Parallel Hearts

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Perfect Day

Morning

Selina felt her lithe and curvaceous body hum as the warmth of her lover's soft finger tips trailed along the curve of her hip awakening her from a dreamless sleep. She squinted her dark brown eyes, adjusting to the sunlight bathing over her black satin covered body. Her chocolate ringlets fanned over the pillow case, as she arched her back feeling the heat of his body, and the rising of his stomach against her trim figure.

Her deep red lips parted as she drew out a compressed sigh, and then she bore a tender gaze over his still chiseled features.

Her sleek leg was possessively curled around his strong one, and her lifted herself up, her dark eyes settled on his smooth lips. She cradled her hand over his sharp cheek, fingers lightly threading the wispy locks of her temples, and the she pressed a gently kiss on his brow, making the edges of his mouth upturn into an infectious smirk. He slowly opened his eyes, revealing the shadows hooded over golden fleck hazel. He blinked a few times, to make sure she was real.

He did that every morning.

Selina saddled her thighs over his slender hips, and dove her face into his neck, her lips left nourishing kisses along his throat, and he enclosed his solid arm around her arm, knuckles stroke through her lengthy strands cascading down her back.

He held her there tight, heart rested on heart and soul danced with soul.

Selina lifted her head, meeting his steady gaze and then she brushed her lips over the curve of his strong jaw, just giving him a taste of morning breath.

He smiled, ghosting a hollow chuckle slightly against her soft freckled cheek, and then he pressed feverish kisses over her temple. She cradled her hands over his jutted razor-edged cheeks. Her red wine polished manicured nails threaded through the locks of vibrant chestnut, covering the tips of his ears. Then he covered her full lips into a fast kiss. His mouth was watery and her lips opened for her instantly. The glaze of moisture from his lips melted against her mouth as if smoldering honey was dripping down her throat as his arms roamed over her curves, and her pressed her lips harder as he deepened into their kiss.

Forget about morning coffee.

Afternoon

Selina, dressed in a black ski jacket, sat across from Bruce who was wearing a dark overcoat that fitted perfectly over his broad shoulders, they were inside a quint coffee shop, enjoying hot chocolate while engaging in a staring contest, of course Bruce win because his intense hazel eyes were piercing daggers that made her blink. Always.

After that, they strode through a park, boots crunched in the fresh layer of snow, leather fingers grew stiff as they paused in their casual strides on a old stone arched bridge, he wrapped his arm around her trim waist, and dropped a warm kiss over her chilled lips.

Short while after the stroll, Bruce bought Selina a little black dress she discovered a few days ago, it was a simple but elegant.

He was in changing room, watching with feverish hazel eyes, her curvy hips and long legs sway as she gave him a show on her own catwalk. Long sleeves covered her tone arms and lace was across her chest.

" So what do you think?" she asked, twirling around on her heels. " Is it me?"

" I have admit you do look do good in a lot of colors but black suits you." he replied, with a small grin. " Your dresses should only come in black."

She rolled her eyes, and shot back with a teasing smile, " Black is all the colors mixed together, handsome."

"Thanks for the art lesson."

" Don't mention it," she shrugged being indignant, and than caught a quick glance at the price tag.

He didn't care about the price tag, no, he cared about the woman displaying her dangerous curves in it.

Next, Bruce taught Selina lessons of archery, his gloved fingers were enveloped over hers, as she leaned back against his warm body, he held her arms straight, whispering hotly in her ear.

" Eyes steady." His voice was deep and husky, making her coffee orbs grow darker. "Focus on what you want and release."

She followed his instructions, and with a swift move of her finger, she released the arrow and watched it land on the desired target. She curved her red lips " into a smile of pride, spinning on her boots, as he lowered the bow down and crushed a hard kiss against her lips, and she responded with equal passion, melting in his mouth as the cross bow dropped into the snow.

Over the next few hours, Bruce pressed his back against the bottom cushions of the couch, Selina was curled against him, biting into a juicy piece of orange and listening to his voice unfold the adventures he experienced when he did an impulsive move by hopping as a stowaway on the cargo freighter back at the Gotham Docks, and then traveled across to the world in search for answers to purge his vengeance and guilt. He was starting a new topic about the first time he stole a yellow plum from an African fruit vender.

She shot him a cat-like stare of molten coffee, " You actually stole something?" she arched one eyebrow, searching in his still eyes. " Did it feel like it was worth it?"

Bruce gently tucked a loose strand of chocolate behind her ear. " I stole the fruit so I wouldn't starve, but I never lost myself in the crimes."

She rubbed her lips together, " The first thing I stole was a plum. It was easy to grab on the open but it never filled the emptiness of hunger." She narrowed her eyes, and whispered a breath laced with remorse. "Nothing did."

