TC Stark: I hate that its been a while since I've added. Ont op of work piling up at my job, I have had the worst few days of my life. I feel better today, but its been hard to concentrate. Thank you everyone for your kind words and I assure you that this will be a great story, I have so much of it thought out and notes are jotted down, I just need to fully form chapters. Thank you all who continue to review and I hope I never disappoint! :) Lovely Rain Dancer, I probably will need your help! Lol And to the Guest who made the Casablanca reference, you are awesome lol I think you will all be in for a ride with this story ;)
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Chapter Four
Little girls loved wearing their mothers' pearls. Or at least Leyla did. It was one of her favorite things to do, as a child. With her mother's pearls, around her neck; she felt like Cinderella. Like a princess. Her parents had always said their daughter had a wild imagination. And that she was ridiculously happy. She would run around in pearls and her mother's heels and couldn't wait until her own prince charming came along.
In a way, she was definitely living in a fantasy world. How could this ever be considered sane? It wouldn't last forever, but for the meantime Leyla would enjoy ignorant bliss. What was the problem? The outside world could be so cruel and what was the point of paying attention to any of it? She only had one life to live and was going to live it her way.
And that meant being in love with Bane. A terrorist bent on destroying Gotham and everyone in it. Including her. They would never have a normal relationship. Leyla knew that. How could they? He murdered people and thought nothing of it. But, she knew she wasn't right either. Knew that they were more alike then she would have ever thought.
Bane had unleashed something dangerous. A free Leyla, without any concern for consequences. Although a year had helped stable her, so that she could use her new found freedom to her advantage; she knew a wild and untamed spirit lurked around. She had seen it each time she attacked Talia. She felt no regret. If she hadn't been stopped, she knew she would have beaten the older woman to death. And not even cared.
Bane drank the new Leyla in. She was absolutely stunning. He wanted her to do whatever she pleased. It didn't matter what it was. It wasn't up to him, to determine what she could do. In fact, he loved it. He enjoyed stepping back and watching her perform. There was nothing more attractive to him, than a confident woman.
And there was nothing he enjoyed more than feeling Leyla's skin against his lips. His exposed lips. It would be a lie, if he said he hadn't become addicted. He was never satisfied. Every time his lips left hers, he needed to fight the urge to dive back in. It wasn't just her body or the feel of her lips, but her energy. Her passion. Bane could feel the fire in her and was drawn to it.
Perhaps what was even more enticing, was the sounds she made as he devoured her wet sex. Passionately engulfing her with his mouth. Leyla's body withered beneath him; arching her back up and clenching her fists as his tongue flicked inside her. The scent of her womanhood filled his nostrils and he was slowly becoming drunk from her aroma. He wanted more. He needed more.
It was an absolutely euphoric feeling; being eaten out. Especially when the person performing the act, was so passionate about it. Passionate about the person he was performing oral on. Leyla knew exactly how Bane felt about her. His full lips didn't suck at her sex to just please her. He was devouring her, because he wanted to. Because he enjoyed the taste and feel of her wet vulva.
The build up was unbearable. It shouldn't have been a shock that after years of not being able to use his lips that Bane would become a tad gluttonous. While being able to eat and drink was a perk, it was being able to use his lips on her that he was truly thankful for enduring proper surgery.
It wasn't long before Leyla's body shook underneath him. His hands needed to steady her legs, as an orgasm washed over her. Bane lapped up the juices that coated her vulva, before gently kissing at her inner thighs. Her hips were still slightly twitching and he knew that she was still incredibly sensitive.
Which, made it all the more enticing. Bane removed his face from between her legs and gently yanked her body forward; so to be fully underneath him. Before he was able to move, her hands flew up and grabbed at the back of his head, so to bring him down and capture his lips.
Their mouths dueled as he positioned himself at her eager entrance; feeling her body begging for his staff. There was no denying either of their bodies' needs for each other. No use in postponing the inevitable. And with Leyla's ankles locked against Bane's backside, he began sliding into her tight void.
As always, her tightness took him back. A guttural groan emerged from deep from within his throat; sounding more primal than human. The ferocity in his eyes sent a shiver down Leyla's spine, as her body quivered beneath him. The first few moments, as her walls were forced to stretch around him; always sent her into a chaotic tailspin. Her mind spun and for a brief moment, she felt transscended out of her body.
