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"Dinah? You doing okay?"

Dinah relaxed back into the bubble bath. She'd worried that a beep on the communicator meant something urgent, but Oracle just wanted to chat. Reclining against the foam pillow put in opposite the faucet, she let the hot water get back to soothing her tired muscles.

"I'm dandy, Oracle. Something on your mind?"

"Today's mission seemed to bother you. Anything I can do?"

"It wasn't the mission. It was things on the JSA."

"Oh?"

It was funny how much Dinah could read into the affectless, electronically modified voice. Oracle seemed to be in a frisky mood—so much wanting to dish—just like a girl. Only sometimes, Dinah could swear that disembodied voice was coming onto her. Not so girlish, that.

Or maybe she was just fooling herself after months of learning nothing about whoever it was on the other side of the internet connection.

"I don't kiss and tell," Dinah teased, and a rich laughter came through the commline that even the identity-preserving filtration couldn't dim.

"Spicy! I know you're a glutton for punishment, Dinah, but if you'd like to take some time off from our little arrangement, there have been a few heroes I've been thinking of recruiting."

"Don't tell me you want to see other people. I haven't even seen

you

yet."

Oracle paused a moment. "I don't want you pushing yourself too hard. You have to be at your best to play this game. Even if you are, that's no guarantee of winning. So if the JSA needs you more than I do..."

"Where is this coming from? Are you that determined to know what's going on with me? Your private little soap opera?"

"Oh, please—I couldn't care less what Green Arrow gets up to..."

"And it has nothing to do with Ollie."

"Really? I noticed signs of emotional entanglement on the mission. Frequently dilated pupils, higher blush index, quicker pulse rate..."

Dinah glanced around. She knew Oracle probably wouldn't go so far as to plant cameras in her private residence—least of all the master bathroom—but if she did, the house in her name would be a much easier target than some random hotel room.

"I thought you couldn't watch me."

"Monitor. Not watch. I hacked a few security cameras. Standard operating procedure."

"And that got you my blush index? Sure you don't have a tiny camera built into my earpiece?" Dinah asked, taking the earring out and examining it.

"Don't be ridiculous. I'd never find room for that and the sound system

and

the microphone," Oracle's tinny voice said, before Dinah plugged the earring back in. "Now, if you were to wear a headband..."

"Oh no. I'm not going there again."

"Like anyone would care, so long as you have the fishnets on."

"Spoken like a true fan."

The hot water should've been cooling, but Dinah felt a new heat taking over for it, a warmth that was inside her and growing hotter all the time. All this talk of

what had happened, what was different,

had gotten to Dinah. Unsettling all the thoughts she'd tried to repress.

She could recall, with perfect accuracy, the feel of skin against her skin. The taste of sweat on her lips. The touch of a tongue on her bare breast, making her feel thrillingly naked in a way that a simple lack of clothes never could.

She could not hold it in. The one way to exorcise this feeling was to do as Oracle wanted and share what had happened. It was too immense to keep fitting inside her.

"You know about Kendra? The new Hawkgirl?"

"The way I hear it," Oracle said, "she's the old Hawkgirl."

"Yeah. It's complicated. And now Carter's back in the picture. Unlike her, he remembers everything. He wants what they had back again and Kendra can't even remember what that is. I went to talk to her, just to give her a chance to vent. I mean, I get it. On the JSA, there are so many times when people look at me and see my mother. I tried to give her some advice and she was crying and I just wanted to comfort her... and if you've seen her, you know how good she looks, with those toned arms and the tiny little top that doesn't touch a single one of her abs and that chic as fuck haircut she has that looks so good on her... I wanted to look like that, when I didn't have the wig on, but I could never pull it off, so I just grew my hair out and dyed it—"

"Whoa!" Oracle cried. "Sounds like you need to vent a little yourself."

"It's just... it requires context. I'm not a slut or anything."

Oracle was silent for a moment; Dinah had plenty of time to realize what she'd said.

"This is starting to sound like a

fun

story."

"Okay, fuck, I'll tell, but don't go thinking I seduced her. I did not go to see her for that. I really just wanted to make sure she was okay."

"Oh, I'm sure she was

fine,"

Oracle drawled.

"I said something to make her laugh," Dinah explained quickly, before Oracle could make any bigger a deal of it than she already had. "She has a really pretty laugh, an infectious laugh, so I laughed too, and then I realized... you know... I was in her bedroom, sitting on her bed, she was lying down, we were both wearing what we wear.

