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“She’s never gonna pick you, you know that right?”
Helena Bertinelli stood between the legs of the university’s head librarian, pinning her down onto her desk. The redhead’s shirt was lifted up above her chest, exposing the lacy bra she’d worn for her.
Barbara furrowed her brows, already sick of Helena’s teasing.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Helena’s hand moved to one of Barbara’s covered breasts, barely grazing the fabric.
“Dinah.” Helena responded as she brushed her thumb over the peak of a hardened nipple that was poking through. The other woman grit her teeth.
“I still don’t know what you’re talking about.” She sighed out, leaning her head back and facing the cieling.
Helena moved her fingers slowly beneath Barbara’s bra as she leaned down towards her throat. Her breath hit Barbara’s skin and she felt the woman beneath her shiver.
“Or should I call her Mrs. Lance? Heavy on the ‘missus’ “
Barbara roughly dug her nails into Helena’s back. Hel winced, but didn’t pull away.
“Can you just fuck me already?”
Helena chuckled against her throat. She loved it when she got bossy.
“Not sure why you’re trying to rush this. We both know you’re gonna be here a while. I just want to get to know you better– ” Helena moved up and playfully nibbled on her ear.
“Is that so wrong?”
Barbara turned her head away in frustration, exposing more of her neck for Helena.
“Bullshit.”
Helena leaned in.
Barbara clung to the other woman's back once she felt her teeth graze her skin. Helena always liked to leave marks. This unfortunately made Barbara’s wide variety of turtlenecks a staple of her usual librarian uniform, though she’d never once complained about it.
Helena hovered close to Barbara's neck, refusing to pull through with the bite.
“Oh, come on Barbara. It’s pitiful.” She laid a small kiss onto the other woman's neck. Barbara let out an involuntary whine, still tense from anticipating the pain.
“You know only students and faculty are allowed to check out books from our library, right? She shows up once to bring something for her husband -” Helena says between painfully light throat kisses.
“And suddenly she’s dropping by every other day to check out another one of your recommendations. She doesn’t even pass by to see Queen half the time.”
Helena paused for a moment, wickedly smirking against her throat.
“Does that make you feel special?”
Barbara harshly shoved her away and shot a deadly glare, pushing herself up onto her elbows.
“Cut it out, Helena.”
Helena roughly slammed her back onto the desk, the sound of a few pencils rolling off the table and onto the floor filled the momentary silence. She lifted her chin up, happy to hear Barbara let out a small sigh.
“You sit around all day waiting for her, don’t you?”
Hel gently brushed the hair away from Barbara’s face, fingertips lingering on her cheek.
“So eager to let her use you–”
“She’s not like that. She’s–” Helena’s hand slowly traveled down to Barbara’s throat, catching her off guard.
“She’s not using me. Dinah…She likes me.”
Helena gently wrapped her fingers around the other woman's throat, making sure not to apply any pressure. The sensation alone was something she knew got Barbara excited.
“I bet you like that she’s married. Have you fucked her already?” Helena’s hand started to slowly trail downwards.
“I noticed you’ve been a lot hornier lately. You practically whine for it any chance you get.”
Helena began to trail through the center of Barbara’s chest, her nails leaving a faint red mark as she worked her way closer to the other woman's waistband.
“When you’re begging for me, Babs, are you thinking about her?” Helena tried to keep her cool, but a thick air of venom dripped off her every word.
Barbara looked away again, hot-faced and silent as Helena slowly pulled down her zipper. Hel let out a sigh before affectionately pressing her face into the crook of Barbara’s neck.
“Be careful with her, Barbara. I meant what I said. I know you care about her but–”
Helena hesitantly pulled away from her neck and pressed her forehead to Barbara’s.
“We’ve both seen the way she looks at him.” Helena said, averting her gaze as though it meant she could avoid seeing the pain her words would cause.
“Can we not talk about this right now?”
“I’m just… worried about you, Babs.”
Barbara scoffed.
“Since when do you give a shit about me?”
Helena leaned off the other woman, creating enough distance to be able to see all of her face, her own chest rising and falling just slightly quicker than normal.
She looked deep into Barbara’s glare, unaware of the hurt the redhead could see in her eyes – if only for a moment.
She kissed her with a roughness, lips clashing as Barbara’s hands instantly buried themselves into her hair to pull her closer. Helena nipped the woman’s bottom lip and felt it deep in her core when she whimpered out her name. Her tongue lapped up the speck of blood that leaked out.
Her mouth traveled downwards again, leaving hickeys with such force they were practically wounds and savoring the taste of Barbara’s sweat – listening intently to her every sound.
Barbara arched up the parts of her body she still could as Helena masterfully unclasped her bra between kisses. Once unclasped, she lightly pressed against the area just between Barbara’s breasts and pushed her back down, not wanting Barbara to be in pain later from trying to make her job easier.
She hooked her finger around the fabric connecting Barbara’s bra at the center of her chest and pulled down, eyeing her tits as they fell out.
Unimpressive as their size was, Helena couldn’t help but think they deserved all the attention in the world.
