Chapter 9 The Weekend
The weekend at Wayne Manor had been incredible. They had slept in Saturday morning after a long night of passion and had been greeted by a fantastic brunch when they awoke sometime after ten o'clock. "May I have word Master Wayne?" Alfred had asked after refilling Jacqueline's juice glass.
"Jacqueline, do you mind?"
"No, certainly not Bruce."
"Please Ms. Nallier continue with brunch and we will return promptly."
She wondered what was so secretive that Alfred had to speak to Bruce in private but she shook her head. She knew it was better to not know in the long run. It was how she felt about Jack's extracurricular activities as well. The less she knew the better. She sipped her juice and glanced around the room. It was beautifully paneled and well maintained with the lemon scented wood cleaner her mother had used on their floors when she was little. Bruce and Alfred returned a few minutes later and Bruce hadn't been able to hide the concern on his face.
"Everything ok?" she asked.
Bruce glanced up at her and shrugged his shoulders. "Fine, just business. What would you like to do when we finish brunch?"
She grinned, making him raise his eyebrows. "I thought I had truly satisfied you last night, but if you need more attention Ms. Nallier I am happy to oblige."
She smirked. "I enjoy your attention Mr. Wayne, but I'm kind of sore this morning. Did you have a suggestion as to what we could do today?"
"As a matter of fact, I do. Finish up and then we'll head out."
He had taken her to a little pond on the Manor grounds and they had gone fishing which she absolutely hated and then they had a picnic which she tolerated. It wasn't until he put his hands on her and pushed her back onto the blanket that she found a part of this trip she truly enjoyed. The afternoon had passed quickly and when they arrived back at the Manor house he asked her to stay the night again. "I really shouldn't, there is such a thing as too much of a good thing," she said.
But a few well-placed kisses later and she was putty in his hands. Alfred made dinner and this time they ate homemade vegetable beef soup around the tiny kitchen table while Alfred regaled them with stories of Bruce's childhood. "If you look closely at his right calf Jacqueline you will notice a small scar left over from where the dog took a bite out of him," Alfred's eyes twinkled in merriment.
Jacqueline was laughing so hard she had to hold her abdomen. "You definitely had your hands full with him didn't you Alfred."
"Still do," Alfred said with a wink. "Now if you excuse me, it is time for you two to vacate my kitchen so that I can clean and head to bed. Goodnight Jacqueline, Master Bruce. I shall see you in the morning."
Bruce took Jacqueline's hand and led her out of the kitchen and up the stairs towards the bedroom. He didn't stop until they were in the bathroom in front of the shower. He turned the hot water on and began to undress her, kissing each section of skin that he bared. They were both sated after nearly drowning in the shower and Jacqueline fell asleep quickly. She woke during the night to find his side of the bed empty but after noting that the bathroom light was on she assumed that's where he was and went back to sleep.
When she woke the next morning Bruce was beside her and his hair was damp as if he had just taken a shower. She left the bed and quietly took care of her bathroom needs before wandering downstairs in search of coffee. Alfred was already in the kitchen when she wandered in and he looked tired. "Alfred are you feeling well this morning? You look very pale."
"Good morning Jacqueline. I am a bit tired madam, but nothing a little coffee can't overcome. How did you rest last night?"
"Very well thank you Alfred. Is there anything I can help you do this morning?"
"No Jacqueline, thank you for your offer. Master Wayne had a late night last night as I'm sure you are aware so breakfast will be simple this morning. Would you mind taking a small tray up to him?"
Late night? She didn't have a clue what Alfred was talking about but she played along. "I'll be happy to Alfred."
She took the tray laden with toast, eggs, ham, and coffee carefully up the stairs to Bruce's bedroom. He was awake staring at the ceiling with his hands behind his head when she walked into the room. Noticing her he sat up quickly. "I was worried you had left," he said watching her walk across the room."
"Alfred sent you breakfast and coffee. Are you feeling ok? Late night last night?"
