Selina wakes up, her hands sweaty, and her lower regions sore.
Stark naked, she stares at the ceiling. She groans a bit, rolling around a bit in her covers. It stinks of sex and sweat. The brunette brushes her hair out of her face. She throws the covers to the other side of the bed, and notices he isn't there.
She doesn't worry. Instead, saunters naked to the window and opens up the curtains, letting a nice, much-needed stream of sunlight flow in. Selina puts on a black satin robe, which of course, she stole and walks into her kitchen, her hips swaying.
There's the bastard, drinking coffee next to the sink, with his bathrobe already on.
"Good morning, Mr. Wayne." she purrs into his ear.
He sighs into her neck, handing her a warm red mug of coffee. "You're still supposed to be asleep." Taking a sip, she replies, "You're still supposed to be dead." Bruce grunts, and knowing he's beaten, the former playboy-billionare sits at the table drinking his coffee.
"Do you feel like going out today?" he asks, while Selina takes a seat herself.
"Not really, I feel a little bit dirty, if you know what I mean." She loosens her bathrobe a little bit, revealing a fair amount of cleavage.
Bruce smiles a wry grin and replies, "I think I know exactly what you mean." He takes another gulp of his coffee, and says, "But I thought you wanted that whip." Her lips curve into a smile.
"Excited?" she teases affectionately, finishing the rest of her coffee. "Hardly." he replies, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Have you taken a shower yet?" he asks, and she shakes her head.
"Do you want to..."
He raises an eyebrow. "This early in the morning?" Selina smiles. "Chicken." she teases, patting his lower regions. Bruce lifts her up, marriage style and walks over to their bathroom. Stripping her of her bathrobe, she sighs and puts her arms around his neck.
"I guess we're both-"
"Suckers then."
Note: It's been a looong time since I've posted.
I love Cat/Bat, even before the movie. So anyway, expect more!