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"I really cannot stay, Bruce," Diana protested, trying to gently tug her hand from Bruce's grip.

"It's cold out," Bruce countered. He pouted slightly, giving Diana the patented playboy look that so often got him out of trouble at galas - or into trouble, if you asked Alfred. He didn't loosen his grip on her hand, instead brushing a thumb over the back of her knuckles.

Diana sighed. "I have not been to my apartment in days. I have to check on it."

"Just one more drink," Bruce wheedled. They had been having a nice evening - dinner and drinks and discussing League business. The fireplace had been going, but it wasn't the fire that had kept Bruce feeling warm all night.

"I really - " Diana wavered, breaking off. "It has been so nice, but I have -"

"It's snowing," Bruce interrupted her. "You'll freeze."

Narrowing her eyes playfully, Diana shot back, "Then lend me a hat and gloves."

There was no heat to her words and Bruce was getting the feeling that he might win the argument.

"Just one drink, Diana," he tried. "The snow may have stopped by then."

"Oh," she sighed, "just one more."

He smiled at her, small and private, and Diana was warmed to her core. She unbuttoned her coat with her free hand and let Bruce tug her back into the living room. She followed easily and let Bruce pull off her coat and drape it over the back of a wingback chair.

"Whiskey?" he asked and off of her nod, he selected the right bottle and poured it into two glasses. Diana accepted the offered glass and toasted Bruce before taking a sip. The alcohol burned going down her throat and warmed her from the inside.

"It might be snowing too much for you to leave," Bruce said casually.

Diana looked at him from underneath her eyelashes and smirked. "If you want me to stay, Bruce, all you have to do is ask," she said lowly.

Bruce put his glass down on the side table and took two steps towards Diana. She stepped forward as well until there was just a few inches separating them. Bruce leaned forward and ghosted his hand over her jaw and cupped her cheek.

She closed her eyes and snaked her hand around the back of his neck. Bruce closed the gap and pressed his lips to hers. She responded by kissing him back and leaning in close.

They broke apart after a few minutes and looking at her with heavy lidded eyes, Bruce murmured, "I want you to stay."