"How's your salad?" Bruce asked as he sat down next to Pamela, his hand finding her own in the candlelight. While Alfred was out collecting her proper clothes, Pamela wore one of his shirts, which was nearly a short dress on her. Bruce wasn't surprised, but it looked much better on her than it would on him any day.

"It's delicious. Thank you so much for making it for me." Pamela looked into his eyes and she idly brushed her thumb over his knuckles. "I forgot just how good of a cook you are."

Her comment made Bruce chuckle because he never thought anyone would say that to him. Whenever he had the time, he would like to cook his favorite dishes or to attempt new recipes. It was a side of him that most people never saw or knew about, but he would gladly share it with her. It was the least she deserved.

"We should make dinner sometime together. It'd be very romantic." Pamela rested her chin on the palm of her free hand, biting down on her bottom lip.

Like his cooking, his attention to romance was something that needed constant work. He knew he could be when he wanted to or when he had the time at least. He was this way with her when they had first started their relationship-sending her flowers whenever she crossed his mind or taking her away from the grimness of the city over the weekends. She didn't deserve to live in Gotham: she deserved to live in a small cottage in the countryside . . . with him. When their relationship wasn't on the rocks, those were all wonderful memories they had created together and he hoped that there would only be more in the future. Bruce was grateful that she had reentered his life, no . . . that she was willing to spend her time with him. He was going to show her, too. His appreciation would rival his romance.

Bruce perked up in his seat as a slow song came onto the radio and he stood up, offering his hand out towards her. He knew she always enjoyed it when they danced together.

"Would you care to have this dance with me?"

Pamela's eyes flashed with surprise, but she nodded and placed her hand in his. Her smile was wide and beautiful. "I would love to, Bruce."

Bruce loved the way she said his name. In times like these, she said his name as if it were the most intimate whisper. He didn't think she knew she was doing it in the first place, but it was still nice all the same. He thought he had memorized it initially, but now he would do his best to. Bruce led her out to the space in front of the fire and he rested his hands on her lower back, keeping her close to him. Because she couldn't reach his neck, she wrapped her arms around his back and placed her cheek against his chest. Pamela smiled to herself at how fast his heart was beating in his chest.

Bruce hadn't heard this song before, but it sounded familiar because it was slow and the singer was talking about love. He looked down at Pamela, a smile appearing on his lips just because she was there with him. She must've felt his gaze because she looked up at him and returned his smile, her cheeks slightly flushed from the combination of the heat from the fire and Bruce's body.

"Whenever you look at me like that, I feel like I'm the most beautiful woman in the world." Pamela confessed, her hands replacing her cheek on his chest.

Her statement was true, especially because no man had ever looked at her like that. Woodrue and Two Face were the only other men she really knew, but they looked at her differently-as if she was their property. And technically, she had been at one point. But Bruce looked at her as if she was a lost art work or maybe the first rose that had bloomed. To her dismay, she had forgotten about this, but she knew she never would again.

"That's because you are the most beautiful woman in the world." Bruce replied without a second of hesitation. He tucked some hair behind her ear, deciding to memorize how soft it felt against her fingertips.

Pamela's reaction was to smile some more, her eyes darkening as well. Bruce noted that he hadn't seen that look in a long time as his hands travel up the curves of her figure. Whenever he looked at her like that, it made him feel like he was the only man in her world, but he didn't know if he could share that with her just yet. He would save that secret for a better time.

Her hands went to the buttons of his shirt and she started to slowly undo them, a coy smile on her plush lips. Bruce rested his hand on her cheek, letting the pad of his thumb brush over her mouth. It still shocked him just how soft her lips were. After Pamela shed the shirt, Bruce took hold of her hand and placed a series of kisses on her palm until he got to her wrist where he felt her pulse. He knew she enjoyed hearing his heartbeat and he enjoyed feeling her pulse. It was proof she was still with him.

Pamela broke his thoughts as she let out a quiet chuckle, her fingers brushing against his own. "I always wonder what's going on in that head of yours . . ."

She rose to her tip toes to wrap her arms around his neck and Bruce responded by picking her up again, her legs dangling by his own. With his hand on the back of her head, Bruce pulled her into a slow kiss, her fingers tangling in her crimson locks. Her lips were warm and she tasted like her favorite wine and he knew he would be thinking about this moment all day tomorrow.

