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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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“Lili! I’ve missed you so much, babe.” Sonia came running across the club to me. “I’m so glad you’re out.”
She hugged me tightly, her wild dark hair almost catching in my earrings. I hugged her back, almost in tears. It finally felt like I was out, and I could forget about all the other things. I stopped thinking about Arkham, I stopped thinking about the fact that I had Crane locked up in my bedroom, and I just breathed.
“It’s so good to be out.” I replied, as we headed over to the bar. “You would not believe how shitty it was in there.”
“I probably wouldn’t. But you’re here, and we’re gonna drink until we forget. And then we’re gonna find some men to go home with, before we stumble back to our homes in the morning. Two vodka shots please.” She tapped her fingers on the bar as the bartender poured for us.
“That sounds like a really good plan.” I took the shot, knocking it back, and then dragged her onto the dance floor.
The alcohol set in quickly, making all of my worries just disappear. After an hour or so, I spotted Sonia chatting up a cute guy at the bar. I headed over, just to make sure she was safe.
“I’m gonna head out, are you going to be alright here?” She asked, hugging me again.
I nodded. “Of course, honey. Go have some fun! I’ll see you soon, okay?”
Watching her leave, I bit my lip and wondered what to do next. There didn’t seem to be anyone who was my type at the club tonight.
“Are you looking for someone?” I heard a familiar voice ask from behind me.
I turned to find Luca leaning against the bar. I grinned, sliding onto the stool. “Not anymore. Come sit. We can talk, if you want.”
“You look happier now that you’re out and about again.” He softly touched my arm. “Are you feeling better?”
“Much better.”
Round after round, we just kept drinking and talking, until I was way more drunk than I should have been. We staggered out of the club, and he turned to me, starting the conversation we had nearly every week.
“Are you coming back to my place?” He asked, softly squeezing my hand. “Or did you find someone in Arkham that you want to date?”
I felt my mouth drop open. “As if. Most of the patients there were barely even able to speak.”
“So is that a yes then?”
“Definitely.” I waved down a taxi.
He bent one of her hairpins into shape, quickly and easily picking the lock of the handcuffs. He wasn’t planning to escape, just wanted to snoop a little. This was a safehouse, but it was clearly one that she used regularly, because it seemed to have a lot of her things around. Or maybe she’d just had one of her father’s men bring her stuff over.
Walking downstairs to the living room, he searched through the bookshelves. He wanted information about her, anything that could lead him to understand her more. But there was nothing. All of her clothes, her makeup, her jewellery was there, but there was nothing personal. Nothing that really told him anything about her.
I sat on the couch, knees pulled to my chest as I nursed a glass of rum. I probably shouldn’t have drunk so much since I hadn’t had any alcohol for nearly a month, but I honestly didn’t care.
“I’m surprised you didn’t die of withdrawal while you were in Arkham.” Luca laughed, cutting the coke into lines.
“I don’t do this enough to get full withdrawal I guess.” I gently pushed him aside, snorting up two of the lines. “You know my father would probably have me killed if I got myself addicted to something. But more likely it was because I was full of so many other drugs that I didn’t notice.”
Wiping my nose, I sniffed a little and waited for it to kick in. It was good stuff, and after a minute or two, I was feeling completely alert and awake.
“So, what was it like in Arkham?” He asked, wiping his nose too.
“You really want me to waste my high on that?” I gave him a look of disbelief.
He shook his head, pulling me into his lap. Taking a moment to tuck my hair behind my ears, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to my neck. It felt amazing, like my skin came alive at his touch.
“If you keep talking, I’ll keep doing this.” He breathed, before running his tongue along the edge of my jaw. “Or maybe I’ll go further.”
I moaned, wrapping my arms around his neck. “What do you want to know?”
“Tell me what you did all day.” He pressed slow kisses to my collarbone, sliding the straps of my dress and my bra off my shoulder.
“I…” It was a little difficult to focus my thoughts when he was touching me, but I managed to ignore the floaty feeling I was getting for long enough to put my sentences together. “I had a session with my doctor every morning, then I would read and talk with one of the other patients.”
He slid my dress up my thighs, lifting it up over my head. “How did you manage to not go crazy in that place?”
“I tended to lose myself in my reading.” I shuddered, arching my back as he roughly bit my breast. All that did was press my chest against his face, which spurred him on.
He pulled me tight against him, his lips only leaving my skin for a moment to ask another question. “Did you go completely without sex for the whole time too?”
