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works/120497.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Young_Avengers, Green_Arrow, DCU_-_Comicverse
  Relationship:
      Kate_Bishop/Mia_Dearden
  Character:
      Kate_Bishop, Mia_Dearden
  Additional Tags:
      Crossover, Archery, Cruising
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-09-24 Words: 1613
****** Fix Up Look Sharp ******
by gloss
Summary
     Girls like this, pretty as anything and all dressed up, they're Mia's
     favorites.
     (Characters are in their late teens.)
Notes
     For the Ladyslash Comment Fest on DW.
"Buck up," Ollie had told her before they got out of the limo. "At least it's
not Gotham."
"Yeah, well. I'm no Dinah, either." She tugged the strap of her ridiculous
dress straight and tried to remember how to walk in heels.
"Just grin and bear it." He dropped a kiss on her head. "Who knows, you might
enjoy it."
"Not fucking likely," Mia muttered and ducked his glare.
So this was where charities got their money: deadly boring receptions with
interminable speeches and toasts and awkward performances. Mia didn't know how
Ollie could take it, but he was -- despite how much he'd protest -- in his
element. Mayor of the World, that was Ollie, gladhanding and bellowing with
laughter. His mustache danced, his eyes twinkled.
She retreated to a niche beside the bar, hooking one heel over a chair, cocking
her hip against the wall, and closed her eyes briefly. She nursed a ginger ale,
watery with melting ice, and urged the clock to go faster.
*
The only other person under twenty-five was a dark-haired girl in a blue dress
who moved like she owned the place. Her hair was shiny, her teeth perfect, her
skin smooth the way only rich people's were, decades of good breeding and the
best care. She leaned across the corner of the bar and grinned at Mia.
"Nice dress," the girl said.
Smirking, Mia toasted her with her ginger ale. "Could say the same for you."
She shook back her hair and rolled her shoulder. "Yeah, thanks." Dropping her
voice, she added, "My bra feels like it's fucking *biting* me."
That was a pretty great mental image, frankly. Mia set down her cup. "I...don't
know how to help you."
"Just saying," she said and stuck out her hand. "Kate. What brings you to this
wake?"
Across the room, Ollie stood at the center of a huge knot of people, head
tossed back, braying laugh carrying halfway to Hoboken. "That fool. You?"
When Kate squinted, her nose wrinkled up and her lips looked even plumper. "Oh.
He's..." She glanced back at Mia. "Eww. He's pretty old for you, isn't he?"
"He's my guardian," Mia said. "Like, I'm his --"
Kate's grin dazzled. "Ward? Sidekick?"
The laugh clapped out of Mia's mouth before she could stop it. "Something like
that, sure."
*
They leaned against the bar to watch the crowd. Kate was warm against Mia's
side; she blamed the bare arms of her stupid dress for that, for how sensitive
and prickly her skin felt.
Well, that, and the fact that Kate looked a little like Ally Sheedy, a lot like
Rachael Leigh Cook, and whenever she leaned over to say something, her breast
brushed, then pressed, Mia's arm enough to tantalize, never quite enough to
enjoy fully.
But she was pretty entertaining and seemed to know every single person in the
room.
"And that guy writes bad checks and crashes in people's summer houses," Kate
whispered as a guy passed, Roman-nosed and Obsession-scented. "And her, see the
red? She's on her sixth husband."
Mia chuckled. "Great bunch of people you've got here."
"Oh, sure, they're a laugh a minute." Kate looked around and cracked her
knuckles. "God, what I wouldn't give for *something* to happen."
Mia knew the feeling. She could go supervillain rampage, water-main break, even
escaped lions from the zoo. *Anything*.
She went for it. What did she have to lose? They were across the country from
Star City, Ollie would be tied up for hours, and he *had* told her to enjoy
herself.
"I can think of something," she said. Her voice came out lower, huskier, than
she'd meant, and she swallowed.
Kate studied her. "Really?"
Rising on her tiptoes, Mia leaned in and Kate leaned down. Her hair brushed
Mia's lips. "Let's go somewhere private."
Kate sucked her lower lip against her teeth. "Yeah," she said eventually,
"cool." She steered Mia by the shoulder. "Let's do that."
*
Girls like this, pretty as anything and all dressed up, they're Mia's
favorites. She could unwrap them, tease them, stroke the soft fabric of their
clothes and softer down of their skin. They clutched at her shoulders and
opened for her kisses and it was always like Christmas morning for them if you
just made the effort.
But Kate was even tougher than she was pretty. There was something unyielding
right at the core of her. That was even more interesting, the way she could
press back, and twist Mia's arm and nibble the hollow of her throat with small,
sharp teeth.
