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Nightwing was limp on the ground, her heavy breathing the only movement in the quiet room.
The villain had already left, some asshole spouting off about the evils of sex and how Nightwing was encouraging promiscuity by simply existing in her own curvy body.
The fact that he hadn’t had anything to say about Red Robin and her lanky frame was definitely noted. And rude.
Still, he’d said enough that Red Robin was pretty sure she knew how the drugs he’d dosed Nightwing with worked.
Sex was off the table. Any contact with foreign fluids or other genetic material would kill her. Still, it was risky to leave her as she was. It supposedly made someone desperate for sex, feverish and needy. The fever was what mattered there, the risk of it spiking too high if the drugs weren’t worked out of her body by satisfying it.
Red Robin wondered if the villain had even considered that foreplay was. Like. An actual thing.
There were so many ways to get off without introducing lube or someone else’s bodily fluids into the mix.
Was water safe? Another unanswered question. Fevered people should stay hydrated, but Red Robin couldn’t risk giving Nightwing anything to drink in case it killed her.
They would need to work quickly before the fever could spike much higher.
Red Robin worked to slip her bonds, scrambling over to Nightwing and kneeling by her side.
Nightwing slowly stirred, rolling onto her side with a low groan, curling in on herself as she took stock of her body.
“Do you remember what happened?” Red Robin asked as Nightwing traced a rip in her suit/ The shallow cut across her ribs had already stopped bleeding.
Nightwing nodded, the movement almost jerky.
She was panting, hands dipping lower in between her thighs to grind against her groin. Red Robin swallowed, watching as Nightwing’s hips bucked into the touch, a low sound leaving her as she bit her lip.
Nightwing forced her hand away, sitting up slowly and reaching for the catches of her suit. Her hands were shaking.
“I can’t— help me?” She said quietly, speaking carefully to keep from slurring her words.
They were alone in the warehouse, no one was likely to wander inside. It was as safe as it was going to get when Red Robin wasn’t sure they had the time to move locations.
Red Robin moved to help, undoing the catches of Nightwing’s suit and peeling it down her torso, shifting to work off Nightwing’s boots while she shed her gloves and lifted her hips to shove the suit down over her hips.
Soon enough they had her stripped of her suit and undersuit, leaving her in her sports bra, panties, and socks.
Her panties were already damp, clinging to her cunt obscenely. Red Robin wondered why she wore white underneath her black suit.
Maybe it was laundry day.
Her socks were mismatched.
Red Robin resisted the urge to lean down and suck the fluids out of those white panties. It wasn’t worth it. Not right then.
Maybe Nightwing would let her do it someday.
Instead, Red Robin shed her gloves. Nightwing spread her legs open wider encouraging her to touch, rubbing her fingers across Nightwing’s wet cunt through the thin barrier of her panties.
Nightwing moaned brokenly, arching her hips into the touch as her own fingers shadowed Red Robin’s, cupping Red Robin’s hand beneath her own, guiding her fingers into a better rhythm.
It was intoxicating to watch the way that Nightwing moved, pressing up into every touch, her head falling back as she moaned, her other hand coming up to grip at Red Robin’s bicep, bracing herself.
It didn’t take long for Nightwing to grow impatient, pausing to kick her panties down her legs.
Red Robin took the opportunity to run her hands across Nightwing’s chest, thumbing her perky nipples through the fabric of her sports bra. Nightwing moaned, pushing into the touch as she sank her fingers into herself, fucking herself quickly and eagerly.
She tilted her head toward Red Robin, begging wordlessly for a kiss that she couldn’t give her. Red Robin desperately wished that she could kiss her, wanted to feel those full lips against her own.
Maybe later. If they could ever do this again without the threat of death hanging over them.
Red Robin wondered if Nightwing would still want her then, or if it was only the drugs making her turn to the closest person for help.
She liked to think that it was at least partially because Nightwing trusted her, even if she wouldn’t normally want her.
She kept one hand cupped around Nightwing’s breast, the other trailing down her stomach to circle her clit. Nightwing moaned, soft and breathy, bucking into the touch.
“Fuck,” She breathed “Mn, yeah, like that.” Red Robin wondered how present she was, if she knew what she sounded like right then.
Nightwing’s skin was far too hot beneath her hand, her cunt flushed and wet.
She was the very picture of temptation.
Nightwing whimpered, fingering herself faster and harder as she became more and more desperate for relief. Her cheeks were red, the blush trailing down her neck to her chest, down below the line of her sports bra.
Red Robin wondered if it was the effects of the fever or if it was normal for that to happen when Nightwing became aroused. She wanted to know. Desperate for the information, to tuck it away and never let it go.
Instead she just kept working at Nightwing’s clit, pinching at her nipples through her bra and listening to Nightwing’s sweet moans. Sweat dripped down her skin as her fever continued to rise, as she worked herself up further.
Nightwing made a sharp sound, back bowing as she came, fucking herself through it. Red Robin kept working at her clit until Nightwing clumsily swiped at her hand, pushing it away.
Nightwing collapsed back onto the hard ground, panting and trembling as she came down from her orgasm, head tilted towards Red Robin to look at her. Dazed, or perhaps sleepy after her orgasm.
“Thanks,” She said softly, “I think— we can probably move now.” She started to sit up, reaching for her suit, for the panties still tangled around one of her ankles. “It’s not. Gone. But I think we have a minute before we need to worry about it again.”
We.
Oh, well alright then.
Red Robin could be available for as long as Nightwing needed her. For anything she needed her for.