a/n: I am so excited to be writing this story. Don't get me wrong, I love TVD and I love writing Damon and Elena but this fresh start with new characters is so…well refreshing lol it's allowing me to get better at this silly hobby I call writing. I needed a few new brains to get into and a new city.
I have no idea where this story is going to go, but I do know that I'm hoping it's going to be a pretty wild journey.
This chapter is dedicated to my Batman *wink*
p.s. I was told that an Audi is not exactly Bruce's style so you'll have to forgive me on that point. I am assuming the playboy has more than a car or two in the garage…
Selina let sleep slowly ease from her body as she stretched her arms up above her head. Slowly, she absorbed her surroundings, eyes still closed. She could feel the sheet beneath her, over her but they weren't made of the expensive silk she had in her apartment. The pillow wasn't nearly as comfortable as hers, and there was no familiar warmth at the end of her bed or purring from the four cats she kept. There was warmth next to her though; snoring warmth and her eyes popped open. It hadn't been a dream. She had slept next to Bruce Wayne all night. In a bed. In a sleazy motel room. With his Audi outside. She sat up slowly, twisting her body away from his and letting her feet slip onto the orange carpeting. She'd really done it, she'd left Gotham.
Now, she had to get into the room next to theirs, find the hidden stash Ivy had left and leave Bruce Wayne in the dust. It was to protect herself, as much as him. She was no good for this man anymore than he was good for her. She kept one eye on him as she padded over to her suitcase and tugged tight black jeans up and under her pink nightgown. She slid on leather flats and watched his chest rise and fall, aware that his snoring had stopped. He rolled over, big and broad, reaching out over the mattress where she'd been. When he found nothing he pulled her pillow in under his arm and the snoring began again. She let out the breath she'd been holding, and then realized what she'd just seen.
She'd woken up in the same position she'd fallen asleep in, but that didn't mean they hadn't cuddled. Ugh, cuddling. The word made her shiver in fear. The only thing Selena Kyle cuddled were her pets and her jewels. Never men…no men took cuddling and cut right to her heart with it. Just looking at him now, she could see that Bruce was one of those kinds of guys. He would give a girl diamonds and flowers, love her until sunrise and then send her away just when she was getting close enough for it to all mean something. She made her way over to the door, tugging a black sweater over her head. She would need to be in and out of the room, and then back in bed before Bruce woke up. She didn't want to answer any of his questions of where she'd been. On a second thought, she pulled her pick from her purse and slid it in her back pocket. Five minutes, that's all she would have.
When Selina stepped out of the room, the early morning air chilled her right through her sweater to her bones. She looked around, finding that everyone was still asleep. There was no one outside and she smiled. Perfect. One less witness she would have to deal with. It was bad enough the night desk hand had seen them come together. She crept to the room next door and peeked through the windows. The bed was empty, perfectly made and gave no signs that anyone was staying in it. Not that guests would have stopped her. One night, she crept into a couple's bedroom and stole the wife's entire jewelry collection. Ten minutes it had taken, in and out the window without waking them. Then of course, the window had been open and she'd been bare foot thanks to a few hungry guard dogs. She frowned, remembering her Monola Blonicks fondly and shook her head.
When she got out of here she could buy as many pairs as she wanted. Not that she was obsessed with shoes or anything. Just that she wanted the best. The best for herself and the best meant she needed money. Selina crouched down next to the lock and thanked the heavens that this motel was ancient enough that it didn't have the card key system yet. Old fashioned deadbolts were her piece of pie. Within a minute she was inside the room. Ivy hadn't told her where she and Harley had hidden the bag, but she would figure it out. She had to. Four minutes. With a sigh, Selina looked around the room quickly. It was an almost identical match to hers. Even the painting above the bed was the same. It was a bit crooked and just for kicks she checked behind it. There was nothing but a dusty, dirty wall.