She began to tend to Barbara’s breasts, roughly kneading one as she slowly rolled her tongue against the other.
“F-fuck.”
Helena bit down hard, glancing up to watch the other woman's reaction. Barbara’s eyes met hers as she groaned, her pale freckled skin quickly turning a light shade of red.
Helena smirked, nipple still between her teeth. She raised an eyebrow.
“Excited?” She spoke, voice muffled.
She released Barbara, licking once more over the nipple she’d just abused before standing upright. She pressed herself harder into Barbara’s core as she looked down.
She lifted up the soaked end of her untucked button up, exposing her toned abs and hummed as she watched Barbara’s gaze travel from one thing to another.
“I don’t think I can keep wearing something you made such a mess of.”
Barbara watched closely as Helena slowly undid every button, sliding the fabric off her shoulders still pressing hard against the other woman.
She held the shirt in her hand for a moment before leaning over and taking the soaked end up to Barbara’s mouth.
“Open.”
Barbara’s face grew hotter as she shrunk in on herself. She hated getting told what to do, but she knew Helena would never let her finish unless she obeyed.
She slowly opened her mouth, quickly getting overwhelmed by the sensation of Helena pressing the fabric against her tongue – the 3 fingers she used acting as a promise for later.
“I can’t have you screaming on school property. Y’know, some professors like to stay late doing god knows what.”
One of her hands rested on Barbara’s cheek as the other continued its way downward, slipping her fingers beneath the elastic of her panties and snapping them against her so Barbara knew how far she’d gone. Barbara wasn’t able to feel any of what Helena was doing, at least not yet, but watching was almost enough to push her over the edge.
Helena pushed further, fingers brushing past through her pubic hair and hovering at the edge of her pussy. She delicately spread her lips and slid her finger upwards, flicking Barbara’s clit and pulling away. Barbara heard a soft moan leave Helena's mouth as she raised her hand.
“It’s crazy how wet you get. I know you don’t have much control over it, but I can’t help but let it go to my head.”
Barbara let out a muffled groan.
Helena licked the slick off her fingers for a taste, happy to hear a muffled whimper in response.
Her hand made its way back into her pants, still moving slow and gently. Her thumb pressed lightly against Barbara’s clit as she slowly slipped two fingers inside, stopping at the first knuckle.
Barbara whined and sunk her nails into the skin at Helena’s shoulder blades. Helena moaned against Barbara’s chest before pulling out her two fingers and plunging three back in. Barbara’s loud yowl barely came through the fabric of Helena’s shirt, trembling violently against her.
Helena curled her fingers and used the other hand to lightly pull the shirt out of Barbara’s slacked jaw. Barbara watched her through hooded eyes, chest rising and falling hard, hissing at the slightest twitch of Helena’s fingers. No words were exchanged, but the message was clear – Helena decided she wanted to hear her and she didn’t care who heard.
Hel latched herself onto Barbara’s throat as she pumped in and out of her, keeping a steady, painfully slow, pace. Barbara could complain all she wanted, but Helena knew how much work it took to make her cum. She wasn’t willing to take shortcuts, not even when Barbara begged her for them.
Barbara’s hand rushed to cover her mouth as her moans grew louder. She hated how noisy she got with Helena. She hated how good it felt to be with her.
Helena wrapped her hand tightly around Barbara’s wrist and pinned it above her head. She paused for a moment and stared intensely into her eyes, the only sounds in the moment being each other's heavy breathing.
Helena leaned in.
“Say my name.”
Barbara glared at her and remained silent.
“Please.” Helena begged again as she leaned down near Barbara’s ear. Her body trembling above her.
Barbara nearly came from that whiny tone in her voice.
“Helena.” She whispered.
Helena came against her chest, shaking hard against her.
“Fuck. Fuck-”
Helena groaned before she began pumping into Barbara again with a monstrous pace. She moved her hips against her fingers, practically rutting against the other woman as she pushed her fingers inside.
Barbara was barely able to get a sound out as Helena fucked her. All she could do was grip onto the woman for dear life as she brought her closer and closer and–
Tremors erupted through her entire body, shaking the desk as the spasms continued. Helena held her tightly through it all, taking in the warmth she felt from the other woman pressing against her.
Once they had calmed, Helena slowly pulled away from her. Both women felt a chill from the cold classroom air, no longer having the other to heat them up.
Helena palmed the crotch area of Barbara’s pants, checking to see how ruined the fabric was.
“You need another pair to walk outta here? I have some of your clothes in my car.”
Barbara pushed on her elbows and sat upright on Helena’s desk, face still flushed from their…activities.
“That’d be nice, thank you.”
Helena picked her half-soaked shirt up off the floor and quickly buttoned it back up, Barbara watched. Helena silently prayed that she wouldn’t run into anyone on the way out and have them smell the sex on her.
She walked around the desk to fetch her keys out of her purse and began to head towards the door. She turned the knob and paused for a moment before turning back towards Barbara.
“Think about what I said earlier, Babs. I do… care …about you.”
Barbara didn’t respond.
Helena shut the door.