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The Demon and the Bat
By : Darkchanan
Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman
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Seeing Talia, that did bring up certain feelings and thoughts for her, even more so when she appears randomly as she does. That small layer of unpredictablity a mere spice to their unconventional yet suprisingly simple relationship. For the moment, Bruce needed to clear his head, get his mind straight. And so he stood under the strong heat of the shower pouring on his back, head slouched as he stared off in thought, the mind drifting to the woman who somehow always had him wrapped around her finger....Maybe he shouldn't pursue this, knowing what could happen, but Talia was like a drug to him, even sober the mere thought was tempting enough.
Steam drifted from the top of the door, filling the hallway with the strange scent of soap and heat. The sound of pouring water and soft splashing confirmed what she thought. Oh, what a devil she could be. And this would be fun if she played it right. Cautiously, hoping to keep her entrance a secret from the man at least for the time being, she slipped into the room, closing the door carefully behind her. Her shoes, those telling heels, were left in the hallway. Moving to the sink, she took a seat on it's procelain edge, legs crossing elegantly while she waited for him to catch on to her presence. He wasn't the only one who could appear from the shadows.
Bruce had worked hard to gain the skills he used, and while on some occasion they wern't the best, they did save his life more times he counted. And Talia...well, he wasn't sure how that worked with her, but he knew she was there. Pushing open the glass door, steam billowing out and the water echoing throughout the room, Bruce looked out at the sink to spot her there. And there it was...that addictive feel she gave him, that made him desire her, to have her and just give in to her, the ease of it was a mild overpowering, and that made him crack a small smile at her. "Do what do I owe this visit?" He didn't bother to cover himself or to obscure anything, unashamed, and not like she hasn't seen everything before in the years they were together.
"I was in the neighborhood. Can't help but stop in and check on you now and then ~ After all, you must get so lonesome in this massive estate mostly to yourself." She let her eyes feast on him, the familiar shape of his body still so alluring to her. The powerful muscles at ease along his core brought vivid memories of them slick with sweat, moving strongly against her. She bit her lip enticingly, clearly catching sight of far more than his gaze.
"Oh I manage, to the best of my abilty." He said with a mock of sadness. "I linger for the company, but thats hard to find these days...." Not missing her rather piercing gaze of his wet form, a hand pressed to one of the glass shower walls, leaning on it, remaining still for her feast of him. Then he bit the corner of his lip, oh the temptation was rising within him.
"I should stage a kidnapping and just spend a week here," she mused, "Let my father set fire to whatever group I set up and indulge in a vacation~" She teased, of course, but there were days it was more than a little tempting. "I'm sorry, am I in your way?~" Her legs swung on the edge of the counter playfully before she leaned back to rest on her palms. A defiant strap of her gown slipped from her shoulder in a way that was just too perfect not to be planned.

"Hardly ever in my way Talia." And as she feasted on him, his eyes honed in on that strap, such timing.....offering a possibility of what was under, a body he was familar with, one he'd do anything to feel under his hands again... "Shower's losing its warmth.." He points out, the hot water would last for hours, only no build up of the warm steam in the shower. Something she'd know, something they both knew, just how it was for the pair of them.
"Is that an invitation?" she asked flatly, a brow raising in that usual almost mocking expression. So much of their banter was a game to her, so much of it just a small navigation of wordplay and teasing. Teasing for humor, teasing for pleasure. But it was far more fun than she had in conversation with anyone else. She slipped from her perch, bare feet landing silently on the tile. "If you're not finished, of course. But I'll need a little help sliding out of this." She didn't. They both knew it, but who would question an offer like that?
"Just getting started." A smirk graced his face, stepping out of the shower, water pooling at his feet as he closed the gap between them, his eyes piercing down at her in a lustful stare only she could inspire in him. Wet hands reached out, pushing the other strap down her shoulder, with eyes locked onto hers, he began to drag the gown down her supple form, knealing down as it went past her knees and bunched it at the ankles, taking the gown and moving it to the side, looking up at Talia, so regeal...like a Goddess...of him.
