Sorry this update is so long, but I think you'll forgive me by the time you get to the end of it! Hope you enjoy! :)

Chapter 10

Bruce frowned as he stared at his laptop, not liking what he was finding out about Darren Strong…or actually what he wasn't finding about the man. The fact that he had shown great interest not only in him but Diana has well had unnerved and enraged him, making him a definite priority to deal with.

This couldn't have come at a worse time, but he was more than determined to shove aside his fear in order to concentrate solely on his wife these next three days alone with her, celebrating the life that they were making together.

He cast a glance at the sleeping Princess curled up in the seat next to him. It hadn't been long after his private jet had taken off that she had soon fallen asleep while he'd been telling her about his meeting with Darren Strong. He had watched as her eyes had continually grown heavier by the moment as he told her how much he disliked the man, deliberately leaving out the things that he had said about Diana.

Watching her now, he couldn't suppress the smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth, reliving her reaction this morning when he had finally told her he was taking her away for three days to a private island in the Caribbean.

The look of pure excitement and love on her face had been more than enough reward for him. Anything that happened from here on out between them was just going to be the cherry on top of the cake and he could hardly wait.

Getting to his feet, Bruce reached over to adjust the blanket he'd draped over her earlier, pulling it back up over her shoulders again. He paused to stare at her, losing himself in her exquisite beauty as well as the depths of his love for this incredible woman.

He leaned over, softly kissing her forehead, his name a sleepy sigh on her lips as she shifted in her seat. He truly hoped that being away with him would help her feel better although he highly doubted that either of them would be getting very much sleep this weekend if he had his way.

Returning to his seat, Bruce picked up his phone, sending a quick text message to Alfred to check on Nicholas. He had to admit that he wasn't sure who it was harder on to leave Nicholas behind – him or her.

It was the first time that they had been away from him for more than a day and it had proven to be somewhat of an emotional goodbye more so for them than for their son. Nicholas had been far more preoccupied with chewing on Grandpa Alfred's tie than saying goodbye to his parents.

Diana, on the other hand, had been an emotional wreck, repeatedly kissing Nicholas and promising she'd be back soon as tears trickled down her face. Bruce had finally had to pull his son out of her arms, handing him over to Alfred in order to get her out of the house.

Bruce knew that their son was in the best possible hands between Alfred, Tim, and Dick. He also had Clark and a pregnant Lois on standby in case anything came up. Even if something did happen, he had specifically given J'onn their coordinates on the private island in order to transport them immediately home in case of an emergency.

While worried about Nicholas, the majority of his worry laid with his other two sons and the trouble that they were no doubt concocting together. He had attempted to instill the fear of the Batman into them before he and Diana had left this morning, but he feared that it had fallen on deaf ears if the mischievous glint in both of their eyes had been any indication.

Diana had been worried about leaving Nicholas while he was teething and not feeling well, but he and Alfred had both reassured her that he'd be perfectly fine. He had always known that Diana would make an incredible mother, but seeing her with their son affected him in a way that he hadn't expected, casting a whole new brilliant light on her and showing him another facet of her beauty that radiated from deep within her. It was incredibly beautiful and very alluring.

Bruce smiled as he read Alfred's text message. [Master Nicholas is currently curled up in my lap with his blanket napping as I enjoy my cup of tea.]

He quickly replied with a [thank you Grandpa Alfred], knowing how much Alfred truly enjoyed spending time with Nicholas.

[How is Miss Diana? I trust she has recovered from leaving her son behind.]

[Yes, she's fine. She's sleeping right now.]

[Have a great time and don't worry about Master Nicholas.]

[Thank you, Alfred.]

Slipping his phone into his pocket, Bruce turned his attention back to his laptop and the in-depth search he was doing on his newest opponent, wanting to find out as much information as possible before he was going to have to push it aside until Sunday night.

He glanced at the manila folder that Darren had given him yesterday. He hadn't had a chance to look at it yet, but he fully intended to study the mysterious business proposal that had been offered to him. He already knew he didn't trust the man for one minute, remaining very skeptical about the offer.

Just then, the stewardess entered. "Mr. Wayne, can I refresh your coffee for you?"

"No, thank you, Ashley," he smiled.

"Tom wanted me to let you know that we'll be beginning our descent in approximately ten minutes."

"Thanks," he nodded as Ashley left him alone again with Diana.

