Disclaimer : I do not own any of these characters, which are based on Christopher Nolan's TDKR.

Author's note : I am still continuing Gotham is Ours and My Brother's Keeper, but I got a request on my tumblr for a "Sexy" Balia drabble with Fire and I also had a request here for more love scenes, so this will do well for both, but it is NSFW.

I'm starting a new story where I will publish separate scenes between Bane and Talia that don't revolve around a continuous thread.


I. A Fierce Fire

The men were betting on arm wrestling contests; spirits were high after the demise of yet another warlord, whom they had divested of his possessions and his life.

Bane retired to the master bedroom he had claimed for himself, not for the large bed or comfort, but for the fireplace he would light up every night. He would sit there for hours looking at it, seeing Talia's profile draw out in the flames, remembering the honey color of her skin from the yellow of the flames, and her dark hair in the burning wood at the base.

The fire was already ablaze when he came in, so he knew he wouldn't have to fantasize tonight, and his heartbeat started to run. Though she was hidden by the curtains from the balcony, he recognized her walk instantly; her expression brightened when she saw him and it was all the brighter framed by her dark locks.

He hadn't known when she would be back. They had parted a few weeks ago because she had to go back to Europe and they cellular connection was unreliable. It couldn't have been on a better night for their reunion. He was tired, but he was in a celebrating mood.

She was wearing western clothes but no makeup – from the smudge on her lips, he could infer she had wiped it clean and he was grateful for that. He didn't like it when she painted her face; she had no need for it.

"You had a long day," she said in their dialect, immediately erasing any doubt that she was no longer Talia. She sat down and waited for him to join her near the fireplace. He sat right next to her. She immediately stood on her knees to his side and planted a kiss on his eyebrow, then she walked behind him to effortlessly remove his vest, and she started massaging his shoulders. The analgesic distributed by his mask allowed him to function by keeping the pain at a tolerable level, but he wasn't numb. His body endured hardship daily, and the only human contact he had was through combat. His muscles were unaccustomed to softness; despite meditation to relax his mind and body, his entire musculature was always tense. But, under her small kneading hands, he could enjoy a sensation he seldom had, except in a warm bath or in the depth of sleep: relief.

"I'm not pressing too hard, am I?" she asked, seemingly seriously. He couldn't help but laugh. She giggled the way she now rarely did and started kissing the scar on his spine. It was one of the most sensitive parts of his body; any stimulation burned through him, like hot coals. Her warmth, her stroke and her breath were fueling the fire in his stomach and he felt the blood rush through him.

She wasn't unaware of his reaction, her own fire having been ignited. She quickly took off her dress and negligee and pressed her chest to his back, the pebbles of her hard nipples gently nudging at his skin, while her tongue licked his neck.

He turned his head and his shoulder followed, so that he could reach for her. She flicked away, a coquettish smile spreading on her lips. "Patience," she teased while she took off the nylon stockings she had on and the rest of her ridiculous accoutrements. Patience in these situations was not Bane's forte, so he put a leg up and adopted a crouched position, ready to leap - looking like a lion, carefully eyeing her movements. She was surprised and titillated by his attitude.

"After we look after you," she told him gently, going towards the cooler to get his liquid food and the various syringes for his injections of nutriments.

He stood up and sat on a plain wooden chair while she quickly gave him his shots. She then brought a watch and the essentials to clean the mask and his toiletries. All the while, she wasn't hiding her nakedness, letting her curves be beautifully lit by the fire. She reached out for the poker to strike the wood and free numerous red sparks; she might as well have been stroking at him, for his desire was ardent again.

She unfastened the mask, after administering a local anesthetic that had taken years to perfect, and put it down next to the chair. Once the mask was off, as the anesthesia was taking effect, she cupped his face between her breasts and he held the small of her back as she kissed his skull. Too soon she extracted her body and she quickly wiped his wounds and reached for the container with his food, but he stopped her.

"I'm have another hunger to quench tonight," he said as he hooked a finger inside her to signify his intentions. She looked at him with apprehension. She didn't want him to try something that would weaken or hurt him, but she knew from his eyes that she wouldn't deter him.

Time was of the essence, so he speedily grabbed her and brought her down near the fireplace, gently spreading her over a rectangular coffee table he expressly dragged under her. He parted her legs so he could kneel between them. Bane was completely hard but he paid no mind to his erection; he lifted her buttocks and brought her legs to his shoulders, his head nudged between her thighs. She was trembling in anticipation, those precious seconds feeling like hours.

Soon enough he buried his face into her, letting her drape over his mouth and nose, taking the time to inhale her for the very first time. She opened her mouth and gasped, her hands, reaching between her legs but stopping short of touching him, not wanting to distract him.

He started tasting her. Grabbing the hair on her mound was all Talia could do to restrain herself as his tongue contoured every one of her folds. She felt her legs instinctively close on his head when the rough scarred skin above his lips gently scrapped her slit, the few specks of beard tickling her sensitive flesh. His hands held on more firmly to her hips but were large enough to touch her pelvis and nudge her legs to open wider.

Talia was licking her lips. She knew her nub was already engorged and soon enough his tongue found it and played with it mercilessly, then glided down to explore inside her, licking the whole of her entrance, while his nose kept nudging at her red, throbbing bud. She was having spasms, her hands grabbed his as the tip of his tongue found her spot and teased it until she convulsed and her release flowed in his mouth. He returned to the junction of her lips, to keep her flowing, delighting in her taste. She was having spasms again, biting one of her fingers not to scream. A few other men had done this to her, but she was always vaguely annoyed by them, despite the physical arousal; there was always a cool, artificial flame, but this… this burning was hot and exquisite.

Before she opened her eyes again, the remaining sparks fed the flames in Bane's eyes, and he drove inside her and quickly came himself. He had been struggling not to unravel during the experience, which was as overwhelming for him as it was for her. He had endured so he could fill her as she filled him. He didn't let himself be completely drained and immediately retracted and went back down so that, in the most unique experience, he tasted them together. He came up for air again, then plunged back deeply into her and brought her to sit on his lap, still connected, and he joined his mouth to hers. Their chests pressed together tightly, for the first time completely eliminating any space between them. They kissed until their fire was snuffed out and they were left with the warm embers of the afterglow.

They both opened their eyes, for they hadn't needed to look at each other to imagine their kiss tonight. Talia broke their very real kiss and breathlessly grabbed the watch to look at the time. Incredibly, they still had almost two minutes left. Their fire had burned so fierce, it had been over in a flash. She had never seen her lover smile so contently, had never seen him have such a glowing aura after bliss.

She went to grab the mask to be ready once the time was done. She held it between them and looked at him, while he caressed her back. She gently cleaned his mouth and put the mask back on before she saw pain in his eyes. She kept her body close to his chest and followed as he lay on his back on the rug. She held her hands to his collarbone and put her chin on the muzzle of his mask, looking at him with a smile. "It was worth the wait."

His big hand took one of hers and squeezed it, then his eyes blinked in agreement.