Talia
The vase could've been made out of anything; a broken bottle, a cracked jar, half of a clay pot. It was all the same concept once you came down to it and she just needed a container of sorts. The flowers were surprisingly easy to find, despite all the darkness in that place. She came across the yellowish evening primroses quite often, and on the rare occasion she would chance upon a few moon flowers nestled in between the decaying rock. She would pluck only a few of these flowers and make her way back to the cell, where she dropped their long stems into the mouth of a container. Today she was lucky; there were both evening primroses and moon flowers in bloom, and she found a broken glass bottle that suited her needs perfectly. Her small fingers positioned the yellows and whites in opposite directions so that their bright colors complimented each other and lit up an otherwise dark prison cell.
She remembered Bane sitting on the cot one afternoon as he stared at her makeshift floral arrangement. His eyes were swimming with thoughts she couldn't see and he sat there for a long while before he spoke. "Life always finds a way," he said as his eyes remained fixed on the flowers. More of those incomprehensible thoughts were swirling in his cerulean eyes and then he smiled, blinked and looked down at her. She was sitting by the crate on which the flowers stood, admiring her work. "You've brightened up this dreadful place," he said, his full lips pulled up at their corners in that loving smile he always saved for her.
Those lips were made to be kissed again and again, Talia al Ghul thought as she looked at the man beside her now. The sound of his breathing had filled the room and wafted through the air, slow and humming. His chest rose and fell with each breath as he slept, and she could only wonder whether he had been dreaming and if so, what it was he was dreaming about. She placed a hand atop his chest and followed the rise and fall of his breath for a long while. His naked skin burned under her palm.
She had stood there for what seemed a lifetime when she felt him stir. He woke a moment later and instinctively grabbed hold of her wrist. She gasped and attempted to jerk her hand back but he was holding onto her, his grip tight and almost forceful. His eyes flew open and he had taken hold of both hands now, pinning her beneath him. The man hovering above her looked venomous, and the heat and force of his body was overpowering her senses. She looked into the eyes she knew so well and saw them lined in redness, sore from another nightmare. But it was different this time; there was something terrifying in that blazing glare, flashes of anger she had never seen before. He shut his eyes and opened them again as he attempted to rationalize the situation, but they continued to flicker with that powerful anger as he stared down at her. His mask hissed loudly as his breathing grew short and rapid. He leaned down and buried his face into her neck, the sharp metal pressing into her skin. "You're hurting me," she said in a strained voice. He immediately pulled back and looked at her, all traces of the terrifying anger gone but now replaced with a longing, hungry stare. She felt his grip release one of her hands as he proceeded to unbuckle the clasps on his mask. "Bane, no," she whispered and yet, her free hand had stayed above her head, refusing to follow her words. She could've cared less of consequence or concern in this moment. She knew what it was he wanted because she had wanted it all too desperately herself.
He undid the last clasp and the mask fell to the floor with a thunk. And there by the pale light of the moon was the unmasked face of the man she had loved since she was a little girl. A face more gorgeous in this moment than in all the others combined. Those lips, as ravaged as they had been, were still as lovely as ever. Her fingers brushed over that pout, ever so gently, and she smiled to herself. At that moment he grabbed her hand and pinned it above her head again, and then dived in to kiss her. His lips were warm, soft, and strangely sweet. His tongue had beckoned for her to open to him, desperate for entrance. He scrutinized all of her contours almost savagely, taking her in with each breath, refusing to come up for air. She moaned as he bit her lips in the midst of his hungry exploration, the stabs of pain sending currents through her body, spreading like a rising fire.
Once his lips had parted from hers and she was left breathless, he continued down to the crook of her neck, nibbling at the exposed skin with a tender force so ridiculously good that she thought she might have lost it if it weren't for the sudden coldness in the room as he drew away from her. He must have seen the look of surprise that borderlined annoyance because he smiled at her then, a soft but sad smile, as if he had been debating a million thoughts with himself. She realized he was struggling to control the senses that were coming back to him. To hell with our senses, she thought carelessly as her hands cupped his face and she rose to meet those lips once more. His strong arms wrapped around her as he raised her onto his lap, those long fingers gliding over every bare inch of skin they could find. The precariously thin lace gown she had been wearing was in shambles by the time he tore the thing off her. And there in the pale moonlight they had stared into each other's eyes. Her hands rested on his bare chest, his skin hard and burning. They traveled to his face where she brushed away the beads of sweat from his brow. Her fingers found his lips a moment later as she brushed over them tenderly again, fascination and desire mingling all at once.