Those first few moments were the ones that Bane relished the most. Leyla's body always clung so tightly to his. She clawed and cried and took her pain out on his body. His hand held the side of her neck and his eyes urged her to be strong. It was only when they climaxed that they were so close. When she needed him. In between he drank in her independance and fire.
Already her arms were loosening around his shoulders and he saw pleasure written all over her face. Her hands now roaming up his rock solid chest. Her palms warm against his flesh. Leyla could hear his breathing grow heavier and his head hung in the nook of her neck, as he continued to slowly and intensely push into her. His breath hot against her ear.
Leyla hung her head back, as her right leg was tilted up vertically, until she felt she needed to be a gymnist in order to be that limber. Bane loved pushing her, no matter what it was. And as her legs were widened and her hips adjusted, she felt him inside her at a slightly different angle. One that allowed him to prod even more at her cervix; eliciting a high pitched gasp.
Bane chuckled and grunted at the same time, as his hand gripped around her ankle. He was quickly nearing his end, much to his chagrin. He could see that she was nearing her own and it made his thrusts all the more powerful. There was no controlling his movements at that point and as soon as her walls gripped around him, he let out a groan and spilled into her.
Both their bodies took a moment to relax. Chests beating heavily and loins still connected. Bane was the first to catch his breath, as he slowly pulled out and rested beside Leyla. There was always a certain glow to her body afterwards and he felt even more attached to her in that moment.
And so did she. Leyla's body instantly turned and hooked onto his strong waist; resting her head against his chest. After sex, her hands roamed his body even more so beforehand. Bane could always feel her attachment towards him in that moment and felt he shouldn't deny himself, as he wrapped his own arm around her small frame and pulled her closer.
Bane's eyes closed for a moment, as he felt her soft lips press against his solid chest. His fingers played with her black locks. He felt at ease. Serene. His chest slowed into a steady rhythm, his heart beating against her ear. In that moment, Leyla never felt more safe in her life.
When her mind had stopped spinning, Leyla reached over and grabbed her pack of cigarettes from the nightstand. Before she was able to stick one in between her lips, Bane pulled her forward and planted a passionate kiss on her. For a second she forgot about her cancer stick and hungrily kissed the beast back.
When he finally pulled away, she was left smirking. So was he. Leyla let out a small giggle, as she lit her cigarette. She couldn't have been happier. The moment was perfect. Feeling at ease, she rested the back of her head against his chest and continued to puff away.
"I know you saw someone the other night," Her bright blue eyes turned up and latched onto his own orbs, "Who was it?"
Bane chuckled lightly, as his fingers continued to play with her black locks, "Clever girl," Smirking, he playfully asked, "And who's to say I saw no one at all? That I simply thought it was someone?"
With a small laugh, the pale girl turned on her stomach and stated, "No, you saw someone. Who was it?"
"You will find out soon enough."
After another hour in bed, the two pulled themselves away from each other and headed outdoors. They were in Paris, after all; there was no use in staying inside. And it was a beautiful day. Leyla even more so felt like she was living in a fantasy world. Everything seemed perfect.
Paris was called the city of love. Leyla certainly felt it. She felt blissful. Nothing was out of place. The sun was shining beautifully, people were chatting delightfully around them, and she could virtually smoke anywhere she wanted to. What was not to love about the romantic city?
The two found themselves at a small cafe; sitting outside and enjoying coffee. Leyla smoked away, with a smile painted on her face. Her legs were crossed and exposed. It was the perfect weather for a yellow sundress and sandals. The air felt nice against her skin and she didn't even care that her scars weren't covered. She wasn't meant to be tamed.
While pulling in a puff of smoke, she looked over at Bane. He looked so handsome. Even though she had loved him with his mask on, she was so thankful he didn't need it anymore. Who knew that face was hidden all those years? That wasn't why she loved him, it was the person inside that drew her to him. But, there was no denying his good looks. He looked so refine with a gray button down shirt, sleeves rolled up three quarters; tucked into a pair of black slacks and suspenders. He just looked so...right.
Bane was mid-sip, when he caught he staring. A large smile painted on her face. Returning the smile, he pointed out, "Do you enjoy Paris?"
