do not stay there the entire weekend, no.
But it is a close thing.