*Quédate Conmigo - Stay with Me
*Cuando te miro, a ti / Lindos colores, Oh si / Te mueves tan dulce / Solo por vivir / Ah bailare / Hasta al amanecer, contigo / Oh dando vueltas / Bailare hasta al amanecer - Mariposa en Havana, Si*Se
"...What about before? We were so close to...you know."
"Having sex?"
"Making love. Don't think I don't know the difference. I saw it in your eyes even if you don't say it."
"You asked to see me without the mask. No more lies, no more excuses. I wanted you and you wanted me. There wasn't anything else to do but...let it happen."
Two Days - Chapter 1: Text and Talk
The convertible quietly pulled into the Manor garage. Bruce thought how the Batmobile would have announced their arrival with a primal growl of the engine. Instead, he was glad that he was able to park silently in his own home. He glanced over at his passenger, peacefully sleeping in the seat next to him, her silver wrap covering her.
He reached over and lightly brushed her hair away from her face. "Diana. Princess. We're home," he whispered. He thought about that word for a minute - home. This had always been his home; he didn't know any other. Even in his travels around the world learning his martial arts skills, his heart had always been here. It may not have always been a warm, welcoming place, but roots were planted here.
Now he was bringing home someone he would want to share it with. He wondered, would circumstances have let him meet her if his parents had lived? He tried not to think of any scenarios that would have robbed him of this warm, passionate woman who understood the darkness within him, and invited herself in to light his way.
Bruce exited the car, then walked over to the passenger side. Opening the door, he kneeled down level with the sleeping Princess. He knew it was a cliché, but when was he going to get another chance like this - a prince kissing the princess awake.
He hoped many more times after this.
He sat down on the side of the seat and angled himself to towards hers. Leaning over her relaxed body, he looked into her peaceful face. Her eyes moved under her lids; he wondered what she was dreaming about. Probably of dancing, pearlescent light, and flying above the clouds. He was glad he was able to participate in at least two of these dreams. With a thought of flying with her, he bent over and lightly kissed her on the lips.
Suavemente. Con Amor.
"Princesa. Estamos en la casa." Her eyes slowly opened at the sound of his voice. She blinked a few times, and then straightened her body from its slouched position. Stretching her body in the seat, she glanced around, slightly confused. Bruce watched how her curves moved under her dress.
"Oh, Bruce! I'm sorry; I don't usually fall asleep like this. I guess we danced a lot more than I thought."
"Well, that, and you actually used some energy dissipating that spell." He took her hand to help lift her up. She moved slowly, still stiff from her sleeping position.
"Hmmm…I guess that's what it was. I'm feeling a little dizzy. You sure Rosita didn't spike our ginger ale?"
"No, she's harmless for all her bluster. Besides, she wouldn't sneak it. She'd out right dare you to take a shot."
"Sounds familiar. She and Shay would get along fine."
"Let's keep those two separated. Don't need them giving each other ideas on how to get us hitched. Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine. It's just been a very, um, charged night." She reached down to take off her shoes, despite still being in the garage. Bruce surprised her by hooking his arms under her knees and around her back, lifting her off her feet.
"Keep those on. I want to see you in those...and nothing else." Diana gazed into his eyes, seeing the desire start to bloom. She could feel her heart start to beat faster, and her breathing picked up. The way he held her, she could feel his hard muscles pressed against her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and started leaning in for a kiss.
"Not yet, Princess. We're still wearing the charms. Don't want to destroy the city, do we?"
"They'll die happy." She did restrain from kissing him, but she laid her hand on his chest, letting her hand move past his shirt to caress his skin underneath. She could feel his heartbeat increase as well. He started walking towards the entrance to the manor, carrying his princess inside.
Glancing around, Bruce was relieved to see that no one was waiting up for him. Usually if the Batmobile was still parked in the cave, that was an indication that he was out for less dangerous business. Alfred took that to be a night off from his medical vigil, and he went straight to bed. Seeing the area was clear, Bruce continued to carry Diana towards the staircase.
"Bruce, I can walk! You don't have to carry me all the way up there. I'm okay, really. Put me down."
Bruce reluctantly followed her request. "If you insist. But know I was going to carry you all the way up to my room and, um, start round three."
"Hmm...why wait?" Slowly starting with his neck, Diana let her hand glide down his chest. She reached into his shirt and hooked the charm's chain around her finger, pulling it up and around his head. Hanging it around one of the stair banisters, she boldly circled him. As she stepped around him, she let her arm wrap around his waist and run along his backside. She let her hand linger there, giving him a little squeeze in challenge.
Taking the hint, Bruce pulled the teasing princess back to face him. He let his fingers touch the soft skin along the top of her bodice as he reached for her charm. He took pleasure in watching how her breasts raised and fell as she took a breath at his touch. Using his other hand, he moved her hair out of the way as he lifted her charm from around her neck. He hung the trouble making charm from the other banister.
