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The Penguin and the Raven	By : AsylumWritings Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 500 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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You fill me up with dark thoughts of you
The Devil talks to me when you're touching me
My lust it burns, deep inside of you
Like Gods of the Sun, My Dying Bride
I checked my dress, making sure I looked nice, then knocked on the door. Something smelt really nice and I was excited to see what Oz was cooking.
There was a moment, then the door opened, revealing Oz in an amazing suit. He looked me over and gave me a big smile.
“You look beautiful, Bee.” He held out his hand to me, gently drawing me inside to the kitchen. Before I could react, he lifted me from the waist and gently placed me down on the bench.
“What has gotten into you tonight?” I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“I’ve had a good day, and now I get to see you.” He softly touched my cheek, his eyes focused on my mouth.
I buckled under the weight of his gaze, sinking into his touch. “It is nice to see me. I spend a lot of time looking in the mirror.”
“Would you object if I kissed you right now?” He run his thumb over my lips.
“No.” Then I thought of something. “But what about dinner?”
“It still has ten minutes to go.”
“In that case…” I took hold of his tie and pulled him close, wrapping my legs around him as I pressed my lips to his.
He kissed me back, in a moment that was somehow better than that night at the art gallery. He was claiming me, with his lips, with his hands, with his whole body, and I surrendered myself to it. I was losing every semblance of thought I had in my mind, but I didn’t care. All I wanted in the moment was his touch, and I would have walked through fire for it.
He kissed along my cheek and down to my neck, taking his time so that he left me gasping. Then I heard the alarm on the oven begin to beep.
“Oz…” I whispered, not really wanting him to stop.
“Hmm…?” He slid his hand up the outside of my thigh.
“The oven.” I gently pushed him away, taking a second to wipe the lipstick off him.
He reached over and turned it off. “Do you want to eat now?”
I nodded, watching as he served up the nicest smelling, and looking pasta bake I’d ever seen. We moved to the couch, talking as we ate.
“Where did you learn to cook?” I asked, as I finished my bowl. “That was amazing.”
“My mother taught me, when I was young.” He took it from me, carrying it back to the kitchen.
I leaned on the back of the couch, watching him. He always wore such well-tailored suits, and the pants he was wearing this time were tight. It was a good look, and I found it hard to break my gaze away.
“While you’re over there, can you get me another glass of wine?” I asked.
He nodded, pouring one and carrying it over. Sitting down beside me, he gently pulled my legs across his lap, absentmindedly running his fingers up and down my calves. He looked deep in thought about something, and I quietly watched him as I drank my wine. When I was done, I placed the glass down on the table, then leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
He snapped out of it, looking at me with a smile.
“I’m sorry. Did I distract you?” I asked innocently, standing up.
“I’m hardly going to complain about that.”
“Then I guess I’ll continue.” I unzipped my dress, sliding it up over my head then dropping it to the floor. “Is this distracting too?”
“Come ‘ere.” He grabbed my arm, pulling me into his lap.
I ran my fingers through his hair, catching his eyes with mine. “Are you finished thinking now? Or should I let you continue?”
He reached up, pulling the red, silk ribbon out of my bun. As my curls fell onto my shoulders, I leaned over to kiss him. My body was calling for him, pressing against him so hard I thought I would become part of him.
He kissed along my shoulder, biting my bra strap and sliding it off. I shivered as he traced the edge of my bra with his tongue.
“You are wearing entirely too many clothes.” I got up, walking into the bedroom. “Are you coming?”
I heard him walk in behind me, and he suddenly scooped me up, carrying me to the bed. He placed me down, unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it aside.
I started to undo one of my heels, but he stopped me, pushing me down and kneeling between my legs. He began to kiss my thigh, moving down my leg to my ankle and pulling off my shoe. As he did the same on my other leg, I bit my lip and groaned.
Finally, he was kissing me again. I touched his face, but he caught my hands, holding them above my head. He moved to my neck, gently nipping at my skin as his free hand played with the edge of my bra. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pressed my hips against his.
“Oz… Let me touch you.” I whined desperately.
“Soon, love.” He pressed a finger to my lips, before kissing my chest.
Every nerve in my body was wild, and my body was reacting to his touch far more than I’d ever felt. The first time I’d been with him, it was fast, needy sex. But this time was slower. It was about discovering each other, and what we liked, in a slow, sensual dance of desire.
