The Lamborghini pulled up at the restaurant right at 5:15. At first, Selina was curious as to why they were eating dinner an hour earlier than they usually did, but quickly caught on when Bruce replied with a scarlet blush, "Well, I thought that if we ate a bit earlier, we'd have more...time at the, uh, hotel." She simply smiled and kissed his cheek. He was so charming when he blushed. Bruce crawled out of the car and extended his hand for her, laughing as he did so. Selina hesitantly slid her hand into his-no matter how long she had dated him, she knew that she would never get used to these gestures-and reluctantly let him help her out. Bruce kicked the car door shut with his foot. "Make sure you lock it," Selina reminded him, wrapping her arm around his shoulders.

"Yes mam," Bruce teased, but he locked the car anyways. "So...you excited for tonight?" He placed his left arm on her right shoulder, tugging her body closer to his. Selina giggled, and this took them both by surprise.

"Of course," she whispered, but her voice was drowned out by the laughs and yells of several people around them as soon as they entered the restaurant. A woman with short crimson hair pulled back in a bun greeted them, directing them to a table with an orange candle in the middle of it. Bruce pulled out a chair for Selina, and as she slid into hit, he kissed her neck before whispering in her ear. "I knew you'd look hot in that dress." Selina tried her best to contain her smile.

She watched him, lightly tapping her fingers against the table. All it took was a simple wave of his hand for a waitress to rush over to their table, take their orders, and scurry off. "You know," she began, slipping her hand into Bruce's. "I never thought I'd be in a restaurant with somebody as...sexy as you." Bam. Selina knew that this would catch him off guard, which was just what she wanted. And she grinned when she watched him open his mouth once, then snap it shut just as fast, knowing she had succeeded. "And I can't even begin to imagine how hot you look underneath that suit, but...I guess we'll just have to wait for tonight..."

"I guess so," Bruce agreed. Selina smiled, tucking her hair behind her ears with her free hand. "Or maybe not." Selina couldn't help but perk up at the hint of mischief in his voice. "If you wanted to...we could just, uh, leave, and head to the hotel earlier."

Selina didn't even respond; she rose to her feet, tugging at her shawl, and ran out of the restaurant. Bruce knew to follow her, and he did so, chuckling to himself. And the firecracker has been lit, he thought, catching up to her. She was sitting on the hood of the Lamborghini, awaiting his arrival. She grinned happily as he wrapped his strong arms around her, scooping her off the car and holding her. She ran her fingers down his back, feeling his strong muscles as he gently placed her on the ground. And although she had promised herself that there would be no kissing until they made it to the hotel, Selina stood up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his.

God, it was amazing. It always was. The way his toned arms wrapped around her waist, the way their tongues danced together. Bruce smiled against her lips, pressing her back against the car. His hands travelled up and down her left leg as she wrapped it around him. "Let's..." he panted, reluctantly pulling away. "We should get to the..." He knew what he wanted to say; Selina knew too. But neither of them wanted to break away.

"I know."

"But I just-"

"I know. Maybe we should-"

"I know."

"Dammit, Selina, what don't you know?" Bruce smiled. "Okay. Okay." It took them both a great amount of effort to pry themselves away. Selina turned to open the door, letting out a sigh. "What is it?" Bruce asked, suddenly concerned. Maybe she doesn't want to go to a hotel. She didn't seem overly convinced when I ran the idea by her earlier. "Do you not want to go? I can just cancel the room." He shoved his hand into his pant pocket, fishing around for his phone.

"No," Selina said suddenly. "I want to go. I really, really want to. I mean, we haven't had a night completely alone since...I don't even know when. And Bruce, you don't even have the slightest idea as to how much I am dying to have sex with you. Like, seriously." They both blushed here. She's so hot! Bruce smiled. "But..." her voice trailed off, her eyes lost somewhere far behind him.

He waited a moment. "But?" he asked, trying to get her attention again. He loved the spark in her eyes when she refocused on him. It was like when he flicked the television on and there was a moment of static before the program loaded. Just another thing I love about her. He frequently wondered how many things she liked about him, but always concluded that it didn't matter, that there would have to be a lot if she had willingly stuck with him for this long.

"But I just don't want to wait." Like always, her reply took him by surprise. "I don't want to wait, Bruce. I've waited too long and I just...you know what? Just drive fast." Selina opened the car door, sliding into the front seat. Bruce walked around the car and sat down in front of the wheel.

"You know what?"

"What?"

"I don't want to wait either. Lucky for you, Miss Kyle, I know a shortcut. We'll be there in three minutes. Five minutes, tops." He began to speed away, but not before he caught her smiling out of the corner of his eye.

They drove in comfortable silence. Selina gazed out of the window, counting in her mind as the minutes past by. Two and a half...two and three quarters...three... She couldn't help but laugh when they pulled up in the parking lot of the hotel, right when she reached three. The two of them met each other's gaze for a moment, before unbuckling their seatbelts and bursting out of the car, racing each other to the entrance. Selina was so caught up in beating him that she nearly missed the beautiful sign that read in sparkling letters, La Luna.Bruce had reached her just as she bolted through the entrance, and he was fast enough to catch the end of her joyful laugh.

He was letting her win, they both knew that. But what Selina didn't bother to consider was that to get into the room, she needed a key. And to get a key, she would have to check in at the front desk as Bruce Wayne. She was good at disguises, he would admit that, but nobody would believe that she was him. Out of breath, he reached the desk. "Wayne. Room 214." He held his hand out as the lady babbled on about something, but he was busy watching Selina. She stood near the elevator, her shawl balled up in her hands. When their eyes met, she smiled her most genuine smile, one that only occurred when she was truly excited. He felt the lady slip a small envelope into his hand and didn't even bother to look at it before he raced up to her.

The elevator door dinged, swinging open. They both stepped inside and the door was still wide open when Selina pinned Bruce against the wall, kissing him. He laughed and was just about to pick her up when the door swung open again. He groaned, watching her skip off happily. "You know you need a key, right?" he yelled, triumphantly waving the key above his head. She froze. She retreated back to him, leaning against the wall as he fumbled with the key, jamming it into the lock. The door opened after a couple of tries, and he hoisted her off of the ground, running inside the room like a little boy.

As she kicked the door shut with her heel, one thought was running through both of their minds. This is gonna be the best night ever.