 | ShatterStorm Productions
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| ShatterStorm Productions
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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.
"What?"
"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.
"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 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.
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.
FIN
