(same setup, Donna gets to TTower angry, 
frustrated--)


She'd be no good to herself or to the team if 
she didn't find a way to get *rid* of this 
tension--

The thought struck her and she picked up the 
phone before she could change her mind. 

Something about the quality of the voice on the 
other end made the decision easy. "Hello?"

"This is..." she hesitated only for a second, 
"...Crimson."

There was a long exhalation of breath, and then 
what she needed to hear: "*Yes.*"

"Good. Half an hour. Be ready." She hung up 
without another word, and began to smile.



The apartment door was unlocked, awaiting her 
arrival. She went in and locked it behind her, 
chain and all. She needed this too much to be 
interrupted.

She walked into the living room, and there he 
was.

The Guardians of Oa never said as much to their 
recruits, though they'd probably get more 
volunteers if they did: A Green Lantern's ring 
wasn't just the most powerful weapon in the 
known universe, it was also the best sex toy. 
Any GL who had any imagination at all (and that 
was all of them, since it was a requirement of 
the job) learned that pretty damned quick, and 
considered it a fringe benefit. 

So here was Kyle Rayner, wielder of a Green 
Lantern ring that made him one of the most 
powerful humans on the whole planet, naked on 
his knees, head down, manacled and blindfolded.

With green glowing bonds of his ring's own 
creation.

Beautiful. But not...*quite*...perfect.

"You forgot the collar." Her voice was husky, 
low, already anticipating.

Immediately a band grew from nothingness to 
encircle his neck, with a short lead (no, a 
*leash*) dangling off of it. He didn't speak; 
he remembered that much from last time.

And maybe it was the sound of her voice or the 
feel of the restraint around his neck, but he 
automatically responded and she watched his 
body lean toward her, all sudden attention.

She remembered how this had started.

Back when they were dating they'd been 
physical, very physical, because she needed to 
be touched after all the changes she'd been 
through, all the loss, and Kyle...was a horny 
twenty-something. Self-admitted. They'd been in 
bed playing, and she'd pinned him beneath her, 
arms held helpless above his head...and she saw 
his face flush, eyes dilate, felt his body 
harden under hers. 

"Like that, huh?" she murmured, and lowered her 
head to bite at his nipple. His low moan was 
answer enough. 

After *that* it just became easier and easier, 
and a relief to both of them. Kyle needed to 
have the responsibility of being Green Lantern 
out of his hands for awhile...to just *feel.* 
And for Donna, another body who trusted her 
implicitly not to do him harm, letting her do 
whatever she felt without having to *worry* 
about it....

She supposed it might have seemed sort of 
cheap, since they weren't dating anymore and 
really didn't have any intention of getting 
back together; but they were both free at the 
moment, and consenting adults, and she *needed* 
it now. 

She kicked off her low boots and walked toward 
him silently, then around to admire the view. 
He had a good body, not as shaped as most of 
the Titans' men but firm and strong. "I'm vain 
enough," Kyle had joked once, "that I don't 
want to be saggy in the spandex!"

From behind she ran her hands over his chest, 
feeling his nipples tighten under her palms. 
Responsive, so responsive. His head tilted back 
and she took it as an invitation, bending to 
kiss the hollow of his throat with only the 
slightest graze of teeth behind it.

She withdrew, considering. Those emerald bands 
stood in strong contrast to his pale skin and 
dark hair, making him into a stark portrait. 
Put a frame around him and you could title it 
"Submission" and fetch a good price on the 
erotic art market. Just the thought made her 
smile. She'd never do it, of course. But it was 
a tempting idea.