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Carter’s hands were digging into the muscles of her shoulders and she sighed in relief. Shiera was still getting used to the pressure the Nth metal wings put on them. Thankfully, they were incredibly light, but they still strained muscles that before becoming Hawkgirl she didn't have much reason to strain.
And today her body felt aflame after their fight at a munitions factory in some up-and-coming Michigan city called Midway. They were in a hotel room that they had lied about already being married and not just engaged to get a room at. Shiera's hair cast a red halo against Carter’s chest in the low lamplight.
She let out a low moan as he got a particularly tough knot out with hands calloused in a way a man like Carter Hall’s had no reason to be. Shiera was earning her own callouses from quarterstaff and mace and she had to keep her fingernails short now. She had expected to be more vain and disappointed about the way her body changed in becoming Hawkgirl, but it felt more like becoming who she had always been waiting to become than losing any sense of her womanhood.
And Carter always made her feel like a woman.
He moved her hair from the nape of her neck, kissing her tender shoulders and down the muscles of her arms reverently. She bent her elbow so he could kiss her bicep properly. Then he flipped her in his strong arms so she faced him, her knees between his thighs. He dragged his hands down her sides, pulling the sheer navy of her nightgown close to her waist. The swell of her breasts stood out with the fabric pressed close to her like this, nipples stiff and stomach hard.
Carter kissed her like he was her husband and not just her fiance, as she remembered him doing as Brian Kent, as Hannibal Hawkes, as Prince Khufu. It wasn’t the first time they’d done so as Carter Hall and Shiera Sanders either. Carter’s hands strayed lower on her waist and she broke the kiss, pushing him away from her by the face with her fingers splayed across his cheek.
“You idiot man! Not tonight.”
“You don’t want to?” Carter asked, eyes wide in surprise. Her nightgown was still gripped in his hand.
“I'd love to,” she told him truthfully. “But I have terrible cramps right now.” That was the other thing that reminded her of her femininity. Her menses were regular and did not care what fight there was for the Hawkgirl when they came. She didn’t mind having it until she was going through it. But, of course, Carter had never seen it in this life. He wasn’t really her husband yet.
“Orgasms can help with cramps, darling.”
Oh, he really was an idiot. Sometimes he really did need things spelled out for him. “Carter. I’m on the rag.”
“I don't care.”
Oh.
He was serious too, she could tell. Shiera paused. She didn't really feel up to anything inside of her and she wanted to see if Carter would flinch. She threaded her fingers through his hair, still sweaty from his helmet, and started to pull him down.
“Really? Prove it.”
Carter got off the bed and onto his knees at its edge. He pushed the hem of her nightgown up, kneading his thumb into the muscles of her thigh. He pressed a kiss against the side of her knee as he pulled down her panties. He paid no mind to her sanitary napkin. He sucked a hickey on her thigh where even as Hawkgirl no one but the two of them would see.
“You’re beautiful.”
Shiera hooked her leg around his back. “Beautiful and impatient, buster. Seems to me you’re having second thoughts.”
He grinned at her. “Never.”
He threw her other leg over his shoulder, kissing up her thigh in a way that made her shake. Shiera leaned back on one elbow, pulling him closer to her by the hair.
Then Carter descended between her bush, licking a broad stripe across her before sucking her into his mouth. He buried himself between her and Shiera held him there, gasping. He had been getting better at this. He really didn’t seem to care about the coppery taste as he went down, getting his tongue right inside. He lapped at her for a few solid seconds before pulling out to suck her folds. He circled her hood with the tip of his tongue. His hands were under her buttocks now, fingers just pressing against her. Just as Shiera was really about to start to grind on his face, he pulled away to catch her gaze.
Blood was smeared messily across the bottom half of his face, lips red and shiny with it. Shiera had never been so pleased to see the Hawkman coated in blood as she was now that it was her own. Carter smiled up at her, pupils wide as he licked a spot of blood off his lip.
"Do you believe me now?” He asked smugly.
“No,” Shiera said, chest heaving as she panted. “You still haven’t proved to me that orgasms help cramps. Prove that.”
He leaned his head against her thigh a moment, a competitive streak coming across his face before he dove back down.
She did so love when he got competitive.