That One Phone Call
BruceDiana

A/N: Have any of you wondered, in the JLU episode, Divided We Fall, why Bruce gave Diana his phone number and why Diana looked at him seductively when she replied, "I think so."? This is my very own take as to why. Hope you guys enjoy!

"You guys can handle this," Batman said, looking at Diana as they stood on stage while Superman explained the new proposed Justice League embassy on earth. "I've got work back in Gotham. You've got my number."

"I think so," Diana smiled at him, eyes looking seductively,

He walked away as Diana gazed at him with a smug look on her face.

A couple of months later…

Diana sat down on her bed in her New York apartment all clad in her black lingerie. She brushed her fingertips on a small white card, smiling to herself when she remembered the day she got it from him. Flipping it on the back, she smiled at the message written in his handwriting.

You know how to reach me – B

It was his personal phone number.

She glanced out the window, wondering where he was that day. It was their day-off, but they were not spending it together.

A few months passed since they were not assigned in the same mission and Bruce was quite busy in the construction of the new JL Embassy and with the hiring of the new staff on the embassy and in the Watchtower. She too had been busy with her diplomatic duties in the Themyscirian embassy.

With that, they rarely saw each other.

She decided that she wanted to see him, have a cup of coffee with him.

Diana grabbed the phone from her nightstand and pressed the first three buttons of his number but began hesitating.

What was she going to tell him?

She immediately put down the phone and leaned back against her chair with a deep sigh.

Diana then remembered what Dinah and Shayera told her a couple of days ago.

"Why don't you take it up a notch and have phone sex?"

Diana blushed at the thought before shaking her head to get rid of the dirty thoughts that began to plague her mind.

She hopped off the bed before heading to the small kitchen and poured herself a glass of red wine.

After drinking a couple of glasses, she decided to head back to bed.

Her thoughts drifted back to Bruce, making her feel heated and in the mood.

Glancing back at the phone, she gave a devilish smirk.

Bruce rested his chin on his hand, getting bored as he listened to the board of directors exchanging their opinions about the proposed takeover of DaxStar Incorporated.

All heads turned to him when his phone rang loudly.

"Sorry," he apologized before he glanced at the caller ID.

He was surprised to see Diana's name appear on the screen.

"Just take that call here, Mr. Wayne. We don't want you pulling off your disappearing acts again," Mr. Fox smirked at him before addressing to the blonde woman on his left.

Bruce nodded before greeting firmly, "Bruce Wayne speaking."

"Oh," Diana moaned, her voice a tone lower than usual, "no need to be formal with me, Bruce."

Bruce swallowed the lump that formed under his throat at the sound of her moan, "Ms. Prince, it's nice to hear from you."

She laughed throatily, "What happened to calling me 'Princess', Bruce?"

"Well, I'm in a middle of a meeting, Ms. Prince," Bruce chuckled, glancing at the board members, "How are you doing, by the way? I haven't spoken to you in a while."

"I'm in my apartment, lying here in bed, clad in my lingerie, thinking about you taking it off for me."

Bruce adjusted his red tie when he began to imagine Diana all clad in black silk lingerie, her finger teasing him to come hither, her seductive look making it more difficult to focus.

"I can just imagine you trailing kisses from my neck, to my breasts. You part my long legs and you rip my panties apart. Finally you slip down and start pleasuring my―" She gasped before moaning in delight.

Bruce imagined Diana pleasuring herself, cupping her breast with one hand while the other hand rolled and tugged her pink nipples with her finger and thumb, whimpering from the tension building inside her.

Bruce groaned silently before clearing his throat when a board member glanced at him in wonder.

"I'd be very pleased to do that for you, Ms. Prince," he smirked to himself.

"Oh, but you won't stop there, Mr. Wayne," she giggled, "you slip two of your fingers in me, thrusting it inside me slowly. You lean your scrumptious body on to me, whispering to me how much you want me, how much you want to make love to me."

Bruce covered up his pants with his free hand, his sweat gleaming from what Diana was doing to him. Damn, if only he could get out of the boardroom.

He could imagine Diana biting down her luscious ruby lips, eyes closed, caressing herself, hands travelling down to her core.

"What else shall I do, Ms. Prince?"

Diana lets out a heavy breath, "Your hand moves faster and faster inside me until I come. Once you've fulfilled that for me, I wrap my legs around you and turn the tables."

Bruce inhaled a sharp breath. He ran his fingers through his hands.

Mr. Fox held up a finger silently, turning his head a bit to the board members.

"Hold that thought, Ms. Prince."

"Mr. Wayne, we've decided to approve the takeover of DaxStar Incorporated. I hope you are on the same page as we are," Mr. Jefferson spoke in a serious tone, eyeing Bruce intently.

Bruce could hear Diana's faint moans as he put the phone over his shoulder, "Of course, I am. Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, meeting adjourned."

With that, the board members dispersed themselves from the meeting room. Mr. Fox nodded to him before he headed out of the meeting room, leaving Bruce alone.

"You were saying, Princess?" He spoke in his deep baritone voice.

Diana chuckled, stifling a soft moan, "I'd straddle you between my hips, leave wet kisses on your neck. I'd bite down your shoulder, leaving a mark that signifies you're mine. I slowly trace each scar on your chest with languid kisses down to your navel until I reach your rigid length."

Bruce unbuttoned his pants, placing his hand inside until he gripped his length, slowly stroking it up and down.

"Just like in your wildest fantasies, I'd take all of you in me, licking you and up and down until you come. Once that's done, I straddle you again and slowly you fill me with that delicious length of yours. I rise up and down in a slow motion, my hands resting against your chest, my fingers grazing your firm abdomen.

"Hmmm," Bruce moaned deep in his throat, eyes closed as he imagined Diana in his arms that moment.

"We both move faster, I arch myself closer to you, my breasts against your hard chest. I feel myself tighten in the core, you feel so good inside me."

"Princess," he groaned, pacing his touch on himself.

"Bruce," Diana moaned.

Soon enough, they both reached their climax. Both were left catching their breaths, still in bliss as they pleased each other despite the lack of physical contact.

"Did you like that, Bruce?" Diana asked, her voice sounding so teasing.

"I did, in fact," he stood up from his seat, zipping his pants up, "I'm heading to your apartment right now."

Diana moaned in delight, "I can't wait for you."

"I'm going to ravish you, Princess," he wolfishly grinned.

"I kinda like this personal hotline of yours," Diana chuckled in delight.

"For supposed emergency use only, Princess," Bruce laughed.

END (?)