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She's Not a Saint	By : AsylumWritings Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 489 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I slowly opened my eyes, finding myself looking right into Jonathan’s face. He was still asleep, his arms wrapped tightly around me. Reaching out, I gently ran my fingers along his cheekbone, just to make sure he was really there and I wasn’t just imagining him.
He stirred slightly at my touch, but didn’t wake. I was feeling really confused, and I needed to get out and work out what the hell was going on inside my head. Gently pulling his arms off me, I got up and walked into the bathroom.The pounding in my heart wasn’t fear anymore, I was pretty sure of that. But I didn’t really want to confront it right then.
I was still standing in the bathroom, unsure what to do next, when I heard Jonathan get up. Turning, I watched as he walked over to me.
“I want to know why.” I leaned against the sink, crossing my arms over my chest. “Why did you do this to me? Why did you drug me? And why were you still in my bed this morning?”
From the taken aback look on his face, I must have raised my voice more than I intended to. I didn’t apologise, instead just waiting for an answer.
“It was the first time we spoke about the shooting.” He took a second to think, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “You told me that you’ve never felt weaker than you did that year. That you became who you are now because of everything that happened.”
“So?”
He sighed, clearly thinking I wasn’t getting it. “I knew that inside all that self-destruction and anger was power and a strength I hadn’t seen in a long time.”
“And why were you still here when I woke up this morning?”
He didn’t reply, and I sighed. I’d poured out the deepest, darkest part of my memories, and he was giving me nothing in return. If that was how he wanted to play it, then I wasn’t just going to stand around in silence.
“So is that how this works then? I tell you everything, but you tell me nothing?” I moved to push past him.
He pressed his hand to the door frame, blocking my path with his arm. I stopped, turning to look at him.
“What do you want from me?” I asked. “I’ve already told you everything you asked me to.”
Before he could reply, I ducked under his arm and headed for the door. He grabbed my wrist, pulling me back against the door frame. I suddenly realised why he kept doing that, holding my wrist in that way. He was checking my pulse, which meant he knew that it was currently racing.
He didn’t let go of me, but he was so close that I could barely breathe. I stared up at him, trying to work out whether I needed to run. But if I wanted to know what was really going on, I couldn’t leave.
So instead, I stood on my toes and gently pressed my lips to his. I had no idea how he would react, and I was so ready to just stop and leave, but then he took hold of my face. He deepened the kiss, sending fire along my nerves.
I pulled back, just slightly, trying to catch my breath. “You didn’t stop me…”
“No…” He was breathing just as heavily as I was. “I didn’t…”
Reaching out, I took hold of his shirt and pulled him close against me. “Will you stop me now?”
He shook his head, sliding his hands down my body to my waist. “No, I won’t.”
I kissed him again, gasping as he suddenly swept me into the bedroom. He lifted me up onto the dresser, his fingers drifting down my thighs. His cool skin somehow heated mine up, making me shiver, but I didn’t really care.
He hooked my legs around his waist, leaning in to kiss my neck. I moaned, tangling my fingers in his hair as I tried not to melt at his touch. I would have done anything to make sure he kept touching me, because he was making my body react in ways that felt so good.
I slid off the dresser, pushing him down onto the bed. I wasn’t going to let him have all the fun, so I climbed onto his waist and leaned in to kiss him. Before I could go any further, he rolled us over so he was on top.
His hands trapped mine on the mattress above my head, bending down to bury his face in my neck. I arched up against him, desperate for more. He ran his tongue along my skin, and I could almost feel a smile on his face as he moved slightly lower to kiss my collarbone.
“Jonathan…” I moaned, fighting against his hands. “Let me touch you.”
“Not yet. Not until I say.” He told me, but still released my hands so he could unbutton my shirt.
I did as I was told, keeping my arms above my head, even as every part of my body told me to touch him. Even as he gently bit at my chest, sending shivers down my body, I still kept my hands where they were. I honestly didn’t know why, because I was never really one for doing what I was told.
He was moving lower and lower, his lips pressing kisses down my body until he reached the waistband of my shorts. His hands drifted along my skin, leaving a trail of warmth.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I watched as he yanked my shorts down my legs. He pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh, just below my underwear, right in a really sensitive spot. I lay back on the bed, biting back a moan as he traced the edge of my underwear with his fingers.
I was done following his no touching rule, and reached out, grabbing his shirt to pull him back up to me. The way his eyes hit mine, it was almost frightening. We were both breathing so heavily, and I was trying to hold back all the questions that were suddenly filling my head.