"We should really get those to a safer place. What if Tim finds them?"
"We will, though I would rather find another place for them than upstairs. I intend to be as...what did you call me...intense as I can be with you tonight. Don't want to unintentionally wake those up."
"And just how intense do you intend to be?" Bruce cleared the smirk right off her face as he attacked her lips, pushing her on the staircase. He had to take her by surprise or he might find himself at the disadvantage. But there was something he wanted to do ever since he kissed her on the stairs in the cave, especially now he knew she was bare underneath her dress.
Diana nearly tripped as she found herself backed onto the steps, but she was enjoying kissing Bruce too much to care. She realized that they had finally received the privacy they needed. No inappropriate labs, open hydroponics bays, thin lead-walled training rooms, nor public dance clubs. They could love at their leisure, or their haste, as they so desired.
They reveled in each other as their kiss grew from soulful, to hungry, to desperate, to outright devouring. The hall echoed with their heavy breathing and the sound of their bodies rubbing together. A muffled moan escaped a throat, to be quickly squelched as to not wake other sleeping residence. A low laugh followed, knowing that he was winning this round so far.
Bruce wrapped an arm around Diana's waist, pulling her in closer to him as he knelt on a lower stair. This allowed him to run his other hand up her thigh, pushing her dress out of the way. She ran her fingers through his hair, her other hand tugging at the buttons on his shirt. She was seriously tired of not being able to feel his bare skin. She was nearly halfway down when he touched her on an entirely different type of button - one at the top of her legs.
She nearly dislodged him with her surprised jolt. Her squeak echoed through the hall, making him pause his touch. "Don't you dare stop, Bruce." She emphasised her demand by moving her hips closer to his hand. He answered by applying just a little more pressure.
"Mmmm...you want this? Tell me you do."
"Yes, please...oh gods, Bruce. I want this...more..." Her gasp was cut off as he covered her mouth with his own, touching her between her legs in a way he knew she would enjoy. He wanted to bring her pleasure, to the very height of feminine satisfaction, before taking his own. He knew he would be bringing her pain then.
Bruce tongue echoed the way his fingers were touching Diana, giving her a sense of him being all over her. Her low moans timed to the way her hips started moving, making it seem as if she were dancing to her own music. She was definitely following his lead.
Delighted that he was able to get this much out of her, Bruce decided to see how much more he could do. Detaching his lips from hers, he ran a succession of kisses down her neck, lingering in at the crook of her neck, remembering a sweet and salty flavor he had experienced there. He continued to stroke her, noticing how moist the area was becoming. He wondered if that was tart and tangy as well.
If Diana had been paying attention, she would have seen a smoldering glance from the man on top of her, looking down at her passion filled face. She closed her eyes to block out all other sensations other than his touch. Slowly, he covered her mouth with his own, kissing her as if he was licking an especially sweet ice cream cone. Her long moan nearly had him grinning. Then, he swiftly ducked down, replacing his finger with his tongue, giving her a whole different type of kiss...
Diana's eyes shot open at the entirely new sensation she was feeling. He was devouring her in a way she hadn't even thought about experiencing. She almost tried to move away from him, the feeling almost overwhelmingly pleasurable, but he had hooked his arms around her legs, keeping her still. She grabbed one of the spokes in the stair handrail, just trying to hold on and enjoy the ride.
Bruce received encouragement from the almost nonsensical noises she had started making. He thought he heard a mixture of Greek expletives, Spanish exclamations, and sounds that started out as words but petered off into expressions of delight. She tasted so damned sweet, he continued to eat her like she was dessert. Her 'a dios mio' was the clearest phrase he could make out before he decided to ratchet the up intensity, just...a...little...bit...
Unhooking his arms, he scratched his nails down one leg, grazing the nook right behind her knees. The twitch from her hips told him that, yes indeed, she was ticklish there. Continuing to taste her feminine treasures, he let a finger touch her outside her entrance. Just enough to give her an idea of what was coming next. Slowly, he rubbed her here while licking her there.
Her climax took both of them by surprise. Diana arched her back off the stairs, putting her hands over her mouth to keep from screaming, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. Bruce felt the rush of moisture that confirmed her pleasure. He started sucking the area, making sure he didn't miss one single drop. He could feel her starting to shake. He was sure he had just made her come again.
Having mercy on her, for now, he gave the area one last lick before moving back up towards her top. He settled himself between her thighs, enjoying how she automatically hooked her legs around him. She finally opened her eyes, just in time to see him wipe his chin with the back of his hand, and lick his lips as if saying "mmmm, delicioso." He laid his body on top of hers, letting his arms hold his weight off of her, his elbows on either side of her on the stairs.
