Hello everyone! As usual, thank you for all the support! This piece is complicated :) I had it for several months and I wasn't sure whether I should publish it. It seemed to be quite different from what I usually do and I wasn't sure whether it is good enough, etc. And yes, there should be at least part 2, which is also not my thing. So I will leave it here hoping that it will find its reader and help me to complete it. Thank you! Hope you'll enjoy it!

That look on his face…

I finally let myself gasp and fell on the mattress.

We had parted our ways less than an hour ago, but I was still too excited, too tense, too ecstatic. But more than anything I was agonizingly focused on this uneasy feeling building in my chest.

That look…

Yes, it was about that look, though it started long before that. I managed to get out of a leather jacket without lifting myself up from the mattress. It was still hard to breath in this small room.

"Well, you could have gone with him. Wayne Manor has much more space," I said to myself and shook my head. Of course, this wouldn't have been better - I am pretty sure it would have been hard to breath there as well.

From nowhere I could vividly imagine a sofa in the study, myself with my knees on the sofa and him between my legs. No air…because his arms are clenching my waist tracing my stomach with his lips, my ribs, my…

"Stop!" I yelled to myself.

Hard, so hard to breath, thin sweater also found its place on the floor with socks and bits of my dignity apparently.

That look on his face…

It is all because of that look. When did he learn to look at me like that?

It is not like he is the first one with that look. I am not stupid. I see how other men stare at me from time to time. It is not like they didn't make any unsuccessful attempts, poor moves or dirty tricks.

But Bruce… he never looked at me like that. My innocent, idealistic kid with an extreme sense of responsibility is not like that. He…

".. is a BOY, Selina," I reminded myself. "Of course, he is, of course, his body changes, hormones are driving him nuts…"

"And it is not like you much different," I said to myself.

I wasn't different…

I couldn't help it. My fingers touched my jaw line sliding to the neck, to my collarbone. I've stopped for a moment…

His breath on my stomach is carefully leaving lip prints, his hands are sliding over my thighs, I deepen my hand into his soft hair, arching my body, letting my eyes focus on the ceiling of….

…my room. Right, I was still here and its my own hand was on my stomach, on my thighs.

And this tension was not going anywhere, it was rising inside of me, it was slowly rotting my insides.

That look on his face…

It is ripping off my shirt, it is taking off my jeans, it is melting my underwear, it is setting my skin on fire, it is dehydrating my muscles, it is hammering my bones, it is tearing my lungs, it is getting to my naked and madly beating heart… His palm lays on the back of my head, strokes between my shoulder blades, where no bra clip is left, right to the arch of my waist, to…

"I hate you," I told myself pulling off jeans.

I just needed to calm down, just needed to keep my fantasies on the leash and fall asleep… alone.

I turned to my stomach still feeling uneasy, dangerously aware of every movement of my body that is burning, that doesn't want to let me catch me my breath.

My phone buzzed. I reluctantly took it.

"You forgot your gloves in my car. I can bring them. Are you sleeping?"

I roared. Wasn't that convenient? Did he know that I was thinking about him like…right now? Freaking physic!

"No, I'm not. East Rd, 10/15. Second floor"

"7 minutes," he responded immediately.

I put myself in the seating position. So I could have actually met him in my underwear and be done with a chocking feeling…or make everything worse. What if he didn't want me and I imagined the whole deal? What if it didn't work out and we would be both disappointed?

I decided to put pants and sweater finally. Almost in time when I received the text: "Flat number?"

I got to the door without responding and opened it. He was near the staircase, just a dark figure, but I knew it was him.

He came to me, but before he could even say a word I grabbed him by the collar, pulled him into the room and kissed the rest of the air that he had.

He was puzzled for less than a second. His hands grabbed me and he pressed me to the wall near the door. His hands cupped my jaw and he pushed me away to look at me, as if he wanted to see my face to understand that this was for real.

With his eyes on me and light in the room, I felt so stupid and embarrassed by my outburst. I blushed and tried to get out.

"Wait, please," he begged, his hands slid to my hands.
"What?" I asked sharply, looking down.
"Look at me," he said and I reluctantly raised my chin up.
"Selina, you are so…so unbelievably amazing," he breathed out.

