TC Stark: So, I wanted to say I know in the last and this chapter Bane may seem a little too mellow, but I don't believe he's some crazy psycho killer that always needs to kill people. He's a man who likes the finer things in life lol But, he will return to the Bane we all love very soon! I am so happy everyone likes the story and I'm so happy to keep writing Leyla and Bane! I do picture Tom Hardy in my head, but I keep reminding myself its Bane lol whenever I write I always try and picture his voice speaking. Also, he's still bald lol That helps lol Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I only own Leyla and my ideas!
Chapter Two
Bane felt tears. Not his, but hers. They trickled down his thumbs, as her arms hung around his strong shoulders. Leyla's lips had touched the skin of his neck, but that couldn't compare to the feel of his lips on her own. When in the Pit, he had been a young man. Perhaps far too young to have been with a woman beforehand. Not that he even remembered. And after he left hell, his mouth was covered by the mask. Removing it hadn't ever been a thought. The pain would be too much.
It was intoxicating. The moisture of her lips. The soft texture. All enticing. In that moment, he felt a burst of energy transferring through them. It was so much more than just a kiss. It was an expression. It was something they were sharing. Bane felt every emotion Leyla was feeling and became drawn to it. He needed more of her.
When Bane pulled in a deep groan, his full mouth parted slightly. Leyla had assumed that it had been a while since he was able to kiss someone, if he had ever been able to at all. With this in mind, the tip of her tongue gently guided along his bottom lip. Feeling him out. Allowing him to enjoy every new sensation he was experiencing.
Bane needed more. He almost hungrily widened his mouth and reached in with his tongue. The moment the two made contact, he let out another moan. It was an arousing sensation. One that was hard to describe. He was slowly becoming addicted to the feel and taste of the inside of her mouth. Part of him disappointed that he had to wait so long, to experience this.
Leyla could feel the energy coming off of Bane. The hunger for her lips. This could have possibly been his first kiss ever. It had been a while for her as well. While she had made out with Barsard, it was simply what two people did when they had sex. It was harsh and mechanical. There wasn't any emotion behind it. She couldn't remember the last time she had craved a man's lips before, as much as she craved his.
When her arms tightened around his strong neck, she felt his arms wrap around her waist and pull her closer. Leyla held the back of Bane's head, as her pelvis rubbed against his arousal. Feeling him hard against her caused her to let out a moan, enticed that he was so turned on. Last year, he had set her free. Now, it was her turn.
Feeling restless, she moved her hands down his front, until reaching the base of his shirt. They broke only for a second, to take his shirt off before resuming. While he was unconscious, the staff was assigned to take turns working his limbs out. He may have been sentenced to Blackgate, but they didn't want him immobile.
Her fingers could feel the tightening, in the muscles; of his stomach. His body still massive and solid. The feel of her hands roaming around his body forced his pelvis to push forward, needing her closer to him. With no effort, he scooped her up and headed towards the bedroom. He need her completely, with nothing in their way.
Bane hadn't bothered to even look around the five star bedroom, as he placed Leyla's body down on the large bed. Her back arched, in anticipation of his weight on top of her. Her legs opened; almost begging to feel him against her. She let out a small whimper, when his lips didn't return to hers. Though, quickly gasped when his full lips traveled to her cheek, her chin, to her exposed neck.
Having use of his lips, Bane wanted to feel every inch of her skin with them. Despite not having used them, on anyone; for the majority of his life, he acted completely out of instinct. He did whatever he would have done to her, if he hadn't been restricted to the mask. His full lips opened and sucked at her nape, while his hands glided up her thighs. They moved up, until they tucked under her dress and pulled at the sheer stockings.
"You shouldn't cover your scars, love," He breathed huskily into her ear, "Rather, show the world you are a survivor. A warrior."
Leyla's breath hitched in the back of her throat, as she felt his face lowering. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip and her hands gripped at the sheets, as his face became dangerously close to her clothed sex. She could practically feel him on her, as her hips pushed up in anticipation. Bane couldn't help, but smirk as his teeth lashed out and grabbed his mound.
Leyla gave out a gasp that settled once his head started to lift with his hands. His thumbs pushed up the fabric of her dress, as his lips placed light kisses all along her torso. Even on the scar on her ribcage. In that moment, she was overwhelmed with the tender care he was giving. Soon, the dress was off her and her back arched, so that he was able to reach back and unhook her bra.
Her nipples were hard, before his mouth even went to suck on the left one. They were erect and excited. Anyone in her position would think that the larger man had had plenty of experience. Her body was warm, overwhelmed with arousal. With the need to have him inside her, she lifted her hips and practically whimpered.
