Title: Jealousy

Author: perpetualblyss

Email: perpetualblyss@yahoo.com

Fandom: Birds of Prey

Pairing: Barbara/Helena

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Birds of Prey. If I did I'd take better care of them than Tollin/Robbins has. I don't make any profit from this and apparently neither does Tollin/Robbins. It hasn't been beta'd so any mistakes re all mine.

Rating: NC-17; other places like the UK definitely M

Archiving: Hmmm, if you want it feel free; just let me know where it is please.

Summary: Helena is jealous of one of Barbara's past relationships. Don't like it, clicking a mouse is free so move on. Too young, get in school.

A/N: This fic is actually a rewrite of a great fic in the Xena fandom titled 'Jealousy' by bongo bear. You can read the fantastic original work here. It is done with permission of the original author so don't get your panties in a bunch about plagiarism. Just so we're clear this is primarily NOT an original work on my part.

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"Did you enjoy fucking him?" Helena's voice suddenly broke the stillness.


"Answer the question. Was it good for you? Did Wade do you the way you like it?"

"Helena, why are you asking me this now?" Barbara turned to look at her.

They were spooned together after having made love earlier. They lay on their sides in the afterglow; Helena idly caressed the redhead's bare midriff when her hand suddenly stopped moving. Despite the apparent tenderness of the moment, her nagging concern unlocked itself from the back of her mind and quickly fanned itself into a fiery rage. In the flames of her heart, the anger melted and transformed.

"I want to know." Helena rolled the redhead onto her back and then she pulled herself over until she was crouching over and around the older woman's supine form. She rested her weight on her hands and knees. She didn't want any part of her body touching Barbara. Not yet. The young crimefighter's brilliant blue eyes, smoldering and narrowed, stared down at the redhead. She showed her teeth with a feral grin, "I've wanted to know for a long time."

Barbara stared back at her intently, silently. Her sea-green eyes were wide with fear and something else. She knew that Helena liked their lovemaking arduous and exhausting, even a little dangerous; but this was something different. Her eyes watched as Helena quickly rolled off her and sprang to her feet. The young brunette strode to the other side of the bedroom and retrieved a nylon gym bag from the bottom of the closet. She dropped it near their bed and settled herself back over the unmoving redhead. Helena bent down to kiss her tentatively. The kiss deepened. Lips parted. Soon Helena's tongue was roughly thrusting into Barbara's mouth. She didn't stop even when she could feel Barbara struggling for breath. She didn't stop until she was forcefully pushed away.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Stop it!"

"I don't want to stop it," the brunette said huskily. "You don't really want me to stop, do you?" She quickly pinned Barbara's wrists above her head. The redhead stopped struggling immediately. Helena bent to capture those soft lips like she was never going to release them.

The younger woman worked her other hand down Barbara's body. A slow, hot trickle flowed over her searching fingers. She smeared the warmth over the soft flesh of Barbara's inner thigh. She slowly stroked just the tips of her fingers over the inflamed, furry cleft, not delving in. No, she would wait until Barbara begged her.

The redhead's passion melted like wax from a burning scented candle. It flowed out freely, running down the cleft and wetting the sheets under them. Barbara began to moan, "Helena please...quit teasing."

"I'll stop torturing you if you give yourself to me. Completely. Like you gave yourself to Wade." Helena whispered into the redhead's ear, "Surrender to me." Barbara answered with a shudder. Helena felt it against her cheek, along her spine, and in her loins. She smiled triumphantly. "Well, these are my terms."

She reached somewhere along the floor for the gym bag and pulled out an object. She showed it to the redhead and reveled in her shocked expression.

"You thought you could hide this from me?" Helena twirled the slim, glistening phallus with one hand. "Does it remind you of what you've been missing? Does it remind you of him?"

She pushed herself away from Barbara and knelt by the bed next to the older woman.

"Turn over," the crimefighter commanded. "Lay so that your legs are hanging over the edge of the bed. Spread them. More." The redhead complied. "Yes, like that."

Helena slid two pillows under the older woman's abdomen so Barbara was exposed to the cool night air. She could see the goose bumps rising on the smooth skin. She slowly caressed the offered mounds until the bumps smoothed back down into the flesh. Then she brushed her fingers against the humid cleft. She smelled the steamy heat rising. The redhead was dripping.

Helena brought the phallus up against Barbara's sensitive center. She moved deliberately and sensuously. She felt her redhead quiver with anticipation for what she was about to receive. She rolled the phallus in the dark depths, saturating the slick surface with the older woman's passion. She briefly touched the clit, teasing her relentlessly.

"Did he ask you how you wanted it?" Helena asked softly as she gently stroked Barbara's back to calm her.

Barbara shook her head. The red hair shimmered in the faint lamplight.

"Did he take you like this?" Helena plunged the phallus in all at once. She met little resistance. She smiled grimly as Barbara grunted then sighed.

"I didn't hear you. Say it again." Helena probed deeper.

Barbara gasped out a "Yes."

"How long did he take to make you come? Did he go slow and easy?" Helena thrust into her smoothly, held it in for a moment, then pulled out only to plunge back again. She steadily fucked her with the grinding, aching patience of a grand inquisitor. "Did you even come or was it just him?"

Barbara groaned and bucked against the welcome intrusion filling her body. She felt Helena grasp her hips to steady her. She felt her protégée's heat and her weight as Helena leaned in.

"Or did he take you hard and fast?" Helena breathed into the redhead's ear. She increased her pace to a furious urgency, thrusting forcefully. She felt the tremors surging and growing in the body beneath hers. She held on for dear life, not wanting to lose control of the woman writhing beneath her. Not wanting to lose control of herself.

As Barbara reached the point of no return, Helena murmured into her ears, "Did you scream, Barbara? Whose name did you shout out?" Helena drove hard one last time, twisting and going in deep.

"You, Helena!" Barbara collapsed as she came. "I called out to you," she quietly sobbed into the sheets. She lay spent and weary on the bed. The drying sweat cooled her until she began to shiver.

"I know you did. Always knew you did," Helena whispered gently as she laid the comforter over her lover and held her close. A strange calmness settled over Helena as the rage burned down, satiated and cooled. The rage retreated into the murky recesses of Helena's mind and waited.