They were both breathing hard. The lounge adjacent to the ballroom was draped
in dustcloths, silent except for their pulse, their breathing.
When Mia slid her hand up Kate's thigh, high enough to brush the hot fabric of
her underpants, Kate mirrored the motion. Went higher. The light scrape of
calluses on Mia's inner thigh was sharply, achingly familiar. Mia moved a
little forward, legs opening wider, and grabbed Kate's hand by the wrist.
"What the hell?" Kate whispered.
Mia shook her head as she pressed her palm against Kate's. The triplet calluses
down the first three fingers of their right hands lined right up. Mia moved her
hand back and forth; skin rasped on skin.
"Interesting," Mia said and curls her fingers through Kate's. "You're an
archer, too?"
"Huh." Kate dropped her eyes. "Would you look at that."
There were *volumes* of stories to be told, hiding behind her shifting gaze and
flat tone. Hell, she might even be being played. Mia rocked against the edge of
her chair, fabric bunching beneath her, friction on her mound never enough. She
didn't exactly care, not right now. If some nemesis of Green Arrow's *were*
smart enough to send a hot brunette archer, femmed out in blue and silver, to
seduce her, then hats off to them and keep up the good work.
She tugged Kate toward her and ran her palm down Kate's cleavage, tick-tock,
back and forth until Kate shivered and goosebumps rose to meet Mia's touch.
When Kate reached back to unzip her dress and unlatch her bra, her elbows
lifted against the dark. She tipped forward and Mia caught her breasts, heavy,
sliding, in her palms as they spilled free. She thumbed, then licked, the welts
from the strapless bra and Kate's nipples in turn.
Kate's groan was loud, rough and dirty, just fucking *right*.
Mia clenched and rocked, buried her face in Kate's chest until Kate tugged at
her hair and pulled her free. She grinned lopsidedly at Mia and started to
slide to the floor, her skirts rustling.
Fuck.
Mia shook her head, used clumsy hands to pat Kate's arm, try to pull her back.
"Don't," she said, and Kate just looked up at her and widened her eyes. Licked
her lips. "Seriously, just --"
"Oh," Kate said, and her expression folded in on itself, her eyes darting away
and lips thinning. "Okay."
"No, it's --" Mia shook herself and straightened up. "I'm positive. You don't
want to --"
Kate glanced at her sharply. "I know what I want."
Mia huffed out a breath. Her lips felt sticky and swollen, her blood
alternately sluggish and too thin and fast. "That's good. I just meant --"
The tangle of hair hanging in Kate's face obscured her expression, but she
leaned forward suddenly, one hand flashing high, the other reaching low, and
Mia *saw* the flip coming, but let it happen, let herself be grabbed and yanked
to the floor, thousand-dollar dress creasing as she rolled, and she ended on
her back with Kate above her, hair hanging down, *breasts* bobbing like fruit,
her smirk wide and sharp as she pinned Mia's arms.
She clucked her tongue. "What am I going to do with you?"
Mia rolled her hips and brought her knees up, feet flat on the ground, so Kate
tipped forward. "There's lots you can do, I --"
Kate brought Mia's right hand, calluses and all, down to her side and placed it
on her thigh before rising on her knees and wriggling, awkward and one-legged,
to get out of her underpants. They were laughing, the dark wrapping around
them, absurdity and need mixing and crashing against each other. Finally, Kate
pushed up Mia's skirts and reached between her legs, and Mia cupped Kate's
mound before Kate lowered herself back down. Laughter kept leaking out in
snatches, like a song played on the radio of passing cars, as they kissed
again. Mia spread her fingers and curled her thumb and Kate's eyes flew open,
whites visible all around.
"Yeah, yeah, *yeah*," she panted.
Mia felt her pushing forward, fingers parting her labia, knuckles rubbing, and
she answered, echoing Kate's wheezy words, thrusting raggedly down on Kate's
hand.
She wanted to see Kate come -- images cartwheeled through her mind, strap-ons
and the smothering *taste* of her, doggy-style with her head pulled back by the
hair, morning light on the swell of breasts and round rise of belly, she wanted
all of that, right now -- and when she said so, Kate's face was burgundy,
twisted, and she ground down so hard Mia's hand went from aching to *hurting*.
She came like she flirted, direct and heavy-hitting, without flinching.
Afterward, she kept rocking, whimpering. Mia worked two fingers inside her
slick, tight hole and felt the aftermath flutters.
She pressed against Kate's palm when Kate remembered herself, rocking slowly,
watching and memorizing.
*
One hook on Kate's bra was pulled out irreparably, Mia couldn't find her
underwear, their hair was beyond rat-nest-status and hickeys glowed down their
throats, but they were flushed and giggling and nothing seemed to matter.
If a supervillain did strike now, the city was *doomed*.
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