His fingers went back to my jaw and then cheeks stroking it slightly. His fingers carefully traced to my lips and parted them gently.

I sighed, feeling small glowing sphere down my stomach.

He reached to me, pressing his lips back to mine, but slowly, tenderly as only he could. His other hand found a way to my waist and he pulled himself to me as gracefully as only he could. A perfect, perfect gentleman…

I moaned. This gentleman was driving me crazy. Was it only me burning here, how could he be so careful?

Without permission my hands found their way under his coat and then under his sweater. I pressed my palm to his stomach and finally got a moan from him. He pinned me back to the wall, his hand fiercely pulling my hair, but then he let go and I heard how his fist bumped the wall next to my head. He pushed away and dropped his head.

"This isn't right. Sorry. It is just… I want you so much, but we haven't discussed anything and it is just a pure sex drive."
" Jeez… Bruce, why do you need to complicate this? Didn't you come here hoping to get to this stage?" I said, irritated sliding to his chest under his sweater.
"No…" he took my hands in his and pressed them to his chest, "Oh fuck… yes, yes, I did. I was so happy to find your gloves, but…"
"So what's wrong?" I asked tentatively because my own doubts were already crawling in with my body getting far from him.
" I don't want it to be like with everyone else, because you are not like everyone else. I don't want it to be only about sex…"
"Oh…" I managed to say. I haven't thought about it. Of course, he had many girls these past few months. And I… Embarrassment just washed over me and it took me some nerve not to drop my eyes.
"Yes, this should be different…" he reached for my face gently.
I lost it. I pulled my hands out and with this small distance between us I managed to slip out to turn my back on him.
I was so glad now that we've stopped before I lost my clothes. What the hell I was thinking honestly? Did my horniness eat my brain? Thanks God, that his relationship thoughts stopped us. It saved me all the embarrassment of competing with all those ladies in his bed. Because I can't compete with them…No way, taking into account level of my experience that equaled 0.
"Selina, please…Did I offend you? I just want more, you know. I always wanted more with you. Selina?"
I was still standing with my back to him. There should have been some kind of graceful way that I could get out of it.
"No, that's fine. We can…discuss it if you'd like. Tomorrow." I forcefully got these stupid words out of me hoping that he would eat them.
"Selina?" he asked and I felt his hand on my shoulder trying to turn me back to him.
"I said: tomorrow," I've repeated and turned to him, pushing him out with my hands.
I should have known better, of course. Right when I saw a puzzled expression on his gorgeous face, tears started to get into my eyes. It was unbearable.
"You need to go," I said forcefully.
"What's wrong? Did I offend you? Selina, please…"
I pushed him out and shut the door right before his face.
"Selina, please, talk to me. Please… I am sorry. I just wanted to get it right…Please", he begged on the other side.
I let these cryings out sliding with my back to the door. I tried not to sob feeling so miserable, so pathetic.
"Fucking righteous prick" I muttered to my breath knowing that he would not hear me.
"Selina…" he was still on the other side, "Talk to me"
I cleared my throat. I was afraid that he wouldn't go and I was upset as it is.
"Tomorrow, okay? Call me tomorrow and we will talk. Okay?" I said.
"Are you okay?" he asked
"Yes. Tomorrow. Please, Bruce"
There was a pause behind the door.
"Okay. I will call tomorrow. If you need me today, I will be right back. Just let me know. Selina, I… Good night" - he said sadly and I heard footsteps getting him away.
I finally allowed myself to sob, to cry it out. Disappointment, shame…
I got his text in a few minutes, and then another one in a half hour. He was desperately trying to get to me.
I've responded to the text number six knowing that he would drive back if I didn't respond.
"I am all right. Please, let me sleep. We will talk tomorrow. Good night" - I lied. I was not even close to sleep, but he apparently believed because he wished me good night and texts stopped.

Well, I did sleep that night after all. I've cried myself to sleep hating myself, sex and all those girls. I wanted to hate him, but I couldn't make myself. I still wished him to be here, to hold me, to cuddle me, to whisper that "amazing" to my ear. Tomorrow, I said to him, tomorrow, I would need to face him, but… I was not so sure about it already.