Author: Becky

Title: There Is More Than One Way To skin A Bat.

Summary: A leather suit gets more than one type of christening. Chloe/Bruce

Disclaimer: The characters etc are not owned by myself own the words that follow.

"Talc"

"Sorry" I replied

"Talc, in all the right places.........does the job admirably"

"Now, just what exactly are we talking about here Mr Wayne" Was just about the only response I could manage to pour from my lips before they combusted from the heat being generated from his proximity.

That and the fact that the five rather large glasses' of vodka tonic (with lime if you please) were running through this reporter/watchtower/hacker/sidekick/or whatever was required's bloodstream like Bart's feet on a very fine day.

"I thought you prided yourself on the agile nature of your wit or are the synaptic pathways just a little too much under liquid influence this evening Miss Sullivan?"

HA! No one can get the better of Chloe Sullivan even if she is just a little inebriated and thinking about herself to herself in the third person!

Forgoing my attempt to relieve myself of the tight black leather suit that tonight had received it's official christening, I stridently slinked towards the individual whose smirk no longer just covered his eye's. It didn't take more than ten steps to be within a proximity where I knew my breath could be felt brushing against his own. Black leather poured against soft and freshly laundered cotton, leather boots flirted with delicately peach painted toenails, and lips lay a whisper away from touch.

Close enough to sense the quickening of pulse and the flicker of tongue over drying lips. The dilation of pupil, a tensing of muscle that was a reaction to my presence and no other. Even without Clark's talent's I was a woman who knew that in this time and this place I was the one who affected the Bat.

KISS: 1. To make or give salutation with the lips in token of love, respect

Friction of touch, a sensitivity of a particular kind, I was always amazed how it seemed to be so simply defined, when to me it was the epitome of indescribable.

Certainly with this man, like no other before him.

Taking the upper hand I let my gloved hands rise to rest against the stubble that was ghosting under my fingers. Pressing my hips into his own I felt the evidence that he was very markedly affected by me.

Eyes opened and green reflected brown, smile, and sex. Making love was for another occasion, red hot, blood quickening, erotic dream fulfilling sex was clearly on the cards now.

Buttons broke and cleanly laundered met dirty floor. Stubble met soft skin, vodka laced breath mixed with freshly minted, and a woman in charge who clearly knew her man sucked the breath out in a kiss with a man who at this time and this place was certainly not getting the last word.

Stepping back, my breath still within kissing distance of his own I allowed my lips to form a deliberate smirk of my own. With a finale of one last roughly taken kiss I turn and exit the room.

Because as this woman knows: There are more way's than words to skin a cat.........sorry......... BAT!