Shutting down his computer, he eagerly turned his attention to his sleeping wife. He could hardly contain his growing excitement as he got to his feet, knowing they were finally here. He kneeled down in front of her, his hand coming to rest against her cheek.

"Princess," he gently called to her. "Time to wake up."

Diana murmured something in her sleep, melting into the feel of his hand against her face. Bruce shifted forward, leaning up on his knees to brush his lips against hers, smiling when she began to respond to his soft kisses.

He finally pulled back to gaze into her azure eyes heavy with sleep, unable to resist the urge to kiss her again. She softly moaned into his mouth as he deepened the kiss, his hands slipping into her hair.

"Sleep well?" he asked, pausing to plant a quick kiss on the tip of her nose.

"Yes, thank you," she smiled sleepily, sitting up in her seat. "How long did I sleep?"

"Pretty much the whole trip," he replied, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear.

"What?" she exclaimed, leaning forward in her seat to look out the small window.

Bruce chuckled softly at her as he continued to stroke her hair. "You must have needed it."

"Bruce, I'm so sorry," she apologized, turning her attention back to her husband. "I didn't mean to ignore you."

"Diana, its fine," he shook his head, taking her hand in his and intertwining their fingers. He brought their joined hands to his lips to kiss her knuckles. "I'm just glad you got the sleep that you obviously needed. You're going to need to be rested up for what I've got planned for you this weekend."

"Really?" she coyly replied. "And what could that possibly be? Checkers? Chess? Old Maid?"

"Definitely not those kinds of games, Princess," he chuckled, leaning in to capture her lips again in a slow sultry exchange.

Diana allowed her arms to wrap around his neck, tilting her head with a smile as she thought for a moment. "Hmmm…I have no idea what kind of games you have in mind then."

"I was thinking more along the lines of you," he began, pausing to kiss her hard. "Me…no clothes…your lasso…"

"I don't think Alfred packed my lasso," she slyly grinned. "Guess you'll have to come up with something else."

"Alfred packed most of your bags, but not all of them," he told her. "There was one that I personally packed especially for you."

"And what exactly is in this special bag you packed for me?"

"Just some of the necessities," Bruce cryptically replied.

"My necessities…or your necessities?"

"You are my only true necessity, Princess."

"Good answer, Mr. Wayne," she murmured before kissing him.

"I thought so," he nodded his head.

"So just what do you have up your sleeve?" she asked, playing with the hair at the back of his neck.

"I guess you're just going to have to wait to find out," he smirked.

"You never told me you owned a house in the Caribbean," she told him.

"Actually, we own it and it's a small private island," he explained.

"So we can do whatever we want…wherever we want?" she seductively purred as she raked her teeth over his earlobe.

She felt him shiver in her arms, his breath hitching. It had been a few days since he'd last been with her and he was growing more than desperate to be with her again. "Keep it up, Princess, and I'll be forced to take you right here."

"I'm not stopping you," she whispered in his ear.

"You've been driving me crazy ever since I saw you coming down the stairs this morning in the little red sundress you're wearing," he began to breathe heavily, his hands working up and down her back, occasionally pausing to play with the thin straps of her dress.

"So you like my new dress?" she asked.

"You have no idea," he practically growled. "I think you keep buying these dresses just to drive me out of my mind."

"Are you complaining?"

"Definitely not," he murmured before capturing her lips again in another heated kiss. He swore if he didn't get her alone soon, he was going to go crazy.

Just then, the signal to fasten their seatbelts for descent chimed loudly in the cabin, mingling with the sound of his low growl. "I think that means you have to go back to your seat," she told him, her fingernails lightly raking over his chest through his dress shirt.

"You're making it very difficult to want to let go of you," he told her, kissing her one more time before finally letting her go and returning to his seat.

Buckling his seatbelt, Bruce quickly found Diana's hand reaching across and grabbing hold of his, seemingly missing the contact with him already. He knew how she felt. He already missed it too. He had never dreamed that love could ever be like this, so intense and all-consuming. Diana made him a better man, made him want to be the best he could be just for her and the family they were making together.

And every time that he thought he couldn't possibly love her anymore, he would suddenly look at her and she would give him that million-watt smile, her azure eyes dancing brightly with love for him alone and he found himself falling all over again.

"What?" Diana asked, noticing the way that he was staring at her, the love blazing in his eyes.

He watched as a faint blush suffused her face as she shyly tucked a lock of silky raven hair behind her ear. "Just thinking about how much I truly love you," he finally replied, the sincerity in his voice causing her to flush warmly inside. "You're my whole world, Princess."