When she wrapped one leg around his waist, he traced his fingertips from her ankle to her upper thigh, which made her softly moan against his mouth. Her moans drove him crazy and they were something he wanted to hear all too much. Her moans were perfect, but everything about her was perfect to him. Bruce's heart rate started to accelerate and he could start to feel himself become more aroused.

He moved and sat down on the couch in front of the fire with her straddling his lap. The fire behind her made Pamela's hair glow as if it were a halo of some sort. It was funny to think how awkward it had been for them when they had sat here a couple of days ago. Now, it was like no time had passed and they couldn't keep their hands off each other.

Bruce pulled his mouth away from her own to place a trail of kisses down her neck. His lips had rediscovered the sensitive places on her body and it was apparent that those were some things he hadn't forgotten about. He undid her shirt in a matter of seconds and he pushed it off her shoulders, falling to a heap on the floor. Pamela took care of her panties and they soon joined the shirt. Her hand went to the back of his head and her fingers snaked into his hair when his lips followed the path of her collarbones. He pulled back to get a good look at her, his hands retreating to her waist.

"God, Pamela . . ." Bruce tapered off. He didn't know if he could say anything else because he was completely enthralled with how she looked.

Her hair was wild, which made him want to run his fingers through it even more. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were red like they usually were after they would kiss that much. She sat completely naked in front of him, completely vulnerable in front of him. He could spend hours tracing the smooth curves and grooves of her body, learning it better than his own. To Bruce, she was naturally beautiful and he wanted to tell her this, but he couldn't because his brain wasn't functioning. That's what she did to him.

Instead of replying with words to his comment, Pamela offered him a coy smile as her hands went to his pants. She climbed out of his lap to help him out of them, only returning to his lap when he was naked like herself. Pamela took the time to worship his form with her eyes and her touch. Her hands slowly trailed down his chest and to his lower abdomen, his muscles hard and defined underneath her hands. His whole body was like that-solid and sturdy. He somehow found the time to keep in shape with his busy schedule. He probably worked out in the early hours of the morning when Pamela was still fast asleep.

Bruce suddenly pulled her close to him, her soft breasts pressed against his chest. Resting her hands on his shoulders, she gave him another hungry kiss as she adjusted her position slightly to lower herself onto his length. Bruce took in a gasp when he felt her warmth around him and he held onto her hips tightly to help her. Pamela brushed her nose against his and she rested her forehead on his as she started to rock her hips back and forth.

One of Bruce's arms slid around her waist, his other hand snaking up to her breast to give it a gentle squeeze. His action made Pamela moan and pick up the pace of her hips. He lay back against the cushions of the couch to watch her body move for him, his hands finding their way around her body. Her skin was so soft and creamy that he didn't think he could ever let her go. His hands took hold of her breasts, the pads of his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Pamela hummed and dipped her head to kiss him again. One of Bruce's hands made its way up, wrapping around her throat. Pamela didn't mind him trying new things and his hand felt like it was supposed to be there.

Giving him a sultry wink, her hand wrapped around his wrist to let him know she approved. When they were first together, Pamela would have never allowed this, but after spending time with Two Face, Bruce's action was mild.

She would never get used to making love to Bruce, though. He made her feel stunning just by the way he touched her during and held her afterwards. She was sure she was addictive to him, but she loved it. To her surprise, Bruce suddenly gripped her hips and she looked down at him, her own chest rising and falling unevenly. She slowed down to feel him throbbing inside of her, a smirk appearing on her lips.

"Oh." She commented with understanding and she pulled away from him, her hand wrapping around his length. She placed kisses down his neck as she slowly stroked him. Pamela's smirk only widened as she saw the muscles in his body tense before he climaxed in front of her. She smiled and kissed him again, her hand going to his chest.

"That felt wonderful. Thank you." Bruce said and looked at her, pushing some hair behind her ear.

Pamela chuckled and she shook her head. "You don't have to thank me. I enjoyed it just as much as you do."

"Good, I'm glad." Bruce stood up to pull his pants back on before he bent over to scoop Pamela up in his arms.

She laughed and she wrapped her arm around his neck as he headed up the stairs, his bare feet quiet against the hard floor. Pamela's eyes found his own, her fingers idly combing through his hair.

"Let's get you into a warm bath and then to bed, okay? It's late." Bruce looked into her eyes as he paused outside of the bathroom, his own cheeks a little red.

Pamela nodded her head and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Only as long as you join me in both the bath and the bed."