A Celebratory Drink

"So, ladies, what are we drinking?" Lois Lane asked.

It had taken a couple hours to settle out the details—Poison Ivy was in police custody, along with her minions, and the women she had kidnapped for her plant-based experiments had been rescued. Batgirl and Supergirl had changed into civilian clothes to join Lois at a less hectic local bar...a snooty kind of place that catered mostly to professional women who worked late nights, and enjoyed their peace and quiet. After the bouncer checked their IDs to make sure everyone was of age, the three settled down into a booth, Lois sandwiched between the blonde and redhead.

"Champagne?" The blonde Kryptonian suggested.

"Kara, bubbly makes you horny," the redhead said dryly. "And I don't need you climbing all over Miss Lane by the end of the night."

"Lois, please," the raven-haired reporter said with a smile. "And maybe I wouldn't mind. You two saved my bacon after all."

So it was champagne, to start out with, and a bowl of fresh strawberries. The ladies filled their glasses and clinked them together. The effervescent, yeasty wine slid down the reporter's throat and she could feel the tension drain from her shoulders.

They fell to talking, perhaps naturally, about the Justice League.

"You've never thought about it?" Lois asked Kara.

"He's my cousin!" The blonde insisted.

"So?" Barbara said. "I mean, we tend to keep it in the Bat-family, if you know if I mean."

Supergirl crinkled her nose and reached for the bottle. Lois chewed on a strawberry. Her legs spread so that each knee touched a knee on either side of her. All joking aside, the reporter couldn't repress her curiosity.

"So are you two...lesbians? Girlfriends? Just good friends? Friends with benefits?" The reporter asked.

Kara coughed on her champagne, her face suddenly red. "Why does everyone assume that!?"

"Because it's true, babe," Barbara said dryly. "We're best friends. And...lovers. We never really had a name for it. It just happens sometimes, after missions, or when we can steal a moment."

Supergirl blushed. "I mean, it's not like I'm ashamed of it. It's just...not something I'm comfortable about."

"I keep trying to get her to come out for Pride, but she was raised conservative," the redhead said, as she topped up her glass with the last of the bottle. "That little display tonight probably got her motor running, though. Didn't it, babe?"

Kara couldn't meet Barbara and Lois Lane's eyes. She just stared into the depths of her champagne, to watch the little bubbles float up the sides of the glass.

"Yeah. You two were...really hot," Supergirl admitted.

"You want to see more?" Barbara asked. The redhead leaned over the table, and Lois felt the caped crusader's hand come to rest on her thigh. "Maybe Lois and I could give you a little show?"

"I could give you both more than a show," Lois said, a little surprised at her own forwardness. Maybe it was the champagne, or the after-effects of Ivy's ****, or just that she was sitting here between these two peak examples of femininity and...

"I'm...very attracted to both of you," Lois said, and she felt her nipples erect, and her cheeks burn all the way to her ears. "I've never done a proper threesome with two women before, but if you two are...agreeable...I'd love to make love to both of you."

Lois and Barbara both stared at Kara. The blonde seemed to vibrate in place. There was an unspoken feeling that she was the key to all this. The rest of the night depended entirely on if and how Supergirl wanted to get fucked.