I lightly bit the tip of his finger, and I felt him smile against my skin. He let go of my hands, freeing me. Arching my back, I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. He kissed me, roughly biting my bottom lip, before moving back to my chest.
I gasped as he ran his tongue over my nipple, my hips bucking against him without my control. Suddenly he pulled away, holding himself over me.
“Do you want this?” He asked, his voice rough and dripping with need.
“Yes…” I managed to say. “I want you touching me, kissing me, inside of me. Please…”
He gave me the sexiest smile I’d ever seen, before kissing his way down my body to the top of my underwear. As he ran his fingers along the edge, I lifted my hips so he could pull them off. Even just running his fingers over my skin was enough to get me to moan now, my whole body suddenly attuned to his touch.
I propped myself up on my elbows, watching as he kissed my inner thigh. The world could have ended around us and I wouldn’t have cared, as long as he kept moving up my thighs. Then he caught my eyes with his, holding my gaze as he slid his tongue over my clit. I could feel my legs beginning to tremble and I lay back, unable to hold myself up.
Tangling my fingers in his hair, I felt the familiar heat spreading over my body from his touch. As his tongue moved in lazy circles, my heart quickened. He had me writhing on the bed, his hands on my hips holding me in place while he teased me. My breath caught in my throat, and I held it as the wave of pleasure ripped through me.
A scream of ecstasy escaped me, and my back arched, lifting me off the bed. He didn’t stop, rubbing my clit with his thumb a little longer as he teased as much sound out of me as he could.
He crawled over me, kissing me deeply. I could taste myself on him and it made me moan. Reaching down between us, I struggled to undo his pants because my fingers were still shaking. He pulled my hands away, pressing a kiss to each palm, then did it himself.
He kept his calm gaze on mine as he slid inside me, but the primal look in his eyes told me he wanted me just as much as I wanted him. I pulled him down to me, tracing his lips with my tongue before plunging into the kiss.
His thrusting was strong and fast, but it wasn’t enough for him. He hooked his arm under my right knee, lifting my leg onto his shoulder as he leaned down to kiss me again. I straightened my leg, leaning into the burn as my shin nearly touched my forehead, trying to ensure it didn’t go numb.
“How flexible are you?” His ragged breathing betrayed just how close he was to the edge.
“You’ll have to wait and see.” I nipped at his earlobe.
He thrust deep inside me, kissing my chest as his movements grew more erratic. I slid my leg off his shoulder, pulling him up to me.
“I want all of you.” He tangled his fingers in my hair.
“Then take me.” I whispered in his ear, digging my fingers into his back.
I held him tightly, feeling the rumble in his chest as a deep, animalistic growl escaped his lips. His hips slammed against mine a few more times, his whole body tightening as he came inside me.
He pressed a kiss to that sweet spot on my neck, making me shiver. Then he collapsed on the bed beside me, sliding his arm under my neck.
I rolled onto my side, looking up at him. His normally rough face had softened. I watched him as he lay there with his eyes closed, his breathing slowly returning to a slow, steady rhythm.
“Hey…” I softly touched his cheek.
He opened his eyes, leaning over to kiss me. “I like you like this.”
“Like what? Naked?”
“Naked, in my arms. You change between confident and shy out there, in public, like you’re not really sure who you’re supposed to be. But the way you are here,” He ran his fingers down the side of my body. “This is who you really are. Strong and beautiful.”
“Is that why you approached me at the bar? Because you think I’m beautiful?”
He nodded. “That, and your voice.”
I blushed, sliding closer so I could put my head on his warm chest. His heart was still beating fast, but I could feel it slowing down. I was tired, and ready to fall asleep, and when he rested his hand on my lower back, I felt even more comforted.
We fell into a comfortable silence, my fingers tracing the scars on his chest, and his drifting up and down my spine. It was nice to just lie there, with no need to talk. It didn’t take long before I was drifting off to sleep.
He listened to her breathing as she slept, running his fingers through her hair. What was she dreaming about? He couldn’t see her face, but he could hear that her breaths were getting shallower. A nightmare, he thought, holding her slightly tighter. Whatever the secret inside her was, it was invading her subconscious and affecting her more than she probably realised.
He was tired too, but didn’t want to fall asleep until he was sure she was past the nightmare. So he lay there, hoping she felt at least a little comforted by his embrace, and waited for her to settle again. Finally she calmed, pressing her body even closer to his as she fell into a deeper sleep.
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