A/N: Thank you everyone. Thank you for reading my original story and for now clicking on this one. This is a continuation of Will Bruce Ever be Happy. He and Diana are now married and decide that they want to be close to each other in a more intimate way than just hugging, kissing, and cuddling. Please no rude comments or reviews. If you don't like the sound of this, you can go ahead and leave this story or read till it starts getting passionate. BTW, this fanfic mentions 3 songs; 'Turn Me On' by David Guetta and Nicki Minaj, 'Gold Trans Am' by Ke$ha, and 'Only Girl (in the World)' by Rihanna. Look those up, and you'll understand the point of me mentioning them. ; p


UPDATE 9/23/16-

I took Raven and Dick out of this story and replaced them with Shayera and John. They didn't fit in with What Makes Bruce Happy. It just wasn't working out right, so I changed it.

Thx!

AMM


~Diana's POV~

Today is the 1-year anniversary for Bruce and I. We married 1 year ago on the 26 of July, under the stars. We married at night, around 9, which was the time he proposed at. We had the wedding and ceremony in the Manor's backyard. Bruce was a little worried at first. He didn't want people finding any entrances to the Batcave, but eventually gave in when I gave him this look. We covered it all up anyway to make it look like an area that just happened to be under the manor.

Bruce and I just got back from an awesome movie. It was very romantic and afterwards, we took a peaceful walk through Central Park, not a care in the world.

Bruce and I had our wedding, honeymoon, and anniversary off from crime fighting. Clark sent Shayera, Wally, and John over since they were currently doing nothing big. We had offered to let them stay in the manor, but they all politely refused and preferred to stay in a hotel. Bruce and I tried to argue with them, saying we had the room, but they wouldn't agree, saying they were intruding. We eventually dropped it after we realized they weren't going to change their minds.

Shayera, Wally, and John had all left some stuff with us when they first arrived and asked if Bruce get it to the hotel as they left for patrol. Bruce agreed and they left, leaving to go save Gotham from whatever crime wanted to reek havoc on Bruce's, and now has become mine as well, beloved city.

Bruce called the hotel, wanting them to come pick up the bags and obviously, problems arose, as Bruce's voice rose.

The sexual tension between Bruce and I has been bad lately. Alfred left on a weekend stay up in Metropolis. He went up there to take tours of the new museums. Bruce and I gave him a load of tickets to get backstage and stuff for his birthday this past year. He decided to use it during our anniversary so that we could have the house to ourselves. Bruce and I knew that we have wanted each other badly lately. I think we both did a sigh of relief on the inside when we were given this information by Alfred.

The sexual tension between us was so strong; it was almost hard to be in the same room. We haven't done anything sexual since we got back from out honeymoon 9 months ago. The honeymoon was 3 months long. I t was great. We went all over the place.

Bruce started to leave the room. Before he left though, I pulled out my phone and put on music. The same music played at our wedding when we had the first dance. Bruce stopped at this and I watched him take a deep breath and then turn around to look at me. I start walking towards him as he starts walking towards me. We meet in the middle and just start dancing. We don't care that we're in the living room. I open my mouth to ask when the person who was picking up Shayera, Wally, and John's bag was going to be there. He beat me to it though.

"He'll be here in about 5 minutes, traffic permitting. I told him just come in and get the bags then leave.' I stop dancing and look at him with a stern look, as if to say 'that wasn't a very nice thing to say', but Bruce just pulled me to him and we started dancing again and he said, "I know, I know, but I told him I'd tip the person who got the bags if they just came, picked up the bags, and left." He says this with a smirk on his face.

"Of course you did." Bruce always does this if he doesn't want to be bothered. I lean up to kiss him and he bends his head since he still have his shoes on, while I don't. I took them off when we got in the car because they were killing my feet. Bruce just ended up carrying me inside and probably would've done so even if I had left my shoes on.

I start bringing my head closer, trying to get taller on my tiptoes and when we're centimeters apart, his phone goes off. He sighs and drops his head to where my mouth is level to the crown of his head. I give a quick kiss on the head then move his face to where my mouth is back to being almost level with his. "Voicemail," I tell him. "Ok," he responds. His phone turns off and stops ringing and then when we're about to kiss and it goes off again.

"I guess someone really wants to talk to you," I mumble.

"Yeah, I guess."

He pulls away and the song on my phone ends. He walks away with his phone and I wait to see what else will come on. Then 'Turn Me On' David Guetta and Nicki Minaj comes on. I run over to the phone to try and get it to change. Then I hear Bruce come back towards the living room. He's still talking, though. He peeks his head around the corner and gives me this look like, 'What are you trying to do here?' It looks like a mixture between confusion and seduction. I blush and go back to trying to get the phone to switch.

I finally get it to switch and then 'Gold Trans Am' by Ke$ha comes on and now I'm seriously freaking out. It's really loud too. I hear Bruce hang up the phone and I'm to the point that I'm trying to get my phone to just completely power off. I don't see or hear Bruce come in and I start to calm down, thinking that it'll turn off before he comes in. Little did I know that he was right behind me.

"Well, Princess," he says making me jump. "Interesting choice of music. Are you trying to tell me something? Is there something else you are wanting to do before the night ends?" Damn, he's taking this a lot better than I would have. I turn around and look at him.

"Well, maybe. Wait, it was definitely not my fault. I had the r…r…radio turned on, …on," Oh no, I was starting to stutter. It was probably because he was getting really close. "I… I thought y…you liked those songs?"

"I do, Princess, but you didn't answer any of my questions. You just blamed the poor phone." I think he knows there is still something we have left to do but I also think I don't want to let him win. I take a deep breath and try to regain my cool.

"Who was on the phone?" I ask trying to back up, but make it look casual.

"The hotel. They weren't sure where the bags were going to be, so I put them out on the steps and told them to just ring the doorbell once they had the bags. And by the sounds of it," the doorbell rings, long and sort of eerie sounding. "But you're avoiding my questions."

"I am not. I'm just making sure it wasn't… important." I say, not sure where I was really going with that.

"You are and it obviously wasn't, it was just the hotel people being deaf and not listening to me the first time."

"I'm not and you don't need to call people stupid just because they didn't understand your orders."

"I feel pretty tired and since you obviously have nothing else you want to do tonight, I am just going to go upstairs and get ready for bed. Night," he says, kissing me on the cheek and starting to walk away. I see him readjust his pants, though, when he thinks I must not be looking.

My phone decides to turn back on and on comes 'Only Girl (in the World)' by Rihanna.

"Oh Come on!" I yell. Bruce turns around and looks at me with a wild look of desire in his eyes. I look up and decide it's time to cut the games.

"I think there is something else to do tonight, and it has to do with the reason why your pants are so uncomfortable." I whisper the last part as he starts coming closer.

He gets up to me and…