Blackbirds

PART 11

Dick yawned, stretched, settled comfortably back into Ollie's arms. He sighed appreciatively as Ollie's hands worked the tension from his back. He loved this part of the day. When their small talk cleared away the cobwebs of the outside world. When racing thoughts spiraled back in on themselves, narrowed into the tight focus of this bed, his lover and nothing more.

Ollie tossed a letter on his lap. "You know about this?"

Dick picked up the paper. The wax seal was broken, but he could clearly make out the official insignia of the Themysciran embassy. The note--couched in diplomatic courtesy--was addressed to Marcia Long. It simply informed her that a representative of Themyscira would be attending the next meeting of Save Our Children to clarify misconceptions regarding the Amazon nation.

"Well?"

"Well, what, Ollie?" Dick could feel his muscles knotting again. "You know Diana and Donna like to solve things face to face." He rubbed the small of his back. "Marcia's probably been waiting for this since day one."

"What the hell is on your neck?"

"You should know--you put it there."

"Not that--" Ollie ripped the band-aid off. "--this!" He glanced at the rainbow colored pony on the band- " "Lian?" he asked, chuckling.

Dick rolled his eyes. "Your granddaughter--" he emphasized "--insisted on treating my 'owie'. And Roy--"

"Roy was there?" Ollie sobered.

"He doesn't suspect anything. Yet. But--" Dick's lips brushed his. "--we can't keep this quiet much longer."

"I know." Ollie hugged him. "I know."

"Until then--" Dick grabbed the box of condoms from the nightstand and tossed it to Ollie "--Roy's decided my love life needs his expertise."

"Ever Ready 24/7?" Ollie leered. "Like the name."

"Mm."

Ollie opened a packet. Stared. Glanced at Dick. Stared again. "They're pink."

"Don't. Start."

"Aw--" Ollie kissed his nose. "--did snookums have a rough day?" he teased as he kissed Dick's lips. Kissed his chin. Lips again. Dick's mouth softened under his, opened to the gentle pressure. He took Ollie's earlobe between his teeth. "'Snookums' wants to fuck you senseless." Ollie groaned against Dick's throat. He resisted--just a little--just enough to make it interesting--as Dick wrestled him onto his stomach. Tightly muscled thighs pushed between his, forced his legs apart spread eagle.

A door slammed on the first floor. Instantly,h meh men froze, senses alert to possible danger. Footsteps pounded up the stairs. Footsteps Ollie immediately recognized.

"Mia."

The door slammed again. More footsteps. This time Dick recognized them.

"Donna."

"Think the lovebirds are havin' a spat?" Ollie asked hopefully.

"Ollie--"

"Alright, alright." He pulled his pants on. "I'll be civil."

Ollie found Donna in the hall outside Mia's room, hands firmly planted on her hips.

"Mia, open the door or I'll break it down."

"Ollie'll be pissed!"

"I can handle Ollie!"

Ollie leaned against the banister behind Donna. "Yeah? Try me."

Donna turned, embarrassed. "It's just a misunderstanding."

Mia flung the door open. "I know what I heard!"

"I never agreed to go through with it."

"You said--" Mia emphasized "--you would consider it."

Donna took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. "Yes, I am going to consider every reasonable alternative to civil war."

Mia's response was left unsaid, stopped by the sight of Dick walking out of Ollie's bedroom to join them. Donna glanced from Dick to Ollie, noting their rumpled, half-dressed appearance. She raised a questioning eyebrow at Dick has he walked over and gave her a quick hug.

Mia, on the other hand, stared open-mouthed at Ollie.

"What the hell--?!"

"Later."

"But–"

Dick indicated Mia. "Garth's proposal?" Donna nodded. "Garth's proposal."

"Wanna enlighten the rest of the class?" Ollie crossed his arms tight across his chest.

Mia hmphed back into her room and slammed the door again for good measure. Donna looked at Dick. He shrugged. Something crashed in Mia's room. "He'll hear it from one of you before the night's over."

"Garth proposed a political alliance between Atlantis and Theymscira."

"So?"

"An alliance cemented by an arranged marriage between heads of state."

"You and Garth?"

"We're the most likely candidates, yes."

"What about Mia?" Ollie asked tightly.

"Officially, she would be recognized as the Royal Consort."

"Get out."

Donna stepped closer to Mia's door. "I'm not leaving without my wife."

"You're married?" Dick and Ollie asked as one.

Unhappily, Ollie considered this new development. After a moment, he pounded on Mia's door.

"Get your butt out here, Mia!"

Slowly, Mia slid the lock and opened the door.

"NOW!\undeundered Ollie. He jabbed a finger at her chest. "You, downstairs." Meekly, Mia clambered downstairs and headed for the kitchen. It was a routine she was all too familiar with. Ollie turned his attention to Donna. "You--" he jerked a thumb towards the door "--find someplace else to be." He stormed down the stairs.

Dick stopped Donna from charging after Ollie. "We should talk."

Donna note his current state of undress and allowed wryly, "We should talk--after you get dressed."