Rather than asking any of them, I just kissed him again. He wrapped his arms around my body, sitting up and lifting me into his lap. He was so much softer than I expected, his fingers gently drifting over my skin rather than digging in. It wasn’t what I was used to, but it felt so good, and I wanted more.
“You wanted to know,” He whispered, pressing a kiss to my chest. “Why I was still in your bed this morning…”
I nodded. “Yes.”
He didn’t speak for a moment, just slid my shirt off. I was getting impatient, but if I interrupted his thoughts, I was going to lose one or both out of sex and answers. And I really wanted both, so I stayed quiet, running my fingers gently through his hair.
“I don’t know.” He began, tracing circles up and down my spine. “I don’t know why I can’t get you out of my head. Why it’s so hard to keep myself calm around you. I thought you were just a patient, someone to test my drug on, but you…”
I felt my heart leap into my throat, and I held back the surprise I was feeling. I had no idea what to do with any of this information, and I definitely didn’t know how to handle how he was making me feel. All I knew was that this usually calm and collected man was suddenly looking very vulnerable, and if I said the wrong thing, I would fuck everything up.
So instead of talking, I leaned in and kissed him again. He tipped me back onto the bed, leaning down to run his tongue along the edge of my bra. I slid my hands down his body, playing with the waistband of his pants.
He caught my hands, pressing a kiss to both my palms, then pushing them aside. “Be patient, Liliana.”
I nodded, biting my lip as he traced my thigh with his fingers. Shuddering, I moaned and writhed under his touch. He pulled my underwear off, tossing it aside.
Closing my eyes, I took a breath as he flicked his tongue over my clit. It wasn’t easy, because I could barely remember how to breathe with him licking me like that. He knew way too much about how to get me heated up, but I was hardly going to complain.
He started to tease me, stopping every time it seemed like I was going to go over the edge. Now I was really impatient, and I dug my fingers into his arm in frustration. He moved back up my body, kissing me gently.
I was sick of waiting, so I hooked my legs around him and rolling us over. It was my turn to get things moving the way I wanted them to, and I wasn’t going to waste it. I thought he would take issue with me being in control, but he seemed to like it.
He hooked his finger around the centre of bra, pulling me down to him. His eyes searched mine for a moment, then he kissed me, gently biting my lower lip. I moaned, feeling my heart go wild as I ripped his shirt open. I needed this, more than I’d realised, and I needed it right then.
Yanking his pants down, I gasped as he suddenly sat up and wrapped his arms around me. He gently bit my neck, lifting me slightly, so that he could guide me down onto his length. I pressed my forehead to his, feeling his cool skin calm me slightly.
I rocked my hips, trying to find a pace that worked for me. It wasn’t easy, because it was hard to focus as he kissed and nipped at my neck. Every time he hit a spot that made me shudder, he would gently bite it once, then softly blow on it. It felt amazing, and I found myself melting in his arms.
We were racing towards the edge, our bodies falling into sync as we kissed and moved. His grip on me was tighter now, harder, and it hurt, but the pain only added to the pleasure I was already feeling. I wrapped my arms around him, steadying myself as I began to shake. I wasn’t going to last much longer, and he clearly knew it, because he tipped me backwards and took control again.
I yelped, scared for a moment as I fell fast. He chuckled for a moment, a sly grin on his face as he dipped his head to kiss me. His hand slid up the side of my neck, tilting my head back so he could kiss along my throat.
Then he started to move, thrusting hard and fast. I tangled my fingers in his hair, desperately trying to hold on a little longer. But he already seemed to know everything about my body, and he was moving in such a way that meant I couldn’t hold back.
I arched my back, pressing my chest against his as the fire suddenly exploded inside me. It felt like every nerve in my body suddenly came alive in response to his body. I clung to him, letting the feeling wash over me.
His body tensed at my touch, and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me still. It didn’t take long before he tumbled over that edge, his hips stuttering to a halt against mine. He took a few breaths, and I noticed that his blue eyes had darkened to an almost stormy grey.
Concerned, I gently pressed my hand to his cheek. “Jon… is something wrong?”
He shook his head, rolling onto the bed beside me. I sat up, watching him for a moment. He didn’t meet my gaze, but I could see his eyes returning to their usual icy colour.
He took hold of my arm, gently pulling me down to him. “You are so beautiful.”
“Mmm…” I rested my head on his chest, suddenly exhausted again.
All the anger, all the fear, everything that had happened since I’d broken out of Arkham, none of it seemed to matter right then. All I knew was that this felt right. I was somewhere I was meant to be.
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