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Alien Probe by XFfan_2000 (NC-17)
Fandom: JUSTICE LEAGUE
Pairing: Hawkgirl / Green Lantern
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
xffan_2000
Author Website: XFFan_2000's Justice League Fanfiction
Why this must be read:
As I said in my last rec, choosing just one story to rec for this pairing was very hard, so here's the second. This story takes place in that same wonderful time period in which the couple in question were shagging like bunnies, and explores the problems --- and pleasures --- of interspecies dating.
He sits on his haunches looking quite ridiculous. I tell him as much.
“Well, you don’t look all that glamorous with your pants around your knees,” he points out.
“Noted.” I roll over and yank off my boots and pants, discarding them somewhere near the door. “Now, where were we?” I adjust my wings so I can recline against the foot of his bed. “Oh, yes...you were going to explain why you won’t let me inside of you.”
Again his eyes widen, but this time he plops down hard on his backside, almost to emphasize the point. He leans against the dresser, as far away from me as he can get without looking like he’s obviously trying to avoid me.
“Well, uh...” He stops and chews his upper lip, not making eye contact.
I tilt my head and cross my arms. “Yes?”
“It’s just...that...” He finally meets my eyes. “Dammit, Shayera, can’t you just let it go?”
I frown. “Men on Thanagar enjoy having their females become part of them, just as much as a woman enjoys joining with her man.”
His eyes bulge and I’m quite certain he’ll pop them right out of his skull if he keeps making that expression.
“That’s just wrong,” he says and I jerk back.
“Excuse me? What the hell is wrong with it?”
“It’s just... wrong, that’s what.”
“Oh, I see,” I say icily. “It’s okay for you to be inside me, but I can’t be inside you?”
“Yes. No!” He squeezes his eyes shut and presses his fists into them. “Arrgh!”
I raise an eyebrow at his outburst, then calmly wait for him to explain. Because he will explain.
“I’m not gay! Okay?”
My mouth opens, but I don’t follow what he’s saying, so I close it again. He looks at me with a mixture of sickness and pleading.
“I never said you were,” is all I manage.
“We just don’t do... that,” he hisses.
And then it makes sense. Males on this planet are so afraid of homosexuality that they’ll deny themselves great pleasure because something might appear to be an activity engaged in only by same-sex partners.
“John, I’m not a man.”
Alien Probe
Pairing: Hawkgirl / Green Lantern
Author on LJ:
xffan_2000Author Website: XFFan_2000's Justice League Fanfiction
Why this must be read:
As I said in my last rec, choosing just one story to rec for this pairing was very hard, so here's the second. This story takes place in that same wonderful time period in which the couple in question were shagging like bunnies, and explores the problems --- and pleasures --- of interspecies dating.
He sits on his haunches looking quite ridiculous. I tell him as much.
“Well, you don’t look all that glamorous with your pants around your knees,” he points out.
“Noted.” I roll over and yank off my boots and pants, discarding them somewhere near the door. “Now, where were we?” I adjust my wings so I can recline against the foot of his bed. “Oh, yes...you were going to explain why you won’t let me inside of you.”
Again his eyes widen, but this time he plops down hard on his backside, almost to emphasize the point. He leans against the dresser, as far away from me as he can get without looking like he’s obviously trying to avoid me.
“Well, uh...” He stops and chews his upper lip, not making eye contact.
I tilt my head and cross my arms. “Yes?”
“It’s just...that...” He finally meets my eyes. “Dammit, Shayera, can’t you just let it go?”
I frown. “Men on Thanagar enjoy having their females become part of them, just as much as a woman enjoys joining with her man.”
His eyes bulge and I’m quite certain he’ll pop them right out of his skull if he keeps making that expression.
“That’s just wrong,” he says and I jerk back.
“Excuse me? What the hell is wrong with it?”
“It’s just... wrong, that’s what.”
“Oh, I see,” I say icily. “It’s okay for you to be inside me, but I can’t be inside you?”
“Yes. No!” He squeezes his eyes shut and presses his fists into them. “Arrgh!”
I raise an eyebrow at his outburst, then calmly wait for him to explain. Because he will explain.
“I’m not gay! Okay?”
My mouth opens, but I don’t follow what he’s saying, so I close it again. He looks at me with a mixture of sickness and pleading.
“I never said you were,” is all I manage.
“We just don’t do... that,” he hisses.
And then it makes sense. Males on this planet are so afraid of homosexuality that they’ll deny themselves great pleasure because something might appear to be an activity engaged in only by same-sex partners.
“John, I’m not a man.”
Alien Probe