"I love you too, my Bruce," she softly declared, leaning over to kiss him.

Kissing her deeply as the plane began its descent, Bruce was beginning to wish he'd just had J'onn teleport them to the island and directly into the bed waiting for them.

XXX

Alfred gently bounced Nicholas in his arms as the little boy whimpered and cried, his face red and wet with tears. "It's going to be alright, Master Nicholas," Alfred cooed as he carried him into the kitchen to fetch a teething ring from the refrigerator.

Nicholas took the cool ring, immediately sticking it into his mouth as he laid his head against Alfred's shoulder. The butler tilted to press his lips to the top of the little boy's head. He was warm to the touch, causing him to grab the bottle of Infant's Tylenol.

He was thankful that Leslie had stopped by the Manor to check on Nicholas as well as to confirm their plans for tomorrow night. Alfred had purposefully made dinner plans with Leslie tomorrow night, leaving Tim and Dick fully in charge of Nicholas, spoiling whatever mischeivious plans they may have been forming.

However, the two partners in crime were completely unaware of this arrangement as of yet.

Alfred smiled to himself as he gave Nicholas his medicine. Little did Dick and Tim know who they were dealing with, although Dick should've definitely learned his lesson by now.

Gathering Nicholas into his arms again, he held the little boy close to him; murmured reassurances and giving gentle pats to let him know that he was going to be alright. He made his way through the Manor, strolling through the halls with a specific destination in mind.

Entering the study, Alfred chuckled softly to him as he gazed at the swing still sitting in the middle of the room half finished. Poor Miss Diana. She was struggling valiantly to get the swing put together for her son, but was finding this was one foe that refused to be beaten.

"You and I may have to put this together for your mum while she's gone," Alfred told Nicholas who was softly whimpering, the tears beginning to slow as he snuggled deeper into his grandfather's hold on him.

Leaving the study, he made his way to the library, shaking his head in amusement at the pile of bags that still needed to be sorted through. Bruce and Diana had managed to sift through several of the bags, putting several of their purchases to use already as they worked to Nicholas-proof the Manor, but they still had several more bags to go.

Making his way around the pile, Alfred rubbed Nicholas's back as he paused before the painting of Thomas and Martha Wayne that hung above the fireplace. He smiled softly at the dearly loved couple, knowing how much they would've loved Diana and Nicholas, Dick and Tim.

They would've been so very proud of what Bruce had made of his life, the choices that he had made and the fight for justice that occupied his nights. Staring up at the painting, he could see how much Nicholas resembled not only Bruce, but Thomas as well. He wondered if Bruce had noticed it yet.

"Master Nicholas," he began, turning so the little boy snuggled into his neck could see the painting. "That is your grandmother and grandfather, Martha and Thomas Wayne."

Nicholas jabbered softly, his indecipherable words interrupted by sniffles and hiccoughing gasps as he chewed on his teething ring. His other hand clung to Alfred's jacket, his little fingers curled tightly against the flap.

"They would've absolutely adored you if they hadn't been taken from this world so many years ago," he informed him. "And you would've loved them too. They were remarkable people."

He stood studying the painting for several long moments, lost in thoughts of what would've been had they not been gunned down so violently in that alley. He finally turned away, moving towards a beautiful framed picture of Bruce and Diana that sat on a desk.

It was their engagement picture that had been plastered across the front page of every single newspaper, tabloid, and magazine in every country around the world. They were side-by-side and slightly turned towards one another in the garden of Wayne Manor, their arms around each other's waists.

Diana's head was slightly tilted down towards her fiancé as she laughed at something that Bruce had said, a loving smile on the would-be groom's face as he appeared to be leaning in to kiss her temple. It was the sweetest picture, a true reflection of their love for one another shining brightly for all to see.

It was evident to all in that picture that their love affair was genuine, true love taken root in the hearts of the Amazon Princess and the Gotham billionaire playboy. Alfred was certain many hearts around the world, both male and female, were shattered the day their engagement had been announced.

Alfred thought that it was the most sincere picture that Bruce had ever taken since his parents had died, the true Bruce Wayne showing through in that moment, his many walls and barriers lowered in the wake of the beautiful Princess's love for him and his for her.

Nicholas suddenly raised his head to look at the picture, pointing and jabbering "mama" and "dada" with a sniffle. His tears were renewed as he stared at the picture of his parents, his bottom lip trembling as buried his face in Alfred's neck again.