"We'd gotten pretty close, talking like we were, and when she laughed, it was like a barrier was broken. Like we were past the point of words. Kendra felt the same way, I guess. She put her arms around me and kissed me on the cheek... just a light, sisterly kiss... but what I started to feel...! Or, I guess, had been feeling, and now had to admit I was feeling—

"I was wet. I mean, really ready for something to happen. It embarrassed the hell out of me. I kept wondering if she'd notice. It wasn't like I'd ever noticed another woman was turned on, but then, I'd never been in a situation like this before. And Kendra was still holding me—I guess she could tell that whatever else I was feeling, I wasn't disliking this... embrace... and she started rubbing my back while she held me.

"Just with her fingertips, but that didn't make it any better, because then it was just how

I

was feeling, how

I

was taking it... getting turned on, enjoying it, and at the same time, I was ashamed of myself. I wasn't sure she meant it like that. I wasn't sure if I wanted her to or not. I had to do something to put the ball back in her court. I couldn't just keep giving her nothing and letting her caress me. That would be the exact wrong move.

"So I put my arms around her and started running my hands over her back. The shoulder blades first, then down her spine. She's so thin, you know, but she's got wide hips, so there was just more to touch as I got down to the base of her spine. Those little dimples you can't help but see every time she turns her back on you...

"Kendra went to the same space, just two fingertips, but moving from the small of my back to almost the top of my ass, right between the cheeks. Like she might, you know, go all the way down at any time. The thought made me shudder. I mean really shudder. She was actually fondling the little bumps of my spines and if she kept going down...

"Well, she didn't, but she started running her fingers around my waist, you know, touching exactly where a belt would go? It wasn't exactly... she wasn't touching my ass or my groin or anything, but it wasn't... not

not...

it was more than I thought she'd touch.

"Then she ran her hand down the outside of my hip, down to my thigh, and started rubbing that. Which still wasn't quite fondling me, but it turned me on more than ever. She wasn't groping me, wasn't doing anything overtly sexual, having her just want to touch me, feel me... that was sexy on its own. And I could smell Kendra's hair... feel the weight of her head on my shoulder... hear her sighs... and for as long as I've worn fishnets, I actually haven't had someone feel them up all that often..."

"I was really wet. I could feel the moisture like a living thing, extending all the way into me and coming out of me. Slowly evaporating from my pubic hair with this weird coolness that piled on top of the warmth I was feeling inside.

"Some of it actually started to run down my leg. I squeezed my thighs together to hide it. Kendra must've misinterpreted that; or maybe I was pretending not to know how it would look. She kissed me again, on the lips this time, and not just once. And she was done caressing my legs. She put her hand on my tits instead.

"I was scared, confused. I tried to pull away, but the moment I'd made the niceness of it stop, even a little, I froze. And Kendra reached between my thighs... I could've thought about what was going on for twenty years, the way I was going, but the moment she touched me for real, I couldn't think at all.

"It was like I'd been shocked without it hurting, if that sounds even slightly possible. And all of it was at my labia, so I wasn't sure if it was going into me or coming out. She was touching me right on my clit, nothing else but my clit, I mean there was no way to think of it as anything else than this sex act. This totally lesbian sex act that had nothing to do with dicks or men... just my clit... like the one she had.

"She kept touching me and I actually made noise, this slutty little cry that no one would make if they weren't having sex. And she still didn't stop. I was shocked at the time. Didn't Kendra know what she was doing? Couldn't she tell what was happening to me because of her?

"She kept stroking me there and not just that, she entered me with another finger. I'd never had anything inside me that wasn't male or me, and this thing was that, it wasn't that... it was not me, but it was the way I would touch myself, not the way a guy would.

"I could've screamed. Like a porn star. I really could've.

"She knew what she was doing too. I was really sure that she'd never done this before, but she was a natural. Kendra knew what I liked as much as I did. It made me think that I might know what she liked too. I could not stop thinking that...

She strummed my clit and rubbed the lips of my cunt and... God, I can't even think of it all. I just remember it felt good. And it wasn't that I was a lesbian, or thought I was a lesbian. My body was reacting for me.

"I held onto Kendra so tight it was like I was trying to break her back. I was about to come, but I thought I was coming already. I was seeing stars. My body shook all over. I rocked my hips back and forth, trying to get one of my legs around her.

"Then I was really about to come, which I could only tell because I knew there was this tension in me at the breaking point. It was all about to come out of me when she stopped, the little brat. She took her hand away and said that I could keep the fishnets on, but the rest had to come off.

"I didn't know what to say. It wasn't like I'd said I wanted to kiss her or any of it. I couldn't bring myself to ask her to keep going, but I didn't want her to stop. I was speechless... I started undressing, though."

