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works/29188.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      DCU_Animated
  Relationship:
      Oliver_Queen/Kara_Zor-El
  Character:
      Oliver_Queen, Kara_Zor-El
  Additional Tags:
      Shower_Sex, Crossgen
  Stats:
      Published: 2007-07-12 Words: 325
****** Tease ******
by sabinelagrande
Summary
     Ollie gets what Ollie wants.
Notes
     For
     [[info]]
alixtii's Cross-Gen/Incest_Porn_Battle.
Ollie Queen is a dirty old man, and if there is a hell, he's bound for it. This
isn't exactly what you'd call news, but he's being forcibly reminded lately.
The third time Supergirl "accidentally" flashes him (always when nobody else is
around) he starts to think he might not have the only dirty mind in the place.
He's spending an uncomfortable amount of time thinking about those little white
shorts, wondering if it's worth asking Big Blue what the age of consent is on
Krypton.
It's not just the peep show, either. The flirting is reaching ridiculous
proportions. The day before yesterday, she actually felt up his bicep,
giggling- who does that?
But the last straw- the very last- comes when he's walking chastely down the
hall. The door to the shower opens (who the hell puts a shower in the middle of
the hall, anyway?), and there she is, framed by a puff of steam, in nothing but
a towel and those damn panties. And he suddenly doesn't care if the cops,
Superman, and the Pope are ten minutes away and closing.
He pushes her back into the shower and slaps the lock. She's not even
surprised, the minx, kissing him eagerly and reaching for his belt. He pushes
her hands away, sinking to his knees. He yanks those too-tempting panties down
with his teeth, barely getting them past her thighs before diving in to taste
her.
She moans gorgeously, and Ollie prays the Watchtower is well-soundproofed. Then
he remembers that there are at least half a dozen mind readers in the building.
But that doesn't matter, because by now she's coming, body shaking, walls
squeezing his fingers hard enough to bruise. She recovers quickly, pulling him
up so she can take his place.
If he's got to be an old man anyway, might as well be a dirty one, Ollie
reasons as she unbuckles his belt. The perks are so much better.
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