“Yes…” I breathed, reaching back to unhook my bra. It was a lie, but he didn’t need to know that.
As he swept his tongue across my nipple, I desperately unbuttoned his shirt. I didn’t want to talk anymore, I just wanted to fuck him.
“That must have been hard.” He slid his hand down between my legs, pressing the fabric of my underwear against my clit.
I whimpered, biting my lip as he kept his fingers moving. “Please don’t stop.”
“No one to touch you…” His lips brushed my skin as he spoke. Pushing my underwear aside, he gently slid one finger inside me. “No one to make you moan the way I do…”
I kissed him, kneeling up so I could control the kiss a little better. This wasn’t new to either of us, we’d been hooking up pretty regularly for years, but it felt different this time. Maybe it was because it had been a good while since I’d touched him, mixed with the alcohol and drugs, but I honestly didn’t have the thought power to work it out. I just wanted to keep touching him, and kissing him.
He let go of me, his lips never leaving mine as he unbuttoned his shirt. Climbing off his lap, I took his hand and pulled him into the bedroom with me. I pressed my hand to his chest, pushing him down onto the bed.
There was no slow touching anymore, as I ripped his pants off and climbed onto the bed. I pushed him onto his back, moaning as I lowered myself onto him. His hands slid up my thighs, controlling the pace of my hips.
I could feel the heat spreading up my body, faster than usual because I was desperate for him. He shifted, rolling us over so he was on top.
“Please, Luca.” I moaned, writhing under his touch. “I need this.”
He leaned in, gently biting my lip. “I’m not going to make you wait, I promise.”
I hooked my legs around him, burying my face in his neck as he began to thrust inside me. I kissed his skin, tracing the lines of his neck with my tongue.
I knew his body well, and I kissed every spot I knew would drive him wild. He shuddered at my touch, his muscles tensing as he grew closer to the edge. I clung to him, moaning as he dragged my body with him.
There was a moment of quiet, then the heat exploded in me. It rushed through my body, making me scream as my back arched, my hips jerking up against him. He collapsed against me, giving into the pleasure as he tumbled over the edge.
He kissed me softly, then climbed off me and reached into his bedside table for a joint. Lighting it, he handed it over and lay down beside me.
“You’re spoiling me today.” I whispered, breathing it in deep then handing it back.
“It’s your first night out since you escaped, I thought you could use it.” He squeezed my hand gently.
I looked at him, reaching over to rub the lipstick off his face. “Do you remember when Papa found out we were doing this?”
He laughed. “You mean when he nearly ran me out of town after you told him we weren’t together, just having sex?”
“I’m still sorry for that.” I rolled over onto my front, resting my chin on my hands. “He really doesn’t want to hear that I’m an adult and can take care of myself now.”
He pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “You almost died twice before you were even old enough to get your driver’s license. You can’t really blame him for being overprotective.”
“No, but I can blame him for not letting me live my life.” I whispered, staring down at the red sheets on the bed. “I turned thirty three months ago. How old do I have to be before he’ll stop smothering me?”
“Shh…” He handed back the joint, then softly ran his fingers up and down my spine. “This is the one space where you don’t have to think about that.”
I nodded, smoking the rest of it and tossing it in the ashtray. “We’ve been friends for way too long, I think. You know me too well.”
“Probably, but you’re never getting rid of me now.”
“Why would I want to?” I laughed. “We have such good fun together, tesoro.”
He ruffled my hair. “You must be in a good mood, if you’re bringing out the Italian.”
“I’m in a great mood.” I closed my eyes. “Tired, but happy.”
It didn’t take me long to fall asleep, especially not when his fingers softly traced the scars on my back. They used to bother me, but I’d learnt to live with them.
He didn’t know what time she was coming back, but he kept searching around for something useful. Returning to the bedroom, he spotted something he’d missed on his way out. There, under the corner of the bed, he was just able to see a box.
He knelt down, gently sliding it out and opening it. There was a photo album that he quickly flipped through, but it wasn’t particularly interesting. What was interesting was the file underneath. Inside was around ten medical looking photos. They seemed to be of various bruises and deep knife wounds. Behind the photos was some of a medical chart. It was pretty heavily redacted, for a reason that was beyond him.
For the small amount of info that he could read, he gathered that she’d been attacked by someone, and left with pretty severe injuries to her torso. This was something he could use, and he wasn’t going to waste it.
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