"I choose . . ."
Batgirl took in a long, shuddering breath. As much as she hated her, the ifrit wasn't wrong about one thing - she had selfishly inflicted her own fantasy on Superman, albeit accidentally at first. Of course, that hadn't stopped her from continuing with it once she was alone with him . . .
She laid a hand down on his chest, feeling his heartbeat, chewing at her lower lip for a moment. Would he still be as understanding once he woke up? Had she done something truly unforgivable to him and to Lois just because she hadn't wanted to debase herself with a stranger?
Goddamn that ifrit! She briefly thought about wishing that she'd never touched her damn lamp but knowing Inara, she'd just make it so Penguin had gotten to it instead and reduced her to his simpering sex **** or something. She kicked herself for making a wish in the first place. Of course, the wish itself could be her salvation she realized with a **** hope.
With a long, shuddering breath, thought about the exact words of her first wish - "I can engage in safe, enjoyable, consensual sexual acts with anyone I want in a private fashion that doesn't hurt anyone or have any negative consequences, starting now and not retroactively."
"I choose for you to start living up to your end of the bargain." Barbara said with a confidence she didn't exactly feel.
"Oh? However do you mean Barbie?" Inara said with a cocked eyebrow.
"For my first wish, I specifically said no negative consequences." she replied with a frown. "I know you made these little trysts supernaturally pleasurable but having him get addicted to me or leave his wife for me would both be negative as far as I am concerned and I'M the one who made the wish. And I also specified consensual, for that matter."
Inara rolled her eyes.
"Fine. You got me." Inara shrugged, deciding to play along for now, glancing at her nails as if bored. "I did make it as consensual as I could - he thought all of this was purely medical, after all. With that said, we both know the truth and you haven't answered my question. Do you want to let him live out his own personal fantasy with you or are we moving on to someone else?"
Inara was so casual about it, Barbara thought venomously. She'd pushed her into a corner with this and if she even gave herself a moment to think about someone other than Superman, she might end up causing yet more harm. Much as she hated the ifrit, it really only made logical sense that she give Superman the option to enjoy himself. It was best and safest for everyone and perhaps, if she got truly lucky, he might even notice something was amiss.
"I'll wake him up and *ask him* if he would like to do that." Barbara replied with a frosty tone. "You may have given me these ridiculous powers but I'm not going to simply inflict my desires again on someone under false pretenses without warning them first."
Inara **** herself to hold back a laugh of triumph, delighted that Barbara Gordon was fooling herself into thinking that this second go round was anything but her giving into her basest desires under a pretense of righteousness. It hardly mattered that the road to hell was getting paved with good intentions, just that she'd started paving it and dragging one of the world's most incorruptible souls along with her on the journey. Instead, Inara just rolled her eyes.
"Whatever you say, Barbie." she snorted, even as the ifrit felt like cheering.
Barbara turned away from her to focus on the slumbering form of Superman. She raised up a hand and gently caressed his cheek.
"Superman? Superman, wake up."
"Mmm? Oh!" he murmured, leaning into the caress at first and then awakening with a start. She idly noted that he blushed all over and couldn't help but smile. He sat up slightly, clearing his throat and looking both slightly abashed and guiltily pleased as he looked her in the eyes (no mean feat given she was still built like Wonder Woman's sexier sister). "I- uh, did that-"
He seemed a bit embarrassed and at an atypical loss for words, reminding her of how he behaved as Clark Kent, which made her bite her now poutier lower lip to keep from giggling, despite herself and the awkward situation. His being so bashful was unfairly cute. She tried to get a hold of herself.
"Did what we just did cleanse all the Pink Kryptonite from your system?" he asked, returning to his full, typical earnestness. It made her heart pang a bit, him being so immediately concerned for her well-being and that alone.
"Right. The Pink Kryptonite." Barbara sighed, remembering Inara's pretext for what had just happened. She channeled the grimace into a more embarrassed look. "Ah, no, not quite. It seems we need to- well, I need to use my, er, abilities one more time."
"Will- will it be the same as before?" he asked with a crease to his brows, as if unsure what answer he truly desired.
"It- well, it doesn't have to be." Barbara replied with a faint blush, remembering just how incredibly satisfying their lovemaking had been but shaking her head to focus. "My . . . unique situation would allow me to let you fulfill a fantasy of your own."
She licked her lips nervously.
"And I can guarantee it won't have any negative repercussions, given my, ah, powers." she said emphasizing certain words for the ifrit's benefit.
"Yes, I'm now quite aware your powers are not harmful in any way." Superman said with a faintly amused smile that made it her turn to blush.
"Yes, well, I- I felt like it was only fair since what just happened was what I'd always fantasized about rather than- well, rather than what you might have wanted, that I satisfy a fantasy of yours." she rambled a bit, brushing a long lock of dark hair that ended in red tips from her face and letting her other hand rest against that perfect chest of his.
"Any fantasy you've ever had." she ended, her voice going a bit husky, a bit excited despite herself.
His piercing blue eyes went thoughtful and he scratched at his chin.
"You know, Barbara, there is something relating to sex that I've always wanted but I- well, it's a bit . . . out there." he replied, looking a bit embarrassed. "But it could lead to something else I've been dreaming of for a very long time, something I think only your unique power set could make happen . . . are you sure you're OK with enacting *any* fantasy I have?"
Barbara, to her surprise, felt herself getting a little turned on as well as extremely curious. Superman's most private fantasy and she was the only one who could make it happen? She gave the man of steel a come-hither smile. If she was stuck as "Batslut," she damn well may as make sure that he enjoy the experience as much as she did, if not more.
"I'm up for anything you want." she purred softly, taking his wrist and raising one of his big, masculine hands up from the bed to press against her face. "Anything."
His hand slipped into her hair and pulled her towards him, kissing her with a surprising passion. After they came up for air, he leaned in and whispered in her ear.
"Do it now." he said in a deep, rough tone that made her throb.
Barbara didn't know what "it" was but her powers, on the other hand, seemed to work on an instinctual level. Suddenly, the world swirled and changed around them . . .
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