Alfred tightened his hold on the little boy as he quickly turned away from the picture. "It's alright, Master Nicholas," he cooed. "Your mother and father will be back before you know it. In the meantime, how about we get a snack to drown our sorrows?"

Heading towards the kitchen once more, the butler couldn't help but wonder how Bruce and Diana were holding up being away from their son for the first time.

XXX

Diana looked back over her shoulder at the boat that sped away from the dock leaving them all alone in their own private sanctuary. She could barely believe the breathtaking beauty that surrounded them, the paradise that reminded her so much of Themyscira.

Being here suddenly made her feel a little homesick, a deep desire to see her mother and sisters unexpectedly welling up inside of her. She turned back to find her husband staring at her, his piercing blue eyes studying her with such an intensity that it caused a shiver to race through her.

He slowly made his way to her, his hand silently reaching out to take hers. He led her up the hill to the enormous house that sat upon it, sheltered beneath the gently swaying branches of palm trees. She could scarcely believe this was all theirs.

Opening the door, he led her inside, sweet anticipation building within now that they were finally alone. Closing the door behind him, Bruce shoved his hands in his pockets as he watched his wife wander around the living room, her eyes lit with amazement. He smiled as she paused to run her fingers along the top of the library table that rested against the back of the leather couch, loving the curl of her lips as she drank in her new surroundings.

He slowly began to walk towards her, making his way around the luggage that had been delivered to the house for them. His eyes raked over the perfect skin left exposed by her dress, appreciating the way the hem of her skirt lightly grazed her thighs and allowing a generous view of her long legs.

The more he watched her, the more he wanted her. And now that he finally had her all to himself, he wasn't going to waste another moment.

Diana turned to find Bruce standing right behind her, his lips crashing into hers as he kneeled down to pick her up in his arms. She fought down the moan that rose in her throat as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

He carried up the stairs and down the hall to the master bedroom suite, not wasting any time as he deposited her on the large bed waiting for them. Kicking his shoes off, he quickly moved over her, his mouth plundering hers as he touched her every place he possibly could, this intimate contact with her not nearly enough.

He wanted so much more, wanted to feel and kiss every single inch of her, to hear her breathlessly crying his name once more.

Diana gasped as he raked his teeth over her collarbone, his hands pulling the straps of her dress down. Her hands moved over him as well, rising desperation taking over as she tugged his shirt free from his pants, her fingers sneaking up beneath the fabric to explore and stroke the muscular planes of his back.

"Diana," he moaned, her fingernails lightly scraping over his skin as she spread her legs and allowed him to settle against her.

Her hands moved to firmly grip his backside, squeezing him before sliding around to the front of his pants. Her fingers made quick work of his belt buckle, swiftly removing it and flinging it across the room without even looking or caring where it had landed.

Bruce pressed his forehead against her shoulder as her fingers slipped inside to grip him, stroking him and taking his breath away like only she ever could. His mouth began to attack her, his teeth sinking into her skin as his mouth sealed around it causing her to hiss with pleasure.

"Bruce…" she gasped, arching her back as he rolled his hips firmly against hers. He was definitely going to be leaving his mark on her quite a bit this weekend. Of course, she was never innocent in that regard either if the fingernail scratches she almost always left on his back were any indication.

At first, she had felt so guilt about the marks and scratches that she left on him after their passionate love making, but Bruce had quickly reassured her that he adored it and was proud to bear her mark, the visible proof of just how much she truly loved him.

He never wanted her to hold anything back when it came to showing her how much she loved him, never wanted her to fear hurting him. He had more than proven himself a worthy lover, more than capable of going toe-to-toe with her.

Bruce suddenly pulled her hand from his pants, intertwining their fingers. "You better stop, Princess," he rasped. "Or this will be over before we've really gotten started."

Diana chuckled softly, using her feet to push his pants down his hips. "Then you better get to work, Wayne," she breathlessly threatened him.

He quickly slipped her dress down her perfect body, kissing his way down to her breasts and unhooking her bra. She arched her back again as his mouth descended on her breast, his hand massaging the other one.

She raked her fingers through his short black hair, pressing her head back into the pillows and tilting back as he stole her breath away. He was rapidly setting her body on fire with his heated ministrations, her mind awash with the pure euphoria flooding it.

Suddenly sitting up, he pulled her lace panties off, a smug smirk forming on his lips. "You have no idea how much you tortured me when I found that red thong in my utility belt," he told her, breathing heavily as he began planting hot wet kisses along her thigh, pausing to pay special attention to her hip bone.

