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Red Lips, Dark Hearts	By : AsylumWritings Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 455 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees. Grace Willows, To Kiss a King
“Are you sure you don’t want to go out tonight?” Bruce asked, pulling a shirt on. “We could go out for dinner, and then come back after.”
I shook my head. “I really would rather stay in tonight.”
“Pain or emotional?” He asked, noticing my hesitation. “You’re allowed to complain, Eve. I don’t really understand what you’re going through, but I’m here to listen when it sucks.”
“It’s everything today.” I carefully ran a brush through my hair. “I feel overwhelmed, and my feet and legs just won’t stop aching.”
“Then I have a really good idea.” He walked to the bathroom, returning with some massage oil. He sat down at my feet, warming some of the oil in his hands. “Let me help.”
I stretched out my legs to him, biting my lip as he took my right foot in his hands. On an ordinary day, I was generally pretty ticklish, but my muscles were aching so much that I was just thankful for the relief.
He worked his thumbs into the sole of my foot, up and down, releasing the muscles. Then he moved to the other foot and did the same thing. It felt so amazing, and a soft moan escaped my lips as I began to relax.
“Is that helping?” He asked, moving up to my calves.
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. The ache was disappearing, quickly being replaced by a different, very familiar sensation spreading up my body. I wanted more, wanted his hands higher. The urge to touch him, to throw him down on the bed and fuck his brains out, was stronger than it had ever been before.
“Bruce…” I breathed.
He looked up, a soft smile on his face. His hands moved further up, to my thighs. He gently pulled me down the bed to him, and I lay back, feeling my skin heat up under his touch.
I couldn’t take it anymore, and I pressed my foot to his chest to stop him. He leaned over to kiss me, softly pressing his lips to mine. I pulled his shirt off, then hooked my legs around him and rolled us over.
I want to kiss every inch of his skin, trace his scars with my tongue, and just take control of his body. Then his new cologne hit my nose. It was like the scent went straight to my stomach, which immediately began to lurch.
I leapt off the bed, running to the bathroom and barely making it to the toilet before I threw up. Bruce followed right behind me, but I held up my hand to stop him.
“What is it?” He asked, staying in the doorway.
“Your new cologne.” I whispered, shutting the lid of the toilet, flushing it.
“I didn’t even think about that.” He gave me a sheepish look. “I’m so sorry, Eve. I’ll have a shower. Do you want me to leave the room while you come out?”
I shook my head. “You don’t need to, but could you maybe go get me some pretzels and some Coke?”
“Of course. I’ll be right back.”
I brushed my teeth, then walked back to the bed, sitting with my knees pulled to my chest. He didn’t seem upset that I’d ruined the moment, but I sure was. My head was not on straight, and I felt like I was just so out of control all of the time.
“Here.” Bruce placed the pretzels and soda down on the bedside table. “I’ll have a shower and join you in a few minutes.”
I opened the can of Coke, taking a sip. I didn’t know why it helped, but warm, fizzy drinks seemed to settle my stomach. It didn’t help with my mood though, and by the time Bruce returned from the shower, I was nearly in tears again.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, drying his hair with a towel as he sat at my feet.
“I feel like I keep ruining the moment.” I nibbled on a pretzel, breathing a sigh of relief when I didn’t throw it back up. “And I’m caught between being unable to keep my hands off you, and feeling gross and unwell.”
He shook his head, reaching out to softly touch my cheek. I took a slow breath in through my nose, thankful that I could only smell his body wash, which didn’t seem to affect me.
“I won’t pretend that it hasn’t been an adjustment. I love having sex with you, the feel of your skin against mine.” He leaned in to kiss me. “But you are more important to me than sex, and if all I can do for the next six months is just hold you and comfort you through this, I’m happy with that.”
I flopped onto my back, staring up at the ceiling. “This is your fault.” I laughed.
“I seem to recall you having a pretty significant part in the whole situation too.” He replied indignantly, climbing onto my waist and looking down at me. His hands gently held mine against the mattress.
“Maybe, but I seem to recall you kissing me first.”
“I love you.” He whispered. “And I will love you no matter what we do. I won’t be upset if we have to stop, not even if you throw me off suddenly to go vomit.”
I nodded. “You’re being so patient with me.”
“Eve, you’re growing a baby inside you.” He let go of my hands, sliding his arms around my body as he leaned in to kiss me. “You need to be more patient with yourself.”