Night

The wavering scent of chicken Parmesan hovered in the kitchenette, blanketing the enclosed space with the smell of oregano and tomato sauce. It was once a famous meal in the Kyle household and a expectational choice of Italian flavor that Bruce instantly adapted to after they embellished a life in Florence.

They sat across from each other on bar stools, a scent cranberry candle was their center piece along with two roses. Selina was dressed in her new black lace, that fit over her slender and curvy body like a glove, and Bruce wit his his dark hair slicked back off his forehead, was wearing a loose fitting black dress shirt and frayed jeans.

She kept her eyes occasionally settled on the visible muscle of his smooth chest and gave him devilish gleams with her coffee orbs.

Their expressions were lazed and lips stained with sauce, as Selina lifted up her glass of wine and took a slow and delicate sip, relishing the bitter taste washing down her throat, and smirking as Bruce's dark eyes were locked onto her red lips as she lowered the glass, revealing a perfect imprint of her lipstick on the rim.

"You've got something on your face," She allowed her lips to play out an amusing grin, noticing the spatter of sauce on at the corner of his lip. She looked around for a paper towel.

None were in sight.

"Something tells me you forget to get napkins." she assumed, giving him a pointed look.

"Guilty."

She pondered for a moment , and then took the opportunity as it was freely given and leaned in forward and licked off the sauce with a gentle swipe of her tongue. She pulled away and rubbed over the corner of her mouth with finger, averting his hazel eyes that were burning with hunger.

She made the mistake of gazing into his hooded gaze for a moment, her heart was fluttering in her chest and body was growing restless.

Bruce slid his body off the stool, and quickly strode to the fridge, pulling out a bowl of chocolate covered strawberries.

A dessert laced with temptation and desire.

He placed the bowl in front of him, sitting back casualty, broad arms folded over his chest and waiting for her next move.

Selina batted her painted lashes, and reached out a hand, swiping a dark chocolate covered strawberry and instantly placed it in her mouth, humming as the sweet flavors danced over her taste buds. She closed her eyes, blocking out his intense ones.

Bruce grabbed and one and slowly bit into the hard coating of chocolate, pursing his lips as chewing while keeping his hooded eyes changeless to her slightly infuriating expression.

"I can't let you have all the fun," he smirked, watching her eyes flare with annoyance. He shrugged and swiped another strawberry, putting it fully into his mouth. He gave her a bat-glare, resting his elbows on the ledge, daring her to take another one.

Selina did with a fast brush of her fingers, and then she bolted to living room, Bruce went after her, listening to her laugh until he caught her, his hands pinned her wrists against the wall. He pressed his torso against hers, leaning his head in closer as his incredibility soft lips left a trail of smeared chocolate along the curve of her tensed jaw.

His slope-narrowed nose pressed into her cheek, and his lips parted against her mouth as she opened as the slight thrust of pressure. He roamed deeper into her mouth, tasting and devouring her as the slipping and sliding sounds of watery suction cut through the air.

Selina grabbed a fistful of his hair, as she equaled the fierceness growling down her throat. She flattened her back harder against the wall, and then with one fluid motion she enclosed his arms around her, broke away from her lips and lifted her up into his arms.

She rested her head on his shoulder, they met the other's gaze for a moment, before their lips folded into another kiss as he carried to the couch, gently settled her into the cushions.

Bruce straightened from the couch, reached for the remote of the stereo, pressed the power button, and waited for the right track. He looked down at her with love welling in his hazel eyes as his hand took hers. "Dance with me, Selina Kyle."

She gave him a beautiful red smile, and coiled her arm over his shoulders. "I thought you never ask, Mr. Wayne."

Both of them rocked at a steady pace, she wrapped both arms around his neck, looking deeply into his eyes, not paying attention at his hand that roamed into the pocket of his jeans. He pulled something out, and made her close her eyes as his lips brushed tentatively over her brow.

His hand grazed over her neck, and he clasped something cool over her skin.

Selina opened her eyes, and narrowed her gaze at the heart shaped diamond pendent encircled over her neck.

"Why did you give me this?" she asked, feeling tightness in her chest.

"It's because," Bruce quickly closed her lips with a kiss, and then cradled her face as he pulled away. "I love you. Is that a good answer?"

She smirked, and crushed a hard kiss on his lips, before breathlessly saying. "Good enough."

He laughed, and then held her close to his chest, as the music played softly in the background. They both closed their eyes, allowing their hearts to guide them through the next song.

Bruce resting his forehead against hers and listened to her faint breath escape her lips, and then he captured her lips into a long, soft loving kiss.

Both Bruce and Selina felt their souls dance as they embraced fully into each other.

It was a perfect ending to a perfect day.