The lashing of his tongue, against her right nipple; was sending her mind into a tailspin. The anticipation was almost painful. Excruciating. Bane must have heard her whimpers, as he teased, "Is that anyway to be heard?"
Another challenge. Always. Overwhelmed with arousal, she moaned, "You're cruel."
"I've been told that before."
Bane's tongue flicked against the base of her breast, as he moved his face down. The tips of his fingers gliding down the sides of her body. Suddenly, her body tensed and she started to become nervous, as his fingers gently pulled her underwear off her. Her shaven void was so close to his face that she could feel his hot breath. He could smell the faint aroma of her womanhood. It had been so long since a man had done this to her.
The feel of his lips tracing along her scar eased her body, feeling much more relaxed. That was until his tongue flicked against her clit. Then every nerve became awake. Instantly, her hands reached up to grab onto the bed's bars, as he slowly took her sex into his mouth. Bane may have never done this before, but his primal instincts were guiding him. Letting him know where to move him tongue, when to suck in, and how to move his lips.
Bane enjoyed the taste of Leyla's womanhood. His mouth moved almost hungrily, slipping his tongue inside of her as his mouth continued to pull her clit into his mouth. He could feel her writhe under him, every nerve of her vagina sensitive to him. Her moisture coated his mouth and her stomach was tightening from the unbearable ecstasy she felt.
Leyla had to still herself, from convulsing and jerking forward, from the orgasm that was washing over her. The tip of his tongue flicking against her clit was what sent her over the edge, letting out an unashamed scream. Riding out her climax, Leyla rolled her hips against his mouth as her head hung back in relief.
There wasn't much time, between leaving her sex and diving into her lips. Leyla tasted her own juices and somehow, became even more aroused. Her arms held his shoulders close and her legs linked around his strong waist. It was clear how turned on she was, by the way her feet pushed down the hideous scrubs pants.
A guttural groan seeped from his lips, as he felt her wet lips touch upon the base of his staff. Teasing him. Running her opening along his length, though never allowing him in. Pulling away from her lips, Bane stared deep into her eyes and ran his thumb along her cheek bone, "It isn't nice to tease."
"Who ever said I was nice?" Leyla smirked, almost darkly. The look on her face shockingly sinister, yet a complete turn on.
Bane growled, as his hand reached out and grabbed her bottom to pull her up. Leyla gasped in excitement, as his tip hovered over her entrance. She tried to pull him closer, but he only pulled away. Chuckling lightly, he teased, "It isn't so fun, is it now?"
A deep growl exited her lips, as she pulled his lips down and crashed against him. The very feel of them proved too much for Bane, as he lifted her right leg high and pushed in. Just like the first time, she let out a loud gasp. Her voice became stuck in the back of her throat, as his member pushed deep inside of her, stretching her walls.
Bane didn't know if Leyla had had any sexual encounters, since the last time they had been intimate together; but she was tight. Wanting her to enjoy herself, he reached his hand down and began to play with her sensitive nub. The mere touch of his fingers against her overly sensitive spot caused her body to react, to gently jerk up into him.
Although it was a bit of a tight squeeze, the two soon rolled into a smooth rhythm. Each time he slide inside of her, her breath hitched in anticipation of the pang that she felt when his tip hit her cervix. With their mouths dueling against each other, it became easy to become lost in the the way their hips were moving. To enjoy the way he filled her. To enjoy the weight of his body, as he completely engulfed her.
Their bodies seemed to curve perfectly into each other. His strong arm holding her close; her body cradled within his strong muscles. His other arm held the back of her thigh close, wanting to feel her smooth skin while keeping her hips close. There was no more pain. Only pleasure. Only the heat radiating off the both of them. Her mind was becoming fuzzy and she was getting lost in the sensation.
There was a certain desire burning in her eyes and Bane instantly knew what she wanted to do. Rolling onto his back, his arm held onto her to keep her in place. It was then he saw who Leyla had really become. Free. A phoenix. Her body moved atop him with ease. With confidence that he hadn't seen in her before. Her legs clamped around his, as she leaned back and continued to roll her lower half. Knowing what she wanted and looking to achieve it.
As her back arched, Bane's eyes fixed on the way her small chest popped out. He couldn't help himself. Sitting up, the large man took a nipple in his mouth and began kneading the flesh with his tongue. This seemed to have really pleased her, as she reached back and grabbed hold of her hair and continued to rock on top of him. The way his full lips pressed against the skin between her breasts ignited a fire that caused her to quicken her pace.