I took hold of his face, pulling him close to me. Brushing my lips against his, I moaned as he arched my back up, pressing my chest to his.
Then I kissed him fully, tangling my fingers in his dark hair. He yanked my dress off, throwing it aside before leaning in to kiss my chest. Hooking his finger around the centre of my bra, he looked up at me.
“Are you sure?” He asked, sitting up.
“Very sure.” Pulling my legs out from under him, I sat in his lap. “I want to take advantage of the fact that I’m feeling good right now.”
He pushed my hair over one shoulder, pressing a kiss to my bare neck. I shivered, moaning as he wrapped his arms around me. I braced myself against his raised knees.
“Does it feel different when I touch you now?” He asked, unhooking my bra and pulling it off.
“A little. It’s like all the nerves that you set on fire when you touch me blaze stronger now.”
He dipped his head, taking my right nipple in his mouth. I rocked my hips against his, moaning as he swept his tongue in circles against my skin.
I reached down between us, unzipping his pants. Lowering myself onto his length, I gasped as he gently nipped at my neck. I was in control now, but I wasn’t planning on taking it slow.
He ran his fingers up and down my spine, my ass, everywhere he could touch. My body reacted to his skin against mine, sending fire along my nerves. It was desperate, fast, and needy, and I rocked my hips harder.
He leaned forward, pushing me down onto the bed. Wrapping an arm around me, he buried his face in my neck. I felt his fingers drift down my body, gently brushing my clit.
His touch caused my hips to jerk up against him, and I moaned. Digging my nails into his skin, I held him so tightly. I was right on the edge already, and he pushed me over, making me scream as my climax ripped through me.
I could barely breathe, my heart threatening to pound out of my chest as he continued to thrust inside of me. I kissed his neck, tracing his jaw with my tongue. He shuddered, groaning as he came.
“I love you.” I whispered, still holding him.
He got off the bed, picking me up and carrying me to the shower. Stepping under the cool water, I pulled him in and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“Did you ever think we would be here?” I asked, looking up at him as he pushed me against the shower wall. “Not just together, but we’re just months away from being parents.”
“I…” He hesitated for a moment. “No…”
“Bruce,” I touched his cheek, drawing him close. “You can tell me the truth.”
He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “The truth… When we were younger, I thought we would always be together. Once you left, I thought I would never see you again. But even after you came back… I never thought about us starting a family. I’m sorry, that’s probably not what you wanted to hear.”
“This isn’t exactly how I expected this to go either.” I stood on my toes to kiss him. “I was certain that I would come back here, and you wouldn’t even want to see me.” Taking his hand, I gently pressed it to my stomach. “I think this is different from any plans we could have made, but this is where we are.”
“You’re right.” He kept his hand where it was. “This is where I want to be, even if it’s not where I planned to be.”
I kissed him, sighing when I felt my legs begin to ache again. “I need to sit down. My legs hurt.”
He helped me out of the shower, wrapping a towel around me and walking me back to the bed. Putting his clothes on, he knelt down in front of me.
“Are you alright?” He asked, softly resting his hand on my knee.
I didn’t reply straight away, trying to work out the answer for myself. Was this what it would be like for the next six or seven months? Pain, and exhaustion, and mood swings, all the time. I was suddenly doubting everything.
“Hey, Eve.” He took hold of my face, making sure I was looking at him. “What’s going on inside your head right now?”
“This big.” I whispered, holding my fingers two inches apart. “This big, and somehow it makes everything seem to hurt. I don’t know if I can do this, Bruce. It’s only going to get worse.”
“Shh…” He gently pulled me into his lap. “I know you’re scared, Eve. I’m scared too. This is going to be a long, hard process, and things are going to hurt for you. But we will get through it. Just breathe, you can deal with this doubt.”
I closed my eyes, breathing in and out. It wasn’t easy, because the doubt seemed to be worse than ever, but I managed to bring myself back.
“I’m sorry.” I whispered. “Every small thing seems so much bigger right now.”
“It’s fine.” He ran his fingers through my wet hair. “I’ll talk you through every mood swing as best I can.”
“I bet you’re wishing you’d run for the hills right now.” I laughed, looking into his eyes.
He gently kissed me, laughing a little. “I’m still considering it right now.”
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