"So you liked it?" she finally managed to get out, tilting her head back again as he began to stroke her.

"Very…very…much…" he hummed against her flesh, sending a vibration of pleasure jolting through her.

He finally kissed his way back up her body, her hands moving to grip his shirt and ripping it from his body. The torn material went sailing through the air to join the belt she assumed, but she really couldn't be sure nor did she really care.

Bruce growled something almost feral as he began to assault her throat, kissing his way to her ear. "I liked that shirt."

"I'll buy you a new one," she murmured, grabbing hold of his face and bringing his mouth to hers.

His boxers quickly shared his shirt's fate, disappearing somewhere over the edge of the bed. He ran his hands down her arms, drawing them away from his body and up over her head, wrapping her fingers around the wooden slats of the headboard.

He knew he was at risk of having her demolish the headboard, but he couldn't have cared less at that moment with the feel of her pressed so deliciously between him and the mattress. He found her lips again, kissing her hard as a fleeting thought of creating an Amazon invincible bed flitted through his mind. That was one project he would take great interest in pursuing.

His mouth descended on her luscious body like a starving man denied food for weeks, anxious for everything that she had to offer him. He ran his hands down the length of her arms before attacking her breasts again, stroking and massaging them until she was arching and writhing from his touch alone, her breathing becoming labored with the constant string of moans spilling from her lips.

"Bruce…" she gasped, her hand slipping free from his headboard with a frantic need to touch him again as well.

"No, Princess," he huskily murmured in her ear, capturing her hand that had settled on his backside and pulling it back up to the headboard. He wrapped her fingers around the post again. "This is all about you right now."

"But…but…Hera!" she managed to get out between exerted breaths, tightening her grip on the headboard as he set her body aflame with a fierce need for him. "But you…what about you?"

She was quickly silenced by his lips on hers, his tongue stroking her mouth, her taste driving his need even higher. "Pleasing you…pleases me…more than you know…"

His hands found her thighs, caressing her smooth skin before drawing her knees up even further. He brushed himself against her, eliciting a sharp gasp at the feel of him so hard against her hot wet center. He smirked as he kissed behind her ear, raking his teeth over the sensitive skin there as he thrust his hips, sheathing himself deep within her core in one fluid motion that caused her to cry out.

Bruce gasped at the feel of her vice-like grip around him, forcing him to momentarily pause to regain control once more, his fingers clawing at the sheets. He began to move his hips, his lips finding hers as his hands finally began to roam over her body again.

He could feel the sweet tension in her muscles as she squirmed, biting her bottom lip. "Bruce…please…" she panted. "I…I…need…Hera! I have to touch you…please…"

"Not yet, Princess," he smirked against her throat as he continued to drive into her, his sure fingers caressing and stroking her into a heated frenzy.

He felt her begin to shudder and tremble beneath him, her teeth digging into her lower lip and drawing blood as she moved her hips with him, meeting each one of his powerful thrusts. She could feel the thick bands of wood in her grip begin to crack from the intense need for release that was pounding fiercely through her entire body now.

Bruce grinned as he heard the headboard begin to crack, knowing all along it was never going to last, not in his powerful wife's grip and definitely unable to withstand how passionately they made love. He was so thankful he was a billionaire and money was never an issue.

He quickly slid his hands up her body moist with sweat, up her arms to cover her hands still gripping the splintering wooden slats of the headboard. He continued to pound into her with wild abandon, his hands keeping her right where he wanted her as he moved over her.

Diana came with a primal scream of his name, taking him over the edge with her as he pumped into her a few more times before emptying himself deep within her. His lips found hers as he uncurled her fingers from the headboard that was barely holding together now. He interlaced their fingers as he pressed his body flush against hers.

"Bruce…" she whispered, breathless and boneless as she returned his languid kisses. "That was…great Aphrodite, Bruce…"

"You're amazing…Princess…" he breathed heavily, fighting to calm the hammering of his heart. "No one has ever…or will ever love you…as much I love you."

Diana smiled softly as she gazed up into his blue eyes, freeing her hand to caress his face. "I hope you never forget how much I truly love you, Bruce Wayne."

He smiled in return, his lips finding hers as he began to worship her all over again, knowing this was only the beginning of their weekend together away from all the stress and pressure of the dangerous lives that they led. He silently swore to himself, vowing in his heart to do everything in his power to keep her safe with him and in his life no matter what.