Chapter 4 – Lust

Mili felt the strong, calloused hand trail up her tan leg toward her warm center. She could feel her breathing quicken as she felt the other strong hand move up her rib cage to massage one of her breasts through her tank top.

"Bane." She moaned, loudly letting one of her hands touch his powerful shoulder and the other grab the sheet in her fists. "Bane!"

She shot up in bed and looked around the room. Mili wiped some sweat from her forehead and ran her hand through her long dark hair. She'd been having the same dream for two weeks. Ever since she'd gone into the sewer.

"You are going crazy Mili." She whispered to the empty room.

Mili looked at the clock by her bed. 1:30. She climbed out of bed and dressed quietly.

"Maybe a run will help me." She thought, descending the stairs quietly not to wake anyone.

Mili got in her 2013 Challenger and drove to the park near city hall. She ensured the alarm was set before beginning to run around the track. After twenty minutes she found herself in front of a manhole and still thinking of Bane. She was wondering what he would do if she went down without invitation when she glanced up to see Bane himself exiting a building that housed Gotham's most exclusive penthouses. Mili found herself following him. She was telling herself to go back to bed but her body was telling her to follow Bane to the ends of the earth. Mili rounded a corner behind him only to feel herself pushed up against a hard brick wall.

"If you are looking for Michael he's not here." Bane said, not removing his hands from her shoulders.

"I wasn't looking for him." Mili admitted. "I was going for a run when I saw you and thought I would see...um..."

"You thought you would see what?" Bane asked. "Why are you running at a time like this? Shouldn't you be in bed?"

"I couldn't sleep." Mili admitted.

"Why?" Bane laughed. "Did you have a bad dream?"

"No not a bad dream. I was actually having a great dream thank you." Mili said, getting angry. "I wish I would have stayed asleep because the dream you is much more pleasant than the real you."

Mili pushed his hands off her shoulders and put her hands to her mouth when she realized what she had just said. She turned quickly and began the walk back to her car.

"What?" Bane asked, following her. "Why are you dreaming about me?"

"I don't really choose who I dream about." Mili said, not stopping her strides. "I'm not even sure why I just said that. I think you're right I should go back to bed. I mean go back to sleep."

Just as Mili made it to her car Bane grabbed her waste and held her to his warm body.

"Why can't you choose who you dream about?" Bane asked.

"You know." Mili said, turning in his arms to look at him. "I mean do you have something you do to decide who you can dream about?"

"I don't dream." Bane said.

"Never?" Mili asked. "Everyone dreams."

"I've never had a dream." Bane replied.

"Nightmare?" She asked, again. "I used to have a lot of nightmares. Do you have nightmares?"

"No." He said. "I have no fears, no wants, no nightmares, no dreams."

"Everyone has something they want. Your dreams are insight to your wants, your desire, your passion." Mili said. "People dream have children, jobs, loved ones."

"So you say your dreams are your wants and desires yet you dream of me?" Bane asked, his mouth right next to her ear.

Mili could feel the warmth of his breath, of his body to her very core. She could feel her body responding to him and felt her entire soul shudder with her.

"Are you cold?" Bane asked.

"Yes." Mili lied, grabbing her keys. "I think I should be getting back and try to get some sleep."

Mili turned to open her car door when she felt him wrap one arm around her waist and pull her back flush against his rock hard body. He reached up to move her hair away from her neck and lazily run his finger along her scar. She tried to pull away at first but he held her still.

"Michael said he'd known you for years." Bane said. "That you were his Talia. I didn't believe him until now."

"Who's Talia?" Mili asked. "Your girlfriend? Because I've never been his girlfriend."

"No she's a girl I feel the need to protect. I have been protecting her since she was a child." Bane said. "How long have you known Michael?"

"For as long as I remember." Mili said, quietly. "I think I was four."

"So you came from the same town as Michael?" Bane asked.

"Yes." Mili admitted, ashamed.

"Why do you feel shame? You survived something many never could that's not something to be ashamed of." Bane said. "Michael, Talia, you and I we are alike. No one would every understand what darkness is really like. But you understand that don't you?"

Mili didn't answer. Couldn't. All she could think of was the closeness of Bane's body, the feel of his hands on her body. She'd never had a man hold her or caress her skin. She'd never wanted one to until she'd met Bane.

"You should be going." Bane said, opening the door and allowing her entrance to her car. "There are all kinds of crazy people out here."

"All working for you?" Mili asked, smiling from the driver's seat.

"Not all." Bane said, bending down. "You shouldn't come out alone Gotham has some bad people in it now. Not all will allow you to live. Go home now."

"Bye." Christina said, preparing to close her door.

He held it open for a second longer.

"See you later." He said. "Don't forget to dream."

With that Bane closed her door and she drove back to the Wayne Mansion. As she closed her eyes that night she had the most vivid dreams of Bane she'd had yet.