*Comes into the room* Hey guys! It's little old me again. I got to thinking about how close Bruce and Clark are with their friendship and I thought, 'what if there was a woman that they both wanted?!' And thus, the story I'm you are reading was born.
"You're late Miss Harrison." Bruce informs me as I run through the office doors.
"Sorry Sir, traffic was slow." I reply as I put my papers on the desk. I turn around and see him leaning against the door, which was closed.
"Traffic, huh?" He chuckles and walks over to his desk, a bit further away from mine.
"Yeah." I reply and sit in my seat. I turn my computer on and log on before I notice that I've forgot to get my coffee.
"I'll be right back Sir." I say as I dash out of the room and head back down to my car, which was parked like nine blocks away. I get to my car and unlock it. My coffee sat on the passenger seat. I grab it and nearly drop it when I turn around and see Bruce right behind me.
"Sir, what you doing here?" I ask him and he looks over the road to something.
"I don't like the way that man keeps looking at you." He replies and I turn to see my ex.
"Oh, don't worry about him. His just John, my ex." I shrug my shoulders and start to walk back to work.
"So, what? He stalks you and you don't report him to the police?" Bruce asks me as he walks with me.
"Kind of. I have reported him to the police but they never did any thing. Said that there was bigger crimes than stalking." I reply and sip my coffee. We were half way back when Bruce holds me by my waist.
"What are you doing?" I ask him and he tightens his grip on me.
"John doesn't seem to like me holding you. He's backing off." Bruce whispers in my ear and I see him smirk.
We get back to the office and I get to doing my paper work and Bruce does... whatever Bruce Wayne does. About an hour later, flowers arrive for me and I swear I hear Bruce growl.
"Who they from?" He asks me in his casual tone.
"John, he must really want me back. Listen to this, 'My heart bleeds for you, I just wish you would understand me too. You're beautiful and talented, you deserve the world and more. I love you from my core.'" I reply and Bruce looks disgusted so I turn back to my work. It's nice of John to have got me flowers, maybe I should consider taking him back.
"You seem distracted by the flowers." Bruce knocks me from my line of thought and I notice he was stood in front of my desk. Well, leant against it.
"Oh no, I was just thinking is all." I reply and put the flowers on the floor and that's when I feel strange to be near Bruce.
"You seem a little tense. What's on your mind?" He asks me when I sit back up.
"Nothing, just stressed out from work." I lie and then continue to type on my keyboard. Bruce holds my hands and I look up at him. His deep blue eyes set into me and I inhale deeply.
"You sure? I can give you some time off." He offers and moves my hair away from my face.
"No I'm good." I reply and take my hands back and put them in my lap. I look at him more and then I just pounce. I lean over the desk and pull him by his collar in a lip battle. I hold his collar and he holds the back of my head. He nips at my bottom lip and I moan into his mouth. Bruce pulls me over the desk and leans me against it while holding me by my hips.
"You... are one... hot woman." Bruce grunts in between our lips. He grips the bottom of my dress when the door knocks. He lets my lips go but still holds on to my dress.
"Who is it?" He yells to the person at the door.
"I'm here to see Rose." John replies. I curse quietly to myself and Bruce's jaw clenches.
"She's not here." Bruce replies and then brings his lips to my neck.
"Funny, because it looks like she's here." John says and I turn to see him in the room. I hide my face in Bruce's chest and blush like crazy.
"What the fuck Rose?! You choose this piece of shit over me?!" John shouts and luckily the door was closed, but I bet everyone still heard it.
"This piece of shit has ears, you know. And I think it best if you leave, John." Bruce says and turns to face him. John looks at me then walks out, slamming the door behind him.
"He deserves to be in Arkham with that temper of his." Bruce all but growls.
"Bruce, do you mind letting my dress go. I think that's what he meant." I say as I look down at his hands. He pulls away his hands and sits back at his desk. I get back to my work and some time during it, I fall asleep.
"Rose?" Bruce asks me. I look up and see Bruce stood over my desk.
"Oh, sorry Sir." I reply as I sit up. I look at the clock and see that it's midnight, already?
"Rose, do you need a lift home? I can have Dick come and pick your car up." He offers me. I stand up and stretch my arms and body.
"No it's fine. I can make my own way home." I reply and put up the flowers and my bag.
"I'll walk you to your car. It's the least I can do if you won't let me drive you home." Bruce says as he walks with me to my car.
"You going to be okay? You know, with John and every thing?" He asks me as I put the flowers and my bag in the back seat.
"Yeah, I had my locks on my door changed so he can't get in." I reply and open my car door. I freeze when I meet his gaze again. Something about him just makes me want to be near him. Something uncontrollable that pulls me towards him.
"Do you... want to come round my house with me? You know, just in case John got in some how." I ask him and my insides burn with hope.
"If it makes you feel safer, then okay." He replies and then gets in the other side of the car. I get in the car and start to drive to my apartment.
"How long have you and John been apart?" Bruce asks me suddenly and I remember painful memories from when we were together. He didn't hurt me or any thing, it's just what happened to make us be together.
"Two months." I reply and grip tighter onto the steering wheel. Bruce puts a hand on mine and I shiver from his touch.
"What happened between you two?" He asks me as he starts to stroke my knuckles with his thumb.
"I just broke up with him. I didn't feel as though he actually loved me." I reply and park the car outside my apartment. I get my bag and flowers and Bruce takes the flowers from my hands and carries them up to my apartment door. I unlock the door and flip the switch for the lights on. My place is small but it has everything I need, food, water, a bed.
"Where do you want me to put these flowers?" Bruce asks me and I lead him to my small kitchen. He puts them on the table and then comes over to counter, when I'm making us coffee. I give him his cup and then we go back to the living room. I sit on my couch, after kicking off my heels, pull my legs up so that I could sit on them. Bruce sits across from me and crosses his legs and holds his cup of coffee in his lap.
"You going to be okay here now?" He asks me and puts a hand on my leg.
"I should be fine, but something tells me he won't be happy knowing I had Bruce Wayne around my apartment." I laugh after the last part and Bruce joins my laughter.
"Well it's his loss. I don't see why anyone would want to lose you." He makes me blush and we both lean forward, slowly, teasingly. This kiss was nothing like the one this morning. This one actually had meaning behind it, not just a one off. Slow, intense and out right amazing.
"Do you want to go in the bedroom?" I ask him as I rest my forehead against his and pant for air.
"Lead the way beautiful." He tells me.