Time is what we've lost together, she thought as she stared at him. Although everything that had happened up until this point seemed to matter less and less. The one she had loved - her protector, stood before her, more whole in this moment than ten men put together. Regardless of the seething pain that must have coursed through him then, he was in this just as much as she was. She had never felt more right with a man than she did there in his arms. Rugged arms that had enveloped her so fiercely through the years. Arms that would crush anyone who tried to hurt her.
And she saw the way he looked at her now, how his eyes were burning blue again as they roamed the length of her face and down the expanse of her naked body. She wondered what he was thinking of in that moment but dared not break their reverie with words. His hands traveled down from her neck and rested on her breasts, where he then looked at her as if he had seen the heavens for the first time. But she saw that look of torment on his face, as if he had been fighting to control his thoughts yet again. "It's okay," she said breathlessly as her hands found his. And then she leaned in and tugged on his earlobe, and he stiffened at her bite. "I'm yours," she whispered.
Silence enveloped them for a moment as the crisp ocean breeze wafted through the room. He leaned her gently back down to the bed, and his eyes never left hers as he removed what little clothing he had slept in. He dived in to kiss her a second later and the renewed contact sent a jolt of sensation to every nerve in her body. As his lips moved from her mouth to her collarbone, his hands had sweetly caressed every curve and contour he found, and she tossed her head back in a moan of desperation, her want rising like a tide. Her legs spread beneath him as she helped guide his manhood into her and in that moment, it was as if the world around them had stilled and they were the only ones in it. As he began his slow and steady rhythm inside her, she wrapped her legs tighter around him, granting him deeper entrance. His thrusts began to quicken with more force as he gradually lost control of what he had fought so hard to keep at bay. She groaned in dreary pleasure as he continued thrusting ever deeper, sending torrential waves of white-hot heat coursing through her. Her hand had cupped his face and then traced the length of his jawline, and he kissed her fingers sloppily as he concentrated on their dance, maintaining a rhythm that could've gone on for a lifetime if they willed it.
She watched his face inches away, his eyes lined with redness, his still beautiful mouth pink and sore from their kisses, beads of sweat trickling down his neck. He was working tirelessly for her even now, when she had wanted just as much to fulfill his own desires. But then she felt the white-hot heat rise higher than before, the wetness between them burning trails of fire everywhere. The beast inside her was climbing out of its depths and her groans became wild gasps of heightening pleasure. She screamed as she reached her climax and felt him release himself inside her in that same moment, a glorious explosion of desire so intensifying that the world had temporarily blurred around her. He collapsed into the crook of her neck minutes later, breathing huskily. She shuddered involuntarily when he had pulled himself out of her, the disconnect too sudden for her senses. But where one touch was broken, another was established as they entangled themselves around each other once more. She rested comfortably on his chest as his arms enveloped her, his warmth now becoming an absolute comfort to her, his touch one she could never imagine living without.
And yet somewhere deep down inside of her, she knew this shouldn't have happened. But it was difficult to accept such a ludicrous thought when this life she had with Bane had become a perfect one.
Author's Note:
So there was this photo of Tom Hardy at a premiere and he was wearing an all-black suit and still had his Bane look about him, except he had a little scruff and I wanted to link it here to show you but I can't link! What a bummer. Anyway, I meant to say that that was Bane in all his perfected Tom Hardy glory, and that's the Bane we'd all pounce if we could. And after the intimacy between these two lovebirds, I'm as convinced as much as Cal Hockley when he said (in reference to the Titanic), "It is unsinkable. God himself could not sink this ship." Yes, I just quoted d-bag Cal because he couldn't have been more right, my friends.
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