WARNING: The following excerpt may contain medium to high acts of sexual desire and lust. If this is too graphic, or the subject area makes you uncomfortable, DO NOT PROCEED!!!
A/N: If this is too graphic for y'all, lemme know and I'll change some things. Thank you and enjoy!
Barbara placed the slide Sam had given her into a special part of the computer and waited. She groaned, wiping the sweat from her face again.
"Jesus it's hot in here." she exclaimed, pulling her tank-top off and tossing it on the floor. The only thing the red-head had on underneath was a gym-top which didn't cover much mais than a bra.
"Babs!" Sam exclaimed, covering his eyes.
"What?" Barbara demanded, turning herself in her wheelchair. "You took your camisa off!"
"I'm a guy!" Sam exclaimed. "I don't have....things up here!" Sam gestured at his chest.
"But you do have things down here." Barbara said, drawing a círculo around his abs in the air.
"And lower." Sam smirked.
"Shut it, Grant."
"Ooh! Fiery tonight."
Barbara smirked. "Looking for a way to get hotter night? Put your camisa back on and sleep beneath the sheets."
"Funny Miss "I-don't-care-who-sees-me-half-naked."
"I do!" Barbara proclaimed. "You're my friend. I don't mind you seeing me like this."
"I do!"
"Admit it, Grant." the red-head smirked."You think I'm hot."
"After you." Sam said.
Barbara grinned and did something Sam should've totally seen coming.
She kissed him, full on the lips.
Sam was shocked at first, but suddenly felt the urge to increase the potency of the kiss. His left hand slipped down Barbara's sweaty back and pulled her closer. He felt her squirm when his hand brushed the spot Joker had shot her. She didn't pull away though, and neither did he. Her hands moved to his chest, kneading it like a satisfied cat would knead a pillow.
Sam's arms picked up the paralyzed girl and carefully removed her from her wheelchair, placing her on his lap. She broke away for a second, grinning, breathing deeply, their foreheads never breaking contact. She was back on him again. Sam's hands slipped to Barbara's butt, clutching it. The red-head moaned into his mouth, pressing her body mais firmly against his. Her hands had long since moved from his chest. They were now wrapped around the back of his head, entangled in his messy hair.
Sam's right hand moved to Barbara's lower back, again causing the girl to squirm. The other hand, his left one, entangled itself securely in Barbara's fiery locks. Her green eyes were full of lust and want. Sam needed this as much as she did.
A/N: If this is too graphic for y'all, lemme know and I'll change some things. Thank you and enjoy!
Barbara placed the slide Sam had given her into a special part of the computer and waited. She groaned, wiping the sweat from her face again.
"Jesus it's hot in here." she exclaimed, pulling her tank-top off and tossing it on the floor. The only thing the red-head had on underneath was a gym-top which didn't cover much mais than a bra.
"Babs!" Sam exclaimed, covering his eyes.
"What?" Barbara demanded, turning herself in her wheelchair. "You took your camisa off!"
"I'm a guy!" Sam exclaimed. "I don't have....things up here!" Sam gestured at his chest.
"But you do have things down here." Barbara said, drawing a círculo around his abs in the air.
"And lower." Sam smirked.
"Shut it, Grant."
"Ooh! Fiery tonight."
Barbara smirked. "Looking for a way to get hotter night? Put your camisa back on and sleep beneath the sheets."
"Funny Miss "I-don't-care-who-sees-me-half-naked."
"I do!" Barbara proclaimed. "You're my friend. I don't mind you seeing me like this."
"I do!"
"Admit it, Grant." the red-head smirked."You think I'm hot."
"After you." Sam said.
Barbara grinned and did something Sam should've totally seen coming.
She kissed him, full on the lips.
Sam was shocked at first, but suddenly felt the urge to increase the potency of the kiss. His left hand slipped down Barbara's sweaty back and pulled her closer. He felt her squirm when his hand brushed the spot Joker had shot her. She didn't pull away though, and neither did he. Her hands moved to his chest, kneading it like a satisfied cat would knead a pillow.
Sam's arms picked up the paralyzed girl and carefully removed her from her wheelchair, placing her on his lap. She broke away for a second, grinning, breathing deeply, their foreheads never breaking contact. She was back on him again. Sam's hands slipped to Barbara's butt, clutching it. The red-head moaned into his mouth, pressing her body mais firmly against his. Her hands had long since moved from his chest. They were now wrapped around the back of his head, entangled in his messy hair.
Sam's right hand moved to Barbara's lower back, again causing the girl to squirm. The other hand, his left one, entangled itself securely in Barbara's fiery locks. Her green eyes were full of lust and want. Sam needed this as much as she did.