Chapter 9
"Br...Batman? What are you doing here?" Diana asked. Her voice had that deep still sleeping sexy throaty sound to it. Even with my enhanced senses, I couldn't smell any trace of morning breath. So perfect that she doesn't even have morning breath. She's dressed in a pair of black tight short shorts, and a white T-shirt, I am a bit disappointed that she doesn't sleep in the nude, but I really didn't expect to be seeing her naked, just yet.
"I, I needed to see you." I stammered. She steps out of the way, inviting me in. As the door slides shut, I pull my cowl back, and remove my gauntlets. There is a concerned look in her eyes. She waves towards the chair next to her desk, the desk where she composed her messages to me. I sit, then stand, and then sit again.
"Bruce, are you alright? Why aren't you at home sleeping?"
"I'm fine, I think, and I'm not sure why I am here," I start. I stand again, and step to the window. Looking out into the darkness of space and the warm blue glow of the Earth, I almost feel at ease. I hear her sit on her bed. "Since my attack, I have found that there are certain parts of me that I have no control over anymore." Like the way you enter my mind, and bring up everything that I love about you. "It's almost as if the beast within me is fighting the cold logic that I have dedicated my life too." In my hands, the gauntlets twist and I can hear the creaking of the leather. I go into detail of how my emotions are far stronger than before, and that I am having a hard time reining them in.
"Why did you send the second message Princess?" I asked, turning to face her. Her cheeks color to a lovely shade of pink, which suits her. She bites the inside of her lip for a second, then answers.
"I didn't actually intend to send the message; I wrote it to get my thoughts and feelings in order. I actually clicked the wrong button, it was supposed to be deleted, but when it was sent, I had no control after that. But, I have come to the realization that my sisters and mother were not exactly right." She stood and walked to me, she was a few inches shorter, so she had to look up to me. With my fingertips I gently moved a stray hair from her face. "I have come to know men who are noble, courageous, self-sacrificing, tender and gentle. These men deserve my friendship, my admiration, and one deserves my love." She is mere inches from me; I can feel her hot breath on my face. I can see the desire in her eyes, I can smell her arousal, and I can hear two hearts beating faster and faster as the seconds tick by.
Sliding my arms around her waist I pull her closer, our lips touch tenderly at first. Her arms snake around my neck, I feel her hand on the back of my head, her fingers intertwined in my hair. She is shy and timid at first, but as she becomes more comfortable, our tongues touch, tease and explore. As our passion grows, and our kiss deepens, she moans as she melts into my arms, and all I can hear is one heart beat.
She reluctantly breaks the kiss, but her hands are still holding me. The hunger in her eyes tells me she wants more, as do I. We take a few seconds to catch our breath; she leans forward, touching her forehead to mine.
Still holding her in my arms I asked about the information her mother had given to her. Diana smiled, "Mother found a very old text in the library, it has lots of information, and it said had a cure, but I don't think it would work."
"Oh?"
"The ancient Romans and Greeks believed that exhaustion was the cure, and would subjugate the victim to long periods of physical activity in the hope of being purged of the malady."
I couldn't help but smile; I knew where she was going with this. "So our sparring session wasn't exhausting enough, perhaps we were using the wrong method of physical activity." I said suggestively and tenderly bit her neck. She moaned in pleasure. "Had it continued, maybe we would have found out how exhausted I could be." I said in a low voice.
"I am always available for a rematch Bruce." She said in that throaty, sensual, voice of hers.
I opened my mouth to give a witty remark, but her alarm clock began beeping incessantly. She looked at the clock and then back into my eyes. The hunger was there, but so was the disappointment. "I need a shower," she said giving me a quick kiss on the lips before pulling from my arms and heading towards her shower. "Care to join me?"
My cape, cowl, utility belt and armor left a trail as I followed her into the bathroom. She was adjusting the water as I closed the door. She turned and breathed in deeply. She moved close, her hands touched my chest, roaming from scar to scar. Her lips pressed hard against mine, her tongue slipped past my lips, and explored my mouth. I pulled the bottom of her shirt up, lifting it over her head, breaking our kiss long enough to get the shirt removed. I gently hefted her large breasts, bending down to gently kiss the hardening nipple. She moaned loudly as my lips made contact. Her hands grabbed my head and pulled me up for another kiss.
Slipping my thumbs into the waistband of her shorts, I slowly drag them down over her lovely hips, past her soft but firm derriere, and drag them down her long soft legs. She steps out of them as they puddle at her feet. She is far more beautiful in person than she is in my dreams and fantasies.
Kneeling before me, she pulls my boots free, and then drags my trousers down until they are at my feet. I hear her gasp as my manhood is exposed. She stares at it hungrily, and her hand reaches up tentatively, but I take it and pull her to her feet. I guide her into the shower and follow.
Slowly I lather up the cloth and begin washing her, taking care to make sure every inch of her warm beautiful skin is lathered and clean. I pay special attention to her breasts and the hard nipples that are begging me to touch them and kiss them. I watch her smile and moan in pleasure as I clean her womanhood and the small tufts of her pubic mound with my hand. I then lather her hair with the jasmine scented shampoo. I take my time, ensuring that every strand of hair is clean, and properly rinsed. I can see she loves the attention, and frankly I love giving it to her.
Diana takes the soap from the tray, and begins lathering up her hands. Using her hands she rubs her hands along my body, taking my manhood in her hands, stroking it with her soapy hands. She re-lathers her hands and continues cleaning me. Her touch leaves a pleasant burning on my skin. I fight to control my desires, and the need to take her to her bed and make her mine. When she finishes, I pull her close for another kiss. She melts into my arms, and I can smell our arousal getting heavier. She breaks off the kiss, but the hunger is still there. She smiles, and exits the shower, grabbing her towel. I take the towel from her and begin drying her. Slowly and gently I dry her shoulders, down her sides, her breasts, under her breasts, down her back. The towel moves between her legs, down both legs until her feet are the last to be dried. I wrap her hair in the towel and nudge her towards the door.
"You have training in a few minutes Princess, we can continue this later." I said grabbing the spare towel. I followed her back into her room, as I quickly dried off and began dressing.
She dressed in the Champion's armor, and as she was slipping on her boots, she looked at me. "Bruce, there is something you should know," she said as she ran a brush through her hair quickly. "I know when the pheromones were affecting me, and when they were not. I have always found you attractive, and I have wanted you for a long time. I'm just glad you came to your senses, and let me in." She said putting the brush down on the counter. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips and was out the door.