Bane could feel the muscles of her vagina tighten around him and as she rode out her second orgasm, he gripped onto her hips and bucked up into her. He was careful not to jab too roughly against her wall, knowing that that kind of violent movement would hurt her more than please her. Though, right now her face was painted with pure ecstasy from finishing that even his massive size didn't faze her. It allowed him to quicken his thrusts, until his seed spilled into her.
The two stayed still for a second, before he gently lifted her almost limp body off him. Leyla felt exhausted. In a good way. Her entire body was weak and she found that even the smallest movement took tremendous effort. With a light huff, she rolled onto her back and ran her hands down her body. Still warm from his heat.
Knowing what she wanted, Bane reached over and picked up the pack of cigarettes that was lying on the table besides the bed. Leyla's blue eyes were fixed on his hands, as they opened the pack and pulled out a single menthol cigarette. They followed his hand as it gently placed the stick between her lips. And the eyes even crossed, as a flame was brought to the tip; waiting for her to breathe in.
As Leyla breathed in the first satisfying breath of tainted air, Bane gently lifted her so that the back of her head rested against his shoulder. Perhaps it was wrong to be lying so comfortably against the man who planned on destroying Gotham, but it felt right. Maybe it was just endorphins. Shutting her eyes, she gently shook her head. She knew it was more.
This was the first time they laid together, without the threat of future death. He wasn't allowing her to lay against him, to gain comfort. Nor was he doing it so she could learn a lesson. Bane was lying next to Leyla because he wanted to. Because it felt right. His body actually had a need to be close to hers, after sex. It was new and almost a bit alarming for him.
"How long will we be staying in France?" Bane finally asked.
Feeling was starting to return to her body, as she continued to puff on her cigarette, "My parents often brought me to France as a child. My mother's parents were from here. My father's family was English. His ancestors settled in the original thirteen colonies. I loved France. We were a family then. I never returned, after mom died."
"So, I'm assuming a while?" He lightly chuckled.
Leyla smartly smirked, while turning to face him, "Well, at least until Gotham forgets about your escape."
Tilting his head curiously, he turned to her, "I would assume that is something the people would talk about for some time."
"You would be amazed at how quickly we recover," Leyla explained, while pausing to take another pull of her cigarette, "I'm sure you have heard of the Joker," Bane nodded, "His big finale was convincing everyone to escape the city, by boats; only to reveal it was all a part of his plan. Each boat had until midnight, to blow the other up; or else they both would be. The police found the Joker hanging upside down off a building. The Batman had stopped his plan."
Taking another moment to take her final puff, before stubbing it out; she continued, "You would think that would be something that would affect the public for years. Once the Joker was in Arkham...everyone seemed to forget he even existed. Gotham...likes to pretend everything is fine. Its the only way we are able to deal with the high crime rates of our city."
Bane mused Leyla's words over for a moment. If Gotham really was able to recover so quickly, from tragedy; then perhaps it would be possible for him to return and continue his work. It had taken years to plan his previous takeover and he knew that he needed more time to figure something out, but it would be easier if he was already in the city.
Finding himself actually running his fingers along her black hair, Bane asked, "Whatever became of Mr. Daggett's mansion?"
At this, she snorted angrily, "I had it knocked down. There was nothing in there, except bad memories. There weren't any photos and I donated all the books to local libraries. Besides that, it was just an empty home."
Bane found himself very proud of her. Since she had taken all of John's money, a part of him thought that perhaps she would lived in his mansion. Rather than return to her previously luxurious lifestyle, she opted to live amongst the poor. To live purely. Despite having endless amounts of money, she wouldn't allow herself to become blinded with wealth. Rather, use her resources intelligently. He was very impressed.
As they continued to lay, his head turned and noticed it was becoming dark out. He hadn't realized what time it was, when he was in the hospital. But, after a seven hour flight and the time it took to get to the hotel, he assumed the day was almost over. Turning back to her, he asked, "Am I confined to the room, similar to the way I would have been in Blackgate?"
Leyla laughed lightly, while stating, "You're Bane. You're allowed to go wherever you please."
"Very good," He smirked, "Then tomorrow I wish to put one of those suits to good use."
There was s low and genuine smile that formed on her lips, as she turned to face him. There was no doubt that a relationship with Bane would not be a normal one. But, they were in a different country and for the time being they would enjoy themselves. Everyone needed a little vacation, even someone like Bane.
"I must admit, I don't know any French." Leyla confessed.
"That is fine. I do."
Raising an eyebrow, she asked, "Do you?"
Bane smirked and nodded, "I have lived many lives, my dear."