"Its wonderful," Leyla mused dreamingly, "I never want to leave."
A chuckle. Amused, he grandly asked, "And will we make the hotel our home?"
"I certainly have the money to buy it."
The way her mind worked was impressive. No worry or concern. Only confidence. While he admired her, he stated, "I am above money, my dear. We are playing your game, so what is the next move?"
The idea of being control was enticing. Leyla was besides herself and adjusted in her chair, as she proceeded to think. Bane had certainly taken her back. Hearing him give her the freedom to make decisions meant a lot to her. It made her care for him even more than she already did.
Stubbing out her cigarette, she tilted her head and mused, "Perhaps a house on the countryside."
Bane didn't mind the sound of a calm existence. He was a man of finer tastes and could appreciate the beauty around them. He was, after all; a citizen of the world. It didn't mean he couldn't accomplish what he wanted to. What was to stop Leyla from having the life she wanted? The life that she probably never thought was possible.
After another sip of coffee, his large hands set the cup down and he smiled, "Paris will make a fine home for you and I."
You and I. Leyla relished in the words. Relished in how open he was about his feelings. She didn't need to guess. Didn't need to feel despair or wonder if she was all just being silly. Naive even. No, they were going to have a life together. Of course she knew that it would never be normal, but that was all in good fun.
"Leyla?"
A certain male voice interrupted her thoughts and she looked up to see who had addressed her. When she did, her mouth hung open in shock. Bane only smirked smugly, as she stood and exclaimed, "Bruce! Is that you?"
It had to have been him. His hair was slightly longer, but it was him. Alive. The news had proclaimed him dead. Killed by the riot. But, he was in front of her. Wearing a light green polo shirt and breathing. Seeing him almost took her breath away and she remembered who she was willing to kill, just for him.
"Leyla...its so good to see you," He was absolutely speechless, "I'm so happy you're alive. What are you doing here?"
In that moment, she couldn't help herself. She lunged forward and wrapped her arms around him. She needed to make sure he was real. That she wasn't dreaming. The billionaire was always such a kind man and he was one of the last faces she would have seen, if the bomb had succeeded in blowing up the city.
Once pulling away, Leyla needed to wipe away at the stray tear rolling down her cheek, "I...I'm so happy to see you. I...I needed to get away, I couldn't stay in Gotham."
"Neither could I," He stuck his hands in his pockets and shook his head, "I was in Florence just before this...I thought it was time for a change in scenery."
While Leyla stood in shock, another woman approached them and stepped behind Bruce. She was beautiful. Tall and slender, with beautifully long brown hair. Her lips were full and her eyes were piercing. The scarred girl felt stuck in the other's eyes for a moment, needing to shake her head out of the trance.
Noticing the woman's presence, he introduced, "Leyla, this is my wife; Selena. Leyla worked for John Daggett."
Knowing the greedy man had been killed, Seline turned, "My condolences."
"It isn't necessary."
Bruce was taken back. Leyla never spoke out of line or badly about others. She never really seemed to have an opinion about anything. Clearing his throat, he finally turned to the man still sitting and greeted, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. Its just been so long since I've seen Leyla and the last time...weren't under good circumstances. I'm Bruce."
Bane smirked and eyed Bruce's hand, which was sticking out to wait for a handshake. Still smirking, he turned and greeted, "Its wonderful to see you again, Mr. Wayne."
Selina raised her eyebrow. She knew that accent. Keeping a wary eye on him, he watched as Bruce gave a light chuckle, "Maybe you have me confused with someone else. I don't believe we've ever met. You are?"
"And so lovely to see you again, Miss Kyle." He chuckled, while standing. It was amazing that they couldn't recognise him.
Giving a scowl, she corrected, "Mrs. Wayne."
"How lovely," He chuckled, while turning to Leyla, "I do think we should be going."
Looking down at her watch, Leyla nodded, "I did want to go to the Lourve."
Bane nodded, while smiling back at them, "I do hope we see each other again very soon."
As the beast and the princess walked away, Bruce and Selina were left confused. Everything about that man seemed familiar. His voice. The way he spoke. The crinkle in his eyes as he laughed, amused by their confusion. His height...his build. He knew them...but how?
Sudden realization washed over her and Selina looked over to her husband and asked in fear, "That isn't who I think it is...is it?"