-1Chapter 9
Barb walked out of the room back into the cave and bounced off of Bruce's bare chest.
"I'm sorry!" she said quickly, flummoxed by being this close to him. Even with everything that had happened, Barb could count the number of times she had been near Bruce's bare chest on one hand. It still did something untoward to her body when she saw the scarred skin and rock hard muscles covered in a fine lair of black hair.
Bruce was just standing there looking at her, as she stared at him. The raw lust in her eyes was obvious, but so was her embarrassment at having touched him. He could feel himself hardening from just that one slight, accidental touch. He could smell her hair, and wanted to rip that silly t-shirt off of her so bad his hands were already reaching for her before he could stop himself.
Barbara looked up at him, her big blue eyes captured in her glasses as his hands slowly, inexorably moved from his side to her hips. He reached one hand up and took her glasses off, folding them and putting them down on the nearest surface. He had his uniform bottom on, but no belt and no shirt. His chest tingled waiting for her touch to set it on fire. His mouth was lowering, his eyes never breaking contact, lowering towards hers.
He had more control than this. What was he doing?
Dropping his hands he spun away, tearing his gaze from hers, but her warm hands latched onto him, keeping him from leaving.
"Bruce," she whispered into his back. "This, whatever it is, it affects you too."
All of him was wound so tight he thought he was going to burst if he didn't find some release soon. How had he let it get this far?
"What," she paused, he could feel the heat of her forehead where it pressed into his bare back so gently as if she were afraid to touch him. "What if we just gave ourselves tonight?"
His blood slammed into his groin, his muscles twitched as she slid her hands around from behind him, laying her palms flat on his abdomen.
"Just tonight?" she whispered again. What if they just had tonight? Her fingertips were brushing up and down on his stomach, tenderly, hesitantly. He stood stiff in her arms. It had been so long. He never slowed down enough to notice, but what if he took tonight. Just tonight to not be lonely? One night to work her out of his system. One night to put this, whatever this was between them, to bed. One night.
She let go of him and began to pull her arms away. It was then he knew that if he let her stop touching him, if he didn't get to touch her, taste her, he was going to end up crazier than the Joker. Bruce grabbed her wrists, holding her arms to his body, then, when he was sure she wasn't going anywhere, turned in her embrace until he was once again facing her.
She ran her hands up his back, and he shuddered in pleasure as her strong fingers dug into his shoulder blades pulling his body flush against hers. Gently he cupped her face in his hands, achingly aware of her injuries, and kissed her. It was different than the kiss in the study, or even their first kiss on the mat. This was slow, tender; this kiss savored her and gave her the chance to savor him. When his tongue finally slipped into her mouth she moaned as he caressed her, arousing them both.
"One night," he whispered into her mouth.
"One night," she agreed. "Just, please, don't stop." He smiled against her mouth as he deepened the kiss, owning her and plundering her. He pushed her towards the first flat surface he could find, until they bumped up against the table Alfred had used to fix them up only minutes before. Carefully, he lifted her up and set her on the table before stepping between her legs.
Her hands dipped lower, pushing his uniform down and she pulled him into her. Moving one hand up to the small of his back, she slid the other one around until she could gently grip him in his pants. Bruce threw his head back at that first tender touch; for one brief second he was afraid it was going to all be over before they had a chance to get started.
He grabbed her hand and pulled it up and out, then gently still, but with barely leashed power, pulled her shirt over her head. He pulled her bra off as his mouth reclaimed hers, his hands beginning a sweet torture of their own. Reaching down he unbuttoned her jeans, breaking the kiss long enough to pull the pants and her underwear off in one sweep. He stepped back, his tongue dueling with hers, and didn't stop as she pushed his own pants down.
Kicking them off he crawled top of her on the table, her heat burning him. Barb reached down again and grabbed him, smiling when he growled and began working him in her hand. He wasn't going to last three minutes in this state, and he slid down, out of her reach kissing his way down her body. She gasped when his mouth began working her nipples, but she screamed when his tongue touched her clit.
Her legs flexed against his shoulders and he slipped a finger into her as he sucked, licked, and nipped carefully. Her back bowed off the table and he slipped a second finger in, stretching her as she came around his fingers. He licked one more time then slid back up her body, his blue eyes burning as she wrapped her legs around him and panted in pleasure.
Positioning himself at her entrance he pushed in slowly, her muscles contracting around him in an agony of pure bliss. Barb threw her head back as he impaled her, her legs locking him to her as her fingernails dug furrows in his shoulder blades.
"Please Bruce," she panted. "Now."
He kissed her again as he moved in and out of her. Angling his body, he made sure he rubbed her already sensitive nerve endings. He was careful not to put too much weight on her because of her ribs or to jostle her too much, but she didn't seem to be feeling much of her injuries at all. Her red hair fanned out behind her, and her skin glowed under the lights of the cave.
Bruce felt like he was on fire. He was moving faster now, pounding into her, his body trapped by hers. She exploded again a second before he did; screaming into the cave as she convulsed around him. His whole body tightened and he slammed into her, stars exploding behind his eyes.
When he collapsed he managed to roll them so that he ended up on his back and she on top of him. They lay there like that for a long time, their breath sawing in and out, echoing in the dark cave.
Long before Barb got up, got dressed and left without saying a word Bruce knew it wasn't going to work: one night would never be enough.