Oracle laughed. Dinah thought there was a bitter quality to the sound, but it was tempered with a kind of relief. "If you told me you turned her down, after all that..."

"I couldn't turn her down. How could I? She was the one who knew what we were doing. So I was naked then... and it'd been a long time since I'd felt that naked. When someone's looking at you, wanting you, it's nothing like changing clothes or getting into the shower.

"I laid down on the bed, still letting my body talk for me. Showing it off, letting Kendra know she could have me. I even opened my legs so she could see more of me. I felt totally shameless!

"I almost felt embarrassed for her, too, because of how hotly she was staring at my little cunt.

She said something about how she'd never suspected I wasn't a natural blonde and I said something about it being too much of a cliche... the one time I didn't have you in my ear to tell me what to do...

"I'm sure you did just as good as I would've."

"I think I intimidated her, a little, but me going ahead with it had her going ahead with it. We were locked together, both of our feet on the gas pedal. I couldn't back down without her backing down. I'm sure she felt the same way.

"She crawled over me... she lowered herself down to me... the whole time I was silently begging for Kendra to stop if she didn't really want this, but I was afraid to break her confidence. I was just so nervous and I didn't want that for her. Suddenly it just popped out of me. I told her I wanted her."

"Probably the best thing you could've said."

"'I want you too,' she said, or at least I think she said, because by the end of the sentence she had her lips on my pussy. Right on my pussy!

"An hour ago I'd never even kissed a woman. Now she was doing this to me. She was kissing her lips all over my slot, sucking on my clit, moving her tongue inside me. I came all over the place, of course—soaking everything between my legs, her included. And Kendra was hardly trying to keep dry.

"I remember thinking there would be a stain on the bed when we were done. Not that I cared. I just moaned and hoped she could tell how much I was enjoying myself. And finally I was there, feeling something that simply couldn't get any better. I just writhed and twitched and felt it. God, did I feel it.

"I didn't know what was supposed to happen after that. Maybe I should've thanked her. The sensations died down, but I kept holding still to let them echo in me. I didn't know what else to do. I just laid there, waiting for her to keep going. I didn't feel qualified to do anything. I wouldn't have believed I could make her feel the things she'd just done to me.

"The next thing I knew, she was straddling my face, her cunt as close to me as mine must've been to her when she was making me feel all those things...

"She started telling me what to do... more like begging, because eating me out had turned her on almost as much as me. It was like she just said things and I came out of my afterglow haze, thinking what to do with my teeth and my lips and my tongue... I tried sucking her clit, like she had with me, and using the tip of my tongue, even in her asshole, which I had never thought of as an erogenous zone before. I learned about touching briefly, delicately, to heighten a woman's arousal by a degree at a time.

"I'd never liked using my fingers on myself, not too much, but the way Kendra liked it was a revelation. I got anxious to try it in myself and see if I liked it as much. Not that I wanted to do anything else at the moment. I was learning how to open her up with one hand, stretch her, to walk her up to the point of causing pain but keep her feeling only pleasure. It was a world I'd never visited before. It broke my heart when Kendra told me she couldn't take anymore... and then she told me she was ready to please me again.

"I'd gotten so into satisfying her that I'd somehow been able to ignore how much my own body wanted more."

"Shit,

shit!"

Oracle cried.

"What, what is it?" For a moment, Dinah had thought Oracle was coming. She wasn't ashamed of the thought that someone, a virtual stranger, was getting off to her memory. It seemed as natural as what she was telling Oracle.

"Emergency in Calcutta, the Titans are on scene—I have to take this. Uhh... good for you getting laid, I guess?"

"Yeah. Good for me. Talk later?"

"Yes. Maybe not about this..."

Dinah laughed richly. "About anything."

"Oh hell, they have hoverboards—I'll call you back!"

And Oracle abruptly hung up.

***

"We'd gotten pretty close, talking like we were, and when she laughed, it was like a barrier was broken. Like we were past the point of words. Kendra felt the same way, I guess. She put her arms around me and kissed me on the cheek... just a light, sisterly kiss... but what I started to feel...! Or, I guess, had been feeling, and now had to admit I was feeling—"

This was wrong. This was really wrong. It was one thing to record a conversation. That was just good sense. Barbara deleted those files whenever they touched on a hero's personal information.

She should delete this one too. She definitely shouldn't listen to it again. She shouldn't, she shouldn't...

Barbara kept listening, her hand going down into her panties.

She wondered how Kendra would feel about being one of her agents.