Defeat wanted to creep in on her but she shook it off and quickly checked the bathroom. It was so small there was no way that she could have seen anything hiding in there. There were no room safes, and the drawers of the lone dresser were empty. There was nothing behind or under the television and beneath the bed was completely clean, save for a couple used, disgusting condoms. She wrinkled her nose at the sight and stood up. The scowl on her face deepened. Was she in the wrong room? Had Harley lied to her? Selina couldn't bare to think those thoughts, but she sighed all the same. Two minutes. Then she saw it, and her heart skipped a beat.
One of the tile's on the roof wasn't perfectly in place. It was a long shot, and she had to balance on the edge of the dresser to reach it, but she managed to push it aside. Blind to what was up in the dark roof, she felt around with her hand. There was nothing; nothing but dirt and dust and what she hoped was a furry mouse. Not a rat. She hated rats. At least if it was a mouse she could imagine it was nice and ate cheese in a cute hole in the wall. Then she felt the strap of a bag and wrapped her hand around it. With a quick tug, she had the bag on the floor, pausing for a moment to see if anyone had heard the thud. When there was no sound following it, she leapt down and peered inside. It was a carpet bag, old fashioned and looked like it was ready to fall apart, but she didn't care.
There wasn't time to count, but she saw a healthy stack of money, a few closed cases of jewelry and some passports. There was a time, about a year ago that she, Harley and Ivy had considered living Gotham together. It had been a bad night, and she didn't like to think of it. Harley had come over with a bottle of Vodka and a few fresh bruises. It was obvious that Jack had gotten a little out of control, so Selina had called Ivy and they talked about what it would be like if they'd never gotten mixed up in all this hell. The Vodka had helped and they'd agreed to have a backup plan just in case. Selina had passports with different names made for them all, but the next morning when she went to show the girls they both pretended as if nothing had happened. Harley was happy being the Joker's girl; no matter what that meant and Ivy was too far gone to ever really leave Gotham.
Still though, Selina climbed back up on the dresser and hid their passports and a couple stacks of money with them. Then she slid the tile back in place and stepped out of the room. The bag was heavy on her arm, but she took the weight as comforting. When she settled her eyes on Bruce again, she found him still in bed with his back to the door. Her pillow was discarded on the floor and he'd started snoring again. She dropped her new bag behind her suitcase, wondering if he would ask about it. She quickly peeled off her sweater and her jeans, the nightgown still on. The bed had grown cold in her absence, but she could feel the heat from his bare skin as she lifted the blanket to climb under it.
That was when she discovered he was completely naked, and had been all night. He must have gotten into bed in only the towel, and she could feel her blood heat inside her. She felt her cheeks flush and couldn't help the smirk on her face. His ass looked even better out of those linen suit pants. A giggle escaped her lips and she heard his breathing halt. Her heart skipped a beat, dreading the moment he would wake up and break the spell. It had been so nice, having him quiet and not bothering more than her libido. With a grumble, he rolled over and looked at her through half open eyes, a half goofy smile on his lips. "Good morning."
His tone was dark, deep. Deeper than she was used to from him in the short time they'd spent together but it was familiar and she felt herself shiver from the sound of it. No one had that kind of a voice except for- No. She mentally slapped herself. She wouldn't think about him. He was just as dangerous as staying in this room for ten more minutes. She should have just left when she was outside. It would have been so easy, so why hadn't she done it? Why had she come back, gotten back in this bed with him? Then his hand slid over her waist and down to rest on her hip. "You know Selina. You're the first beautiful women I've slept beside naked that's worn something like that, and I haven't made a move."
She wondered briefly if he expected a gold star. "Congratulations. You're aren't the complete slut everyone in Gotham says you are."
He laughed and pulled her closer. "That wasn't very nice."
"I never said I was nice." She stated matter of factly, her hand pressing against his chest. "Let me go Bruce."
"Do you want me to?" she felt his grip loosen, felt some of the heat fade from her body. Why did he, of all people, of all mornings have to make her feel like this? She didn't want to feel like this! She was running away from a feeling like this.
