Hi you guys. Sorry it has been a while since I last updated. Life got in the way. But I have been reading in this fandom, still. I love it and can never get enough of it! I mean, Tom Hardy, who could?!

So this is some smut. I thought I would try it out. There will be more Ra's and Melisande next chapter. I promise.

Hope you're all good.

Chey. xx

# Chapter 9

Halfway through the night, Bane awoke, his elbow resting against the curve and dip of her waist and his forearm underneath hers across her taut stomach, moving with the rise and fall of her breathing and their fingers entwined, his thumb starting to gently stroke against hers.

Rest was a luxury he could rarely afford. But in this moment, he welcomed it with open arms. He was always planning his next move, strategically calculating all possible outcomes but next to her, he always found his mind calm, able to see the path ahead with not much thinking to do. He lifted his head, and lightly pressed the grated mouthpiece of his mask on her ear, his version of a kiss and as he did so, she stirred in her sleep shifting up against him some more, subconsciously seeking his warmth.

He felt a surge of lust. The night before had been an act of release in their need for each other. Whilst she had instigated it and set the pace, he was more than a willing participant gladly relinquishing control to her. This feeling was different. He wanted to make her body tremble and quiver beneath him. Take her to the precipice over and over, to make her sing and scream his name while he watched her coming undone for only him, to feel that high as she wrapped around him, continuously watching the different ways he could make her undo and lose herself in him.

He leaned up again, slipping gently out of bed taking great care not to wake her, finding the extra-strength vial of his medication that could be taken via needle. He set it up, and noticed her reaching out for him. He watched as she slowly opened her eyes searching the room for him.

As he injected himself, he felt the effect immediately. Taking care not to inhale the masks vapour, as too much would result in a not so favourable situation. He took off the restricting contraption and breathed the free air feeling liberated. As much as the mask was a part of him, in the very rare hours he was free, he hated it.

He slid back into bed, a feat for someone his size but he had applied the training the League gave him into almost every area of his life. Stealth and awareness, even now in his bed. He disliked being vulnerable, but allowed only her (and Barsad on occasion) to see him that way. He slipped an arm around her and pulled her toward him, taking a moment to breathe in deeply the scent of her hair before kissing her ear for real, a sound of appreciation escaping his throat.

She moved closer into him, coming into consciousness as he continued a trail of kisses down her neck. She stretched rather languidly, heat travelling from her brain to between her thighs.

"I remember you telling me this is how you wanted to be awakened." He murmured, before letting his tongue taste her neck and his teeth gently nibble at her skin.

Steph let out a long, pleasurable sigh. "Good morning, Mr Dorrance." Her voice came out low and husky still fully expecting him to continue his ministrations. She felt him hum against her neck, almost sending her eyeballs rolling back into her head. Bane chuckled behind her and in one swift move, she found herself underneath his massive frame. Her legs encased his hips of their own volition and it was Bane's turn to mumble a groan of pleasure.

"Good morning, Miss Torrance." He replied, voice full of arousal. He watched how her hair fanned out on the pillow, how her pupils dilated and the way her full lips darkened. He felt her legs lower, so they wrapped around his. He loved her long legs, and having them around him was sending his mind into a fog. He savoured the feeling of her feet rubbing against the backs of his calves, but immediately wanted more.

"Oh no you don't! I want this up here." Grabbing her leg from the kneecap, he raised it slowly up his own body and around his back. She grinned at him, not saying a word which only made him want to win this game more. He drew back his hips slightly and very slowly, watching her every move he pushed forward his hips, grinding his manhood against her core. He felt her saturation which only served to make him harder. He felt the blood drain his head and straight to his cock. Hearing her whispered moan of wanting excited him more. Looking at her, he saw she wasn't grinning anymore, but biting her bottom lip and eyeing him wantonly.

He lifted himself to his knees, her breasts bounced as he moved on the bed. Leaning over her, he let his tongue find her nipple and licked it long and slow. Not wanting to neglect her other breast, he palmed it, squeezing gently and running his thumb over the hardening nub of flesh. She tasted like how he remembered, sweet and tangy all at once.

He moved his head down toward her stomach, kissing lazily, leaving little trails of lustflesh in his wake. Goosebumps met his lips and he continued downward, feeling her spread her legs more. He looked up at her as he trailed his fingers at the point of her body just underneath her belly button, hearing her arousing moans, he heard her say "Touch me, please."

He did as she asked, pulling his fingers over her mound to reach her soaked pussy. Lowering himself further down the bed, he took hold of her legs and pushed them upward, spread wide apart. She smelled of hedonism. Pure, adulterated sex. It drove him further into arousal, he was harder than he had ever been and all he wanted to do at that point was taste her.

Like a man deprived which he was, his tongue spread her labia and swiped up her very swelled clitoris. He was relentless. Kissing, licking and at some parts sucking until he dove his tongue into her womanhood. He felt her clench and her moans were loud, filling the room. She was writhing. It was music to his ears when he heard her say in between gasps "I…can't…take…much…more. Inside…I…want…your…cock…in…me…NOW."

He obliged by leaning on his knees again, his legs underneath him, pulling her legs so her butt slid up his thighs and met his groin. He gave her no time to adjust, and slid straight into her. The feeling of her wetness and warmth overwhelmed him and caused him to mutter loudly "Fucking. Hell. Yes" between slow thrusts. Gazing at her, he sped up, watching as his full length penetrated her over and over. Watching her palm her own breasts, delirious in her lust. She cried out harshly "Harder, deeper, MORE!"

He pulled her hips as she lay, wrapping her legs around his back as he stayed upright. This let her meet his thrusting as she worked her thighs, pulling and releasing. He fucked her as she asked, harder. He ground into her as she requested, deeper. He gave her what she wanted, more.

He felt her tighten around him and uttering profanities, she released her crescendo. Him following her into oblivion.

It was perfect. It was home.