She let him kneel as he removed her dress, savoring the position he put her in, placing her on a pedestal in his own silent, potent way. The gown revealed maroon undergarmets, top and bottom matching, trimmed with black lace. The bra was strapless and seemed to struggle with doing its job. One hand dexterously slipped behind her back, her eyes never trailing from him, and undid the snap behind it, freeing her chest from its trappings. "While you're down there, love, mind to get the last piece off?"
Gazing up at her, that Goddess offering him stellar view of her top being removed, and he actually /licked/ his lips at the mere sight of her unveiled to him, beautiful and alluring as always. Fingers hooked into the waist line of her bottoms, slowly tugging them down, his lips following, peppering her thighs with soft kissess as he pulled them down to her feet, and like the gown moved them aside. Finally he stood up, staring into those entrancing eyes, eyes that caught him more than once, doing so once again...and finally...Bruce pressed his lips to hers, no longer wanting to deny them of this
Her body tensed and twitched at his lips against a part of her so tender. The gentle sensation sent a bolt of desire to her core and she found it that much more difficult to keep up the ruse that she needed a shower. Leave it to him to make her lose her own game. She fell into his kiss, pulling his body closer to hers. He was slick, soaked, and his skin tried to cling to her dry flesh. It wasn't ideal, wasn't all together pleasant, but it added something to the passion between them. They had no time to wait until they were both dry and clean or both slick from the shower. They knew what they wanted and few things could keep tem from it
Going into her embrace, he grabbed at her legs, lifting her up, bringing into the shower, closing the door and sealing in the growing heat, but not all of it was from the steam. Slowly he set her on her feet, for his hands to traverse over her flesh, rubbing the water into her skin, making the already smooth skin even more so, his obivious enjoyment of holding her supple form, evident. "Talia..."'He breathed out between the merging of their lips, a moment of passion, when he just wanted to utter her name, the woman who just had a way of getting into his heart and mind, and now they were alone with passion and desire on their minds
She clung to him fiercely, innately. Too many times he had done this act, showcasing his strength by taking her and moving her where he would. How good it felt to feel possessed, to feel captured in his arms. As she settled into her feet, she let her hands find his body, his sides, his stomach, all of that smooth flesh she adored, finding old scars peppered along his flesh, battle wounds that she admired, that reminded her he was a warrior. "Oh, my love," she sighed in return, her lips parting from his to kiss the wet skin of his neck. The water from the shower poured over her head, causing her long hair to cling to her face, her back, her arms.
Sighing happily as he felt her become closer within his embrace, leaning his head to the side offering more of his neck to her, a hand brushed away her wet hair, pushing it behind her shoulders, so he can have a unobstructed view of her face, gazing at her reactions of pleasure. As his hands travsered around her, one hanged by her side, heading further down, going between her legs, gently he began to rub at her core, wanting to truly give her the pleasure she deserved to have, he wanted to give her everything.
Her head tilted back, a soft moan escaping her lips as his hand teased her flesh. She ran a hand through his hair, locking her gaze with his. "God that feels good. Don't stop." She lifted her leg, her knee coming to rest at his hip, her arms using his neck to support her, keep her balanced.
With his free hand, he held her hip in place, continuing to rub at her flesh, probing the folds in his quest to give her pleasure. "Never will. All for you, all for you beloved." He proclaimed, locking eyes with her, never wavering as he stared into her eyes, studying her reaction to determine where he would focus his efforts. "So beautiful..."
The pet name sent a chill down her body, a smile on her face as her eyes slid shut. Her heart throbbed for him, her body pulsing and aching for him. For him. It was all for him. After indulging herself as long as she dared, she pulled away from him, sliding his hand from her body. In turn her hand wrapped around his manhood, stroking him firmly. "Don't let me steal all of the attention." she bit her lip, watching her own work, anticipating feeling that piece of him buried deep in her body.
