If she moved her goddamn knee, maybe he'd have presence of mind enough to throw her off. But she crushed the cap harder into his groin, those perfectly manicured fingers digging deeper into the base of his throat, and Ollie stopped counting ways to escape her.
He gripped her wrists, allowing her to feel the strength in his hands even though he offered no resistance. "This how you and Dick do it?" he rasped, and it was worth it to see raw anger flash in the clear eyes hovering over him. He grunted as her nails carved tracks of retaliation across his stretched skin.
"This is supposed to be a training exercise," she said, and she was still reaching for poise, still giving him a pageant answer while the flush on her cheeks told him something different.
He shifted his lower body where she straddled his hip and pinned him with her knee between his legs, rubbing his length against her and letting his hipbone massage her core. They both gasped, Bette high and soft and Ollie's voice strangled but no less eager for it.
Bette trilled with frustration and leaned forward to put her weight behind the press of her hands on his windpipe. He sucked at what little air he could get, black inkblots blooming behind his eyes and stretching thin lines across his vision. He forced himself to hold her gaze even as his lungs filled with fire, her eyes wide and blue above him and his own green and glassy far overhead in the mirrored ceiling. Still he rolled his hips, and he felt Bette rocking with him.
It was abrupt when she sprung from the mat, nimble as she landed upright on her feet, and Ollie curled on his side, nearly drunk on the sudden rush of oxygen. When he stopped coughing, he sat up and watched her calmly towel her neck with clean white terrycloth, red nails gleaming against it like crescents of blood.
"You learn anything today?" he asked, and her eyes narrowed at him in the mirror.
When she faced him, the practiced smile had returned to her face as easily as if she'd slipped on a mask. "Next time, I'll make sure you can't talk afterward," she said, perfectly polite and pleasant, and she left the training gym. Ollie watched her go, looking forward to it already.
Re: asphyxiation, Green Arrow
He gripped her wrists, allowing her to feel the strength in his hands even though he offered no resistance. "This how you and Dick do it?" he rasped, and it was worth it to see raw anger flash in the clear eyes hovering over him. He grunted as her nails carved tracks of retaliation across his stretched skin.
"This is supposed to be a training exercise," she said, and she was still reaching for poise, still giving him a pageant answer while the flush on her cheeks told him something different.
He shifted his lower body where she straddled his hip and pinned him with her knee between his legs, rubbing his length against her and letting his hipbone massage her core. They both gasped, Bette high and soft and Ollie's voice strangled but no less eager for it.
Bette trilled with frustration and leaned forward to put her weight behind the press of her hands on his windpipe. He sucked at what little air he could get, black inkblots blooming behind his eyes and stretching thin lines across his vision. He forced himself to hold her gaze even as his lungs filled with fire, her eyes wide and blue above him and his own green and glassy far overhead in the mirrored ceiling. Still he rolled his hips, and he felt Bette rocking with him.
It was abrupt when she sprung from the mat, nimble as she landed upright on her feet, and Ollie curled on his side, nearly drunk on the sudden rush of oxygen. When he stopped coughing, he sat up and watched her calmly towel her neck with clean white terrycloth, red nails gleaming against it like crescents of blood.
"You learn anything today?" he asked, and her eyes narrowed at him in the mirror.
When she faced him, the practiced smile had returned to her face as easily as if she'd slipped on a mask. "Next time, I'll make sure you can't talk afterward," she said, perfectly polite and pleasant, and she left the training gym. Ollie watched her go, looking forward to it already.