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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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What was the point in satin and lace if it didn't make a man struggle to speak? Alexandra Ivy, Embrace the Darkness
I sat on the window seat in the study, reading, while I waited for Bruce to return from the cave. He wasn’t out, just working on something, and I wanted to stay out of his way so I didn’t distract him.
The sun was just dipping below the horizon when I saw the fireplace swing open out of the corner of my eye. Bruce stepped out, pressing the button to close it again, then walking over to me. He sat down at my feet, on the other end of the window seat, and softly touched my knee.
“Did you get what you wanted done?” I asked, closing the book to look at him.
“I did.” He pulled me close, gently lifting my legs over his. “And now, I’m all yours for the night.”
His hands softly drifted up and down my bare legs, from my ankles to the bottom hem of my shorts. His skin was warm against mine, and I liked the way it felt.
“A whole night?” I laughed. “Lucky me. Do you have anything in mind?”
He kissed me, just once. “Some wine, some talking, maybe a bath?”
“I can hardly say no to that. You get the wine, I’ll run the bath.” I stood up, gently pulling him up with me. “Don’t keep me waiting too long.”
Pressing a kiss to his cheek, I headed upstairs to run the bath. We didn’t go out as much as I wanted, but any time we spent together was enough for me. And to be honest, I loved sitting in a warm bath and drinking wine with him.
I stripped down, stepping into the warm water. I was just sitting down when he came in, carrying a bottle of wine, two glasses and a bowl of strawberries. He placed everything down on the edge of the bath, then took off his clothes and climbed in behind me.
He poured the wine, handing me a glass. I leaned back against him, taking a bite of a strawberry.
“You’re spoiling me.” I whispered.
“I know.” He wrapped an arm around me, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “And I don’t plan on stopping any time soon.”
I closed my eyes, the warmth of the water relaxing my body. He traced circles on my skin, something that always seemed to make me shiver.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked, trying not to disturb his thoughts too much.
“The future.”
I pulled away, turning to face him and placing my glass down on the shelf. “That’s a big subject. What part?”
“Just about where we’ll be in a few years.” He reached out, his fingers drifting along my cheek. “You used to talk about having a family, having kids. But with what I do at night, I don’t know that having a family would work.”
“Bruce, we’re only 31. We have years still to work this out.” I took his hand, holding it gently. “I don’t know what I want in terms of a family. But I do know that whatever I have, as long as it’s with you, I’m happy.”
He pulled me close, chest to chest, and kissed me. “I love you, and I just want you to be happy.”
“I am, I promise.” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “And if that changes, you’ll be the first to know.”
We sat there talking and drinking until the water got cold. I didn’t have any more clarity than I did when the conversation started, but at least I knew more about what we were moving towards. I finished off the strawberries as he climbed out of the bath, swinging a towel around his waist. It sat so low on his hips, and I just wanted to pull it off him again.
He helped me out, wrapping a nice fluffy towel around me. “Do I have to wait for you to dry your hair before I can take you to bed?”
“Definitely not.” I kissed him, pressing my hands to his chest so I could push him out into the bedroom.
“Good.” He pulled me close, tracing the top of my towel, his fingers brushing my chest. “I’m sorry about leaving you there last night.”
I shook my head, looking up at him. “Don’t, Bruce. I don’t want you to start apologising when you have to run like that.”
“Let me apologise just this once.” He slid his arms around my waist. “Because we didn’t talk about what we would do if something like that happened. I’m sorry that I didn’t have a plan in place.”
“This isn’t your fault. I don’t think either of us realised what we would need to plan for when we started this.” I whispered. “But we know more now, and we can plan better.”
Suddenly he kissed me, his fingers tangling in my damp hair. He barely gave me enough time to breathe between kisses, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to touch him, to feel his skin against mine.
He pulled my towel off, picking me up and carrying me over to the bed. Before I could touch him, he grabbed a tie he had hanging over the lamp and tied my wrists to the metal at the head of the bed.
“This is a whole new side of you that I’m seeing.” I bit my lip, testing the tightness of the tie.
“Should I stop?” He hesitated, straddling my hips.
I shook my head. “Please don’t.”
He leaned down and kissed my neck, sending waves of heat surging through my body. His lips brushed against a particularly sensitive spot, and I shuddered, letting out a soft moan.
Closing my eyes, I focused on the way it felt as he moved lower, his tongue sweeping over one nipple, and then the other. It somehow felt even better this time, and I let myself melt under his touch.
He continued down my body until he reached my thighs. I could feel his warm breath on my skin as ran his fingers up and down my legs.
“Please, Bruce.” I breathed, so quietly I wasn’t sure I’d even said anything.
He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, just once, before moving his attention to my clit. He held me still, his hand on my stomach, as he gently flicked his tongue over that sensitive place.
I fought against the tie, a little fearful that I was going to go mad from the pressure he was building inside me. My body shook, a fire spreading up along my skin, and I could feel myself standing right on the edge.
But then he stopped and moved back up my body, making me whimper in disappointment. He softly kissed my neck, and my mind went completely blank, my entire attention just on his touch.
“I love you.” He breathed, looking down at me.
“I love you too.”
Then he was inside me, pressing kisses to my neck as his hips thrust against mine. I heard the metal of the bed creak as I pulled against the tie again, desperate to touch him.
“Let me touch you, please…” I whispered, almost begging.
He finally untied me, releasing my hands. I wrapped my arms tightly around him, pulling his body against mine. We were swept up in each other’s arms, in the feel of each other’s bodies, and it was amazing.
He slid his arms underneath me, lifting me slightly so he could kiss my chest. I moaned, arching right up against him as the movement of his hips brought me back to the edge again. He was moving slowly this time, taking longer, and it was frustrating, but I enjoyed it at the same time.
Every thrust hit me in just the right way, and I moaned, nearly praying for a release. I wanted him to push me, to send me tumbling over the edge in the way that only he could.
I dug my nails into his back, feeling him shudder against me. A low growl rumbled up from inside his chest, and he gently nipped at my skin. Running my fingers through his hair, I buried my face in his neck.
“Bruce…” I moaned, barely able to speak anymore.
“I’ve got you, Eve.” He whispered.
As he pressed a kiss to my jaw, I lost myself, crying out. I clung to him, my whole body shuddering as the heat exploded inside me. He held me close as I shook, thrusting harder and harder inside of me.
I could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and I softly kissed his neck. He wasn’t far behind, and it only took a few moments more before he came. I didn’t let him go, just ran my fingers up and down his back as he emptied his soul inside me.
He collapsed on the bed beside me, pulling me in close. I rested my head on his chest, softly tracing his scars with my fingers.
“We have a strange sort of thing happening here.” I began, looking at him. “But I know that we can make it work. I am happy, but I need to know that you are too.”
“I am.” He softly ran his fingers through my hair. “I’m happy as long as you are.”
I sat up, my hand gently pressed against his chest. “I’m going to go get another glass of wine. I’ll be back in a second. Am I allowed to get dressed? Or do I have to stay naked?”
He pulled me back in for another kiss. “I suppose you could put some clothes on.”
Laughing, I got up and pulled my underwear back on. Pulling his shirt on over the top, I walked into the bathroom to get the wine and glasses.
He was sitting up when I returned, the sheet up around his hips. I knelt down on the mattress beside him, but before I could put everything onto the bedside table, he was already pulling me in for another kiss.
“What was that for?” I asked, blushing.
“Nothing in particular. I just love kissing you.”
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