He would have protested, not wanting to part from Talia's relief, but firm in her stance as well as her hold on him, he elected to hold his tongue, standing there moaning out softly from her work. "Oh Talia...." Resting his head in the crook of her shoulder, breathing heavily into her wet skin, hands roaming her form, scouring the familar expanse he has become a expert, caressing her, holding her in a embrace as he moaned into her shoulder, a slave to Talia, a fitting place, hers....just hers...
She stroked his hair softly as she worked is member, almost holding him tenderly, lulling him with her touched. She could have worked him like that to climax, but...that would be such a waste. Again, she parted the two, releasing him from her grip. She turned away from him, planting her hands against the glass wall, leaning against it. She arched her back, presenting the well toned curve of her backside, beckoning him, enticing him.
As he was parted from her once more, he let out a shaky exhale. Watching her turn away, presenting herself to him, tempting that animal in him, and he could not resist, he never could resist Talia.. Closing their gap, Bruce gripped his manhood, slowly pushing himself inside of her, moaning out softly from the intense sensations of coupling with her once more.
Her toes curled as she cried out, fingers curling against the glass until it audibly whined. She braced against him, encouraging him to bear all into her. "Yes, give it to me, love. Give me everything."
With Talia's encouragement, her command to let him give in...He obeyed without question, like before he laid over her back, head resting on her shoulder. His hips began to pull back before he began to rock into her, no gentle pace, only the start of a relentless pace of thrusts into her. His moans were audible, bordering on a animals grunts as he gave in to Talia, hands scaling up her stomach to cup her firm breasts, his eyes closed, taking everything in.
Her teeth clenched, hands balling into fists. When he moved like that, just the slightest edge of pain pushed into her, just enough to set her neurons on fire. She couldn't keep quiet. Her cries filled the room almost immediately. She only prayed there was no one else in this wing of the estate. She begged, no, she demanded he brutalize her, giving herself up to his whims, to the searching groping hands that kneaded her flesh. Her head tilted back, laying her hands over his against her body, feeling herself moving rapidly to the sweet burst of release that consumed her thoughts.
No mercy, a command he obeyed in this primal state, nothing on his mind but Talia, only her...The smack of wet flesh and their moans increasing in volume, music to his ears, hands kneading her curves all in that pleasured fuel rush he was in. As her head tilted back, he met her with lustful passion, pressing his lips to hers, moaning into them as he continued to that release that was just close by.
She fell beyond the act and into the raw sensation that coursed between the two. Her body seemed to act of its own will, moving against the force that tore into her. As she gave into pleasure, her cries turned to unashamed screams as at last her body buckled and shuddered, wracked with the pleasure of potent release. She trembled, nearly losing her footing as her body half collapsed against the glass wall.
With his pace not slowing, once her own release came on, it had triggered his own, spasming into her as his release went off like a gun, leaving him standing there, holding onto Talia, nuzzling into her neck lovingly, not wanting to leave her, not wanting to part ways with her, desiring to prolong the time they have together. Planting a kiss on her neck, he stood upright, reaching for the soap. "Here." And then he began to wash her, lathering her skin in soap as he held her close.
There was a brief moment riding the high of climax, endorphins pulsing through her veins, where she thought she might fall asleep leaning on the glass, but that feeling faded as she turned to face her love, a lazy smile on her lips. Her hands hung loosely here or there on his body, savoring the affection. She sighed what wanted to be laughter. "You're such a gentleman, cleaning the mess you made..." She ran her hands over her own body, slicking the suds to the shower below to be banished down the drain
"That's debatable Talia.." He said softly, smiling at his beloved, standing under the constant stream of the warm water, continuing to clean her off, putting the soap aside once he was done. "Stay here tonight.." He had to ask, some could say his weakness, others say his need for her, maybe not wrong. But Bruce had to keep holding on as long as he could, to be here with her, the woman who made him feel in such ways.
"Of course..
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The Demon and the Bat	By : Darkchanan Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 6284 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Batman, I do not make any money.

The Demon and the Bat