"No." slowly she looked up and met his eyes and he smiled.
"I wonder," he murmured, reaching up to pull her bottom lip from between her teeth. "what it would be like to kiss you without all that hostility and tension."
"You'll never find out." She challenged, tensing her muscles, ready for a fight.
"I think I'm going to try anyway." He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her in close, gently running his lips along hers before sliding his tongue between her teeth, searching.
She moaned, letting her eyes close and roll into the back of her head. She wrapped her leg around his, pulling herself closer to his body as he tugged at the hair near the back of her scalp. Then he wasn't kissing her anymore, his lips were trailing down her face, her chin, her neck. She felt his teeth scrape along her collarbone, felt his mouth on the rise of her breasts. His other hand slid beneath her, and pulled her up, and over him so she was straddling his hips. Her eyes opened then and she glared down at him. "What do you think you are doing?" she demanded, unable to help wiggling her hips in search for friction.
The air between them had been humming with sexual tension from the moment she unrolled the window of their stolen car. "That's just it Selina. I'm not thinking. Try it, with me. Right here. Don't think."
"I can't stop thinking." She shook her head, wishing he could understand but knowing that he never could. "I'm not like you Bruce."
He wished she could see just how much he did understand about the way she felt. But there were no masks here tonight and he didn't have to pretend to be something he wasn't. He wanted this woman, wanted her since the first time he saw her in that tight leather suit. If he hadn't been so distracted by the way she moved, he might have been able to catch her. Then the second time he'd heard a call about a cat burglar, he'd gone hoping it was her. They'd fought, he'd had her pinned against a wall, her hot breath on his face as she'd shouted and swore at him. He'd seen the kick coming, but he let it happen anyway and one more time he'd watched her jump out the window. From then on, he'd gotten closer and closer to catching her, even had her in handcuffs; in the Batmobile one night.
But she'd wiggled a small bottle of something from between her cleavage, sprayed it and he'd blacked out. When he had woken up, he was parked sideways in the middle of downtown Gotham and there was nothing in his passenger seat but the pair of handcuffs she'd been wearing. He wanted her, and he couldn't have her. He couldn't catch her, so he couldn't take her. He couldn't take her in, he couldn't take her to bed, not as Batman anyway. But here, in this motel room as Bruce Wayne and her having no idea who he was really, he could have her all to himself. All she had to do was give in. "I know this isn't smart Selina, but you can't deny that it feels right. That it feels good."
"Feeling good and feeling right are not the same thing. Normally, very bad things can feel very good."
"Then be bad with me." With a devilish smile he lifted his head and brought her mouth to his, careful not to crush her with his arms.
She murmured against his lips, her hands sliding up his chest and around his neck. Then she was pulling him closer, amazing him by the lack of desperation in the kiss. It was heated, it was raw passion. He could feel how badly she wanted him, but at the same time he could feel how easily she could just get up and walk away from him. And he didn't like that one bit. His hands tightened around her waist, his nails digging into the skin of her lower back, leaving marks and he couldn't help but smirk. After all, she was the cat. Shouldn't she be scratching him? Then, she surprised him; her nails digging into his shoulders as she pulled him up so she was sitting in his lap.
He felt her wrap her legs around his waist, moving against him, grinding against him. Her lips were on his neck, licking and sucking then up at his ear lobe. Her teeth nibbled and he gritted his teeth, slipping his finger into the front of her thong and pulling it to the side. She gasped, feeling him tease her and bit down hard on her lip. He kissed her then, lifting her hips over him and letting her lower onto him slowly. Painfully slowly. "Bad suits you Wayne." She whispered, rolling her hips against his.
He gripped her shoulders, lowering her onto her back. She watched him rise up over her, glaring down. He seemed displeased with what she said, but he didn't comment. Just leaned in and kissed her hard. She forgot everything then, only focusing on him being inside her, devouring her; taking her. His mouth was smooth, and he tasted a little salty. Then both his hands were in her hair and he was crushing her closer to him, molding her body to his until she wasn't sure where she ended and he began. He had been right; there was no need to think or rationalize the emotions behind what they were doing. He could tell from the way she returned his kisses; the gentle, then rough and wild way she touched him- that she was not the only one affected. How could she not sense that he was the same man that had pinned her against the wall?
