Disclaimer : I do not own any of these characters, which are based on Christopher Nolan's TDKR.

Author's note: I am back from vacation. I got a request on Tumblr to write about Bane and Talia making love in the water so I thought it would go well in Moments of Eternity. Since they are all separate scenes, the are not in chronological order (for example, in my mind, Chapter 1 - A fierce Fire happened after Chapter 2 - In Sickness). This story doesn't have a particular determined time.

I hope you enjoy!


III. Waves of Desire

Talia started running towards her imposing opponent. She used his bended knee as a step to push herself on his back and wrap her free leg around his waist, while her fist prepared to punch the side of his skull.

The large man was swifter than his size would conceivably allow and he countered by grabbing her wrist before her knuckles hit his head. He easily flipped her over his shoulder and grabbed her waist to press her against him and lock her in his arms. Talia quickly shimmied her hips, bumping against his groin, then pushed her knees up before she hit his leg with both feet. His foot slid in the sand and they both toppled forward. His muscular right arm darted towards the ground to hold up his torso before he crushed her.

She had fallen face down, but she turned on her back underneath him. She was out of breath and had a large smile stretching across her face, knowing it was the brush of her body that had made him lose his footing."Had I thrown sand in your face, I would have had you," she declared triumphantly though she was pinned down. They had been sparing almost an hour, not holding back, but trying to be careful not to really injure one another.

Bane smiled and brushed away the sand sticking on her cheek. "You have me regardless," he said as he caressed her skin with his large thumb. He pushed himself up and helped her to stand. She tried to shake off the sand but it caked on her sweaty skin so she swiftly undressed and started walking towards the sea. Bane looked at her walk away, his gaze traveling along her back, glistening in the sun, to her round buttocks. She turned her head sideways and lifted her eyebrows as an invitation before she started walking in the water.

Bane was already bare-chested and barefoot, so he speedily took off his pants and back brace, then followed her. She had stopped where the water reached up to her waist and had turned around to face him. Goosebumps quickly moved up her arms and the rest of her body from the nice chill of the water.

The late-day sunrays and pearly sweat bronzed her lover's chest and accentuated his stature as he strode slowly up to her, the water only reaching him just above mid-thigh. Her mouth opened in admiration. He lowered his head and brought her chin up to look at him. She exhaled her desire as her hand caressed his large forearm. He scooped up some water with his right hand and splashed it on her heaving chest, washing away the last specks of sands from her shoulder and sternum. She caressed his large neck and were his mask met his skin, then she let her head fall back into his left palm and fell backwards. He let her gently lean back until she was floating on her back perpendicularly, his right hand holding her lower back. Her hair started to dance around her head in the water. She looked slightly unnerved, but she tilted back, closing her eyes, and dipped her entire head in the sea. She took it out of the water a few moments later, his hand supporting her neck at the surface. She saw the frown on his face from his brow. They had learned to swim as part of their training in the League of Shadows, but it was not one of Talia's strengths, though she only showed her nervousness to him. Bane was a better swimmer, though the mask didn't allow him to sink his head underwater for more than a few minutes. His face relaxed when she dunked her head again and grinned.

Bane allowed his eyes to take in the sight of her nudity and he couldn't hide his arousal. Once he was sure she could float on her own, his right hand caressed its way back to her stomach, circling around her belly button, then hesitantly brushing its way up to her breast, hovering just above her dark, hard nipple. Talia let out a whimper of anticipation and pushed her chest up slightly so his large palm could cup her breast. She put one of her hands above his and pushed it on her, letting him know she wanted his touch. His left fingers, which supported her neck, started caressing her nape, making her shiver. His right hand kneaded her breast more and more insistently. She licked her salty lips when he looked back at her and made sure his gaze followed her hand, which she pressed between her thighs. She breathed heavily and jerked her chin, silently pleading him to follow her lead. Her other hand wrapped around his hard cock and she started stroking him with the same force with which she was rubbing herself. The splish-splash of the water around them became noisier.

He hesitated in abandoning her upper curves, but the pressure he felt below stirred him on. His hand followed the same path as hers; he stopped to let his fingers tangle in the black hair that guarded her entrance. She removed her hand and he took over, his fingers finding her cave. He let them nestle there in her moist warmth, which contrasted with the cool waves that gently licked his wrist. The heat of her flesh and the rocking the waves titillated his erection and pressed him to speed up his caresses. She held on to his left arm, as solid as a rock, while his other hand spread her open more and more roughly. Her body naturally sank in the water but his hand now half-buried inside her, lifted her up and she grabbed hold of his shoulders, pressing her wet chest to his. "More," she whispered breathlessly and his strokes became more violent. She could feel his hardness beneath her and he was getting impatient to get inside her. His fingering grew more exquisitely painful as he added digits to make his passage. As always he was controlled, knowing his hand could have ripped her apart if he so chose. She hummed her pleasure in his neck and he had to stop a second to be able to keep his restraint. If it were possible to enter his whole body in her, he would have let her consume him completely.

She continued jerking the length of his shaft, but he was already as hard as iron. She pushed herself up, letting him know she was ready for him. As they most often did, their eyes locked as he slowly – so slowly – pushed himself in her, relishing the sensation of her burning walls surrounding his throbbing member, the heat contrasting with the cold water.

She let herself be impaled, letting him torture her with the slowness of his penetration. She had to bite her lower lip and to close her eyes a few times, but she opened them back to gaze in his, which were burning with lust. Once he was completely locked in her, he walked her further offshore, keeping her above water as the tide rose above his navel. They let themselves get rocked by the gentle movement of the sea. His hand pressed her hard to him, her breasts completely crushed on his pecs. They had been molded to fit together, despite the years past and their size difference, they still fused perfectly.

She was immobilized on him, so she gently rubbed her heels on his lower back, careful not worsen his injury, giving him the go ahead to ride her – and he did. The water started flapping around loudly as he pelted her increasingly rapidly, firmly holding her down to him so he could go as deep as possible, until his tip touched her limit, kissing her deeply from inside and eliciting muffled yelps that powered the storm inside him. The waves they created around them now rolled up to their shoulders. He felt her tense up so he released his grip and let her arch her back. Her hair dipped in the sea below; her breasts jerkily followed the movement of his thrusts. As always, he wanted her to come first; her face was contorting and her breathing got heavy, but he was about to be taken in by his own whirlpool, so he lowered her on her back and she held on to his biceps so her head would stay above water and he started stroking her and pumping into her at an frantic rate, her jaw slackened and her mouth opened in silent ecstasy. He finally saw the crease between her brows as she shut her eyes and her body shivered violently, confirming he had undone her. He immediately brought her body back to his. She half-opened her eyelids as he continued his delicious assault until the tidal wave couldn't be contained and trashed against her walls.

He let his mask rest on her neck, exhausted, and listened to her swallow her pleasure. "Stay in me" she whispered, so he stopped the flood just before he was drained, keeping himself firmly embedded inside her. He raised his head to look at her; his pupils were glazed over. She gently pressed her fingers on the mask and he mimicked her touch on her lips, which she pursed to kiss his fingers and then lick them hungrily.

The sun had now almost set, the sky was purple and pink and the waster was growing dark. He turned around, with her firmly latched on to him, and started to walk towards the beach where he firmly intended to crash his wave on her once more.