He eyed her carefully. "If you are insinuating that I might not be up to a romp in the covers this morning you are sadly mistaken madam. Let me down a cup of coffee and I'll be ready to please you."
She laughed and made her way to the small alcove that housed a table and two chairs. She set the tray down and smiled when she felt him come up behind her. He began to gently kiss her neck and nip at her ear before she finally turned in his arms and met him mouth to mouth. The kiss was eager and the way they pawed at each other gave no indication that they had spent the last two nights entwined in each other's arms learning every aspect of each other's bodies.
Jacqueline pushed him down on the bed and pulled his pajama pants off before shimmying out of her leggings and panties. Her sweater still intact, she mounted him and impaled herself on his erection. He let her have control for a while and moaned each time she rose and fell above him. He pulled her sweater over her head and unhooked her bra while she sat astraddle of him. He cupped her breasts in the palms of his hands and she groaned as she lost control and began to buck on top of him. He watched her lose control for a minute before he took over. Flipping her onto her back he thrust into her with one smooth motion and bent his head to take a pink nipple into his mouth and suckle. She cried out as he began to thrust long and hard, grunting with each motion.
When they had both reached fulfillment he collapsed on top of her and she ran her nails down his sides which caused him to hiss in pain. He pulled away from her and she noticed a freshly sutured cut along his left hip. Their activity had caused the wound to ooze blood and it was red and irritated looking. She left him quickly and gathered a clean cloth and bandage from a drawer in the bathroom. She tended the wound and dressed it tightly before handing him back his pajama pants.
She went about the room gathering her clothing and redressing without making eye contact with him. She knew his eyes followed her around the room but she didn't even glance his way. When she was completely dressed and her hair straightened she paused to look at him. "Are you going to ask?" he said quietly.
"Will you answer if I do?"
He shook his head no in reply. She pursed her lips together before nodding her understanding. "I need to go so that you can rest. I'll show myself out because you don't need to climb down the stairs."
He started to interrupt her but she stopped him by kissing him. "I've enjoyed myself this weekend Bruce. I'll let you know I make it home safely." And she was gone before he could say another word.
Alfred pulled her car around to the front and as she hugged the elderly gentleman good bye she asked him to make sure Bruce rested. "I'll do my best madam. Please let us know you make it home safely."
She sped through the city back to her apartment thinking about the previous two days and was still in a trance when she walked into her apartment. That could be the only reason she didn't notice him right away. "Hello doll face," Jack said making her jump. "Just where in the hell have you been for two days? You don't call. You don't write. You don't agree to come to dinner. I had to come see if you were alright and I find you skipping into your apartment on a Sunday afternoon looking like you have been properly fucked all weekend long. Been with my new pal Bruce?" He asked wiggling his eyebrows crudely.
"It's none of your business what I have been doing Jack. Where's Harleen?"
Jack rolled his eyes before smirking at her. "Harley," he said with malice, "is at home being a good deviant and planning our next adventure."
"You mean your next robbery?" Jacqueline spat at him.
He jumped at her then and pinned her against the wall. "Who do you think you are talking too Jacqueline Napier? Huh? Don't bite the hand that feeds you bitch."
"You don't feed me Jack. This bitch feeds herself, now get off of me!" She pushed him away from her and he stepped backwards before raking his hand through his green hair.
"Doll face, Harley calls you my green eyed sister but I think a better name is green eyed bitch. Watch the papers for our next escapade. It's going to be brilliant!" He opened the front door to her apartment. "I'll let myself out. Rest up now doll face. You'll need your energy to keep my new pal Bruce entertained."
She scowled at the closed door and was tempted to throw something but opted to take a long shower instead. When she got out of the shower she heard her phone dinging with a text message. "Make it ok?"
She smiled at the text. "Sorry I'm fine, had unexpected company when I got home," she replied.
"Call you tomorrow?"
"Damn straight."