Could she not feel the familiar spark? The sizzle in the air when they looked into each other's eyes? He sensed the pressure building within her and pulled back from the kiss, wanting to hear her. Wanting to see her face. She tried to reach up, to pull him closer, but he resisted, holding her arms above her head. He moved faster, feeling her tighten around him. She was close, too close, too soon. He didn't want it to be over already. Not after he'd worked so hard to get here with her. He shut his eyes and made sure her legs were tight around him before he lifted her. She groaned, feeling her back connect with the wall as he moved deeper inside her. She let her head fall back against the wall, her eyes shut tight as she absorbed every sensation.
It wasn't cold brick at her back as she'd imagined it would be with a man like this. Not that she'd allowed herself to imagine what it would be like to share a few minutes with-Damn him. She opened her eyes, kicking the idea of Batman from her mind. No, she would not think about him. Not only was it sad, it was rude. She wanted to be here, in the moment with Bruce. And then their eyes connected as he thrust into her one more time and she shuddered. Maybe it wasn't too bad to imagine Batman…they almost had the same color eyes. She noticed that Bruce's were a few shades lighter and could have sighed. It did her no good now to imagine what it would have been like with her-the caped crusader. She wouldn't have the chance again. That would mean going back to Gotham; something she would never do.
"You're not here." Bruce whispered, pressing his forehead against hers. "Come back to me Selina. Be in this moment with me."
She nodded and shut her eyes, only opening them when she had Batman completely from her mind. She felt every muscle in his arms as she held on, focused on the rough pleasure as he rocked her against the wall. She felt his fingers dig into her skin, his hands cupping her ass as he held her up. "I'm here." She thrust back against him, pushing him deeper inside her.
He gritted his teeth, holding her tighter against him. "You do something to me Selina." He admitted quietly as she closed her eyes.
"Try not to think about it." she smiled, her nails leaving long, red claw marks on his chest as she felt herself lose control.
Selina looked up from where she rested her cheek on Bruce's arm. She had to move. She had to get away from him. Before she got anymore damn comfortable with him. Slowly, she eased back and off the bed. He grunted and moved toward her, but she missed his hand, shoving her pillow in his arms. He seemed satisfied with that, no doubt exhausted from round two. She looked over at the upended chair and smiled, thanking the heavens that she was flexible. Dressing quickly, she did her best not to look back at him. If she did, she had a very real feeling that she might climb back into that bed and waste away her chance of escape. So she closed her suitcase, now stuffed with the money and the jewlery from the carpet bag and moved toward the door. Bruce's bag was still sitting there and she crouched down beside it, taking a moment to peek inside.
She caught sight of a velvet box and pulled it out. Inside was a double string of pearls and her eyes widened. Why was he carying these around? Part of her felt horrible for looking at them, the other half lusted for them. She ran her fingertips over the surface and smiled. They were so smooth. It wasn't that she didn't think he would miss the; he would definitley notice they were gone the moment he unpacked, but she took them from the box and fastened them around her neck, pulling her sweater over top of them. The pearls were cool against her skin and she shivered slipping the now empty box back in it's place. She wanted something to remember him by other than bruises, sore thighs and this empty feeling in her chest.
Bruce didn't remember how they got back to the bed, but he assumed they must have when he felt the mattress beneath him. He reached for Selina, finding the bed empty and his eyes opened. He was alone. Sitting up, he shook the remainders of his nap away from his brain and he finally heard what had woke him up. The pounding on the door became more furious. "Gotham Police Department!"
He suddenly wished he was as gone as Catwoman.
a/n: so…I ended up putting the smut into the story a lot sooner than I meant to. It was just too hard to deny them any longer. I do promise, that it won't be the last time.