DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters from Birds of Prey. If I did I'd take better care of them than Tollin/Robbins has. I don't make any profit from this and apparently neither does Tollin/Robbins. It hasn't been beta'd so any mistakes are all mine.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I'm really looking for some constructive feedback. This is my first fic ever so I'd appreciate ANY comments you have for improving my writing.
RATING: PG-13 for thoughts
PAIRING: Barbara/Helena

The Watching
By perpetualblyss

I can feel her watching me from her dark lofty perch. I can always feel when her eyes are on me. They run over me almost like hands, like I imagine her hands would. If I turn to look up at her I know she will melt back into the darkness. She is part of the night.

I can almost see her fierce eyes reflecting from the hidden alcove in the monitors before me. Her desire for me to stop working, to acknowledge her brooding presence fills the clocktower. I feel her eyes all over me, brushing my hair, clasping my face, brushing across my lips down my torso. My nipples grow taut with the image. Her eyes are like lips across my mouth, down my neck, nibbling my collarbone and down my chest to...I clench my fingers and close my eyes to keep control after the thought.

We've been through so much together and I love her. I didn't mean to, but somehow she slipped into my heart and made it hers. I love her and am in love with her, though sometimes I wonder if she really knows that. God knows our relationship has never been easy. She has times when she falls into darkness and pain and it's all I can do to not to slip into that dark place myself. Often I haven't got the slightest idea what goes on in her head. It's part of her mystery and appeal to me; once you think you have her all figured out...Then there are times like now, when I know exactly what she is feeling and the intensity of it bears down on me like the air before a storm.

I can't focus anymore. It's late, and regardless of how much New Gotham may need us, she needs me more right now and God knows I need her. I push my chair away from the glow of the monitors. I turn and wheel towards the bedroom. Without stopping or lifting my gaze I say, "Helena, it's time for bed are you coming?"

One small rustle and a gentle thump are all I hear before my twilight goddess joins me on the short walk to our bedroom.


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