"So, Princess. Will you let me carry you upstairs now, or do you think you can walk?" He leaned down to lightly kiss her lips, her neck, nibble her earlobe, back to her lips...
"Hmm...um, I can...oh, nevermind. Carry me, take me here, you can do whatever you want to me. I'm yours." That one statement from Wonder Woman made Bruce Wayne feel like the luckiest man in the world. To illustrate her surrender, she let her arms flop onto the stair above her head, loose like limp noodles. He reached up, bringing her arms to rest around his neck, then hooked his arms under knees and back, like he had before she demanded her release. He liked this turn of events.
Lifting her up, he pleased to see her eyes heavily lidded in satisfaction. He was going to enjoy waking her up again. He started walking with her up the stairs until he remembered two little problems they needed to take care of. "Princess, could you get those?" He angled her down towards one of the banisters. Seeing his intent, she reached out and unhooked the charm from its hanging spot. He turn with her in his arms, letting her grab the other charm.
"You think we'll be able to use these again?" Diana held them up in front of their eyes. She thought she could see a smallest glimmer of light, but she didn't trust what she saw. She was seeing stars and sparkles of her own.
"Possibly. But let's think about that later. We have better things to do." He carried her reverently up the rest of the stairs, careful not to jostle her too much. He tried to memorize the weight of her in his arms; light enough to be feminine, solid enough to be an Amazon champion. He felt as if he could hold her for the rest of her life.
Kicking his bedroom door open, he flipped on the light with the hand under Diana's knee. He gently set her down on her feet, watching as her silver sandals touched delicately onto the thick carpet. Those so stay on. Silently, he took the charms from Diana's hands and walked them over to his bureau, laying them beside the bottle of cologne that had become his signature scent.
Bruce turned around and gazed at the beautiful princess waiting for him. Even after all that they've done together, and especially after what he had done to her, she still seemed so pure, so innocent. She stood there, one hand grasping a silver bracelet, her head ducked down shyly, eyes glancing up at him bashfully. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, delicately biting her bottom lip. What a contrast from earlier. She wasn't this shy on the dance floor. Adorable.
The alpha part of Bruce wanted to stalk up and devour her right where she stood. The man in him, the one nurtured at the lap of a British gentleman, slowly approached her, giving her a gentle touch on the arm, comforting her nervousness. "Are you sure you want to do this, Diana? I won't think less of you if you want to wait..."
"No, I do. It's just," she closed her eyes, sighing, "I can feel the displeasure of my gods. Some of them do not like what I'm...we're about to do. I can tell that there will be consequences for this, for my love for you."
"Why are you being judged so harshly, Diana? You're a woman, they made you as one. Why shouldn't you live as one?"
"Because I am their direct creation. Each god had a specific motive for making me, and two of those were virgin goddesses. And it feels as if the other gods are moving away, as if I'm consciously deciding not to be their champion. Only one really wants to stay with me. She's been waiting to, uh, bless us for a quite a while now."
"Hmmm...I always did think Aphrodite was unfairly underestimated. She has my respect, that's for sure." Bruce reached over, brushing her hair away from her cheek. "If you needed to petition them, ask them for permission, we can wait. I don't want to be the one to get you in tro..."
"No, Bruce. You were right before. I'm making a conscious choice to be happy, now, here with you. They can judge all they want. Remember - I'm willing to give up my immortality, youth and power to be with you. I love you. I won't accept living any other way."
Diana's words shot straight through Bruce's wounded heart, humbling him almost to his knees. He was made to feel small in the presence of her brave defiance, yet powerful in her love for him. He felt as if he had to say something, but couldn't think of anything else but...
"I love you so much, Diana. Stay with me, for as long as we have." He wasn't sure what he meant by it, not even sure if she knew either. But his heart was there, and he would be damned if he'd let anything take her from him. He felt a wave of confidence at her acknowledging nod. Sure that no matter what, they would face it together.
Diana glanced down at Bruce's heartfelt statement. Never would she have thought to hear such words from him. How things had changed so fast. She felt him put a finger under her chin, lifting her eyes to his. "I don't want to hurt you, but..."
"Don't worry Bruce. It will be only a momentary pain. Besides," she smiled slightly "you've done worse."
"How?" That wasn't exactly what he had expected to hear.
"Remember that time when we were sparring, and you reversed my attack and threw me head first into the wall? I actually blacked out for a few minutes. Waking up to you laughing at me was about as bad, too. I think that's way worse than anything we can do now."
"First of all, that was your own damned fault for not seeing your opening. Secondly, I knew you were okay, so I was allowed to laugh at you. And third...I guess you have a point. It's just, this is so different from throwing each other around a padded room."
"Only the first time. After that, we'll see." She appreciated how he was trying to help her make light of the situation. She honestly was nervous, but anticipating it as well. "Though, if that preview I got earlier is going to be a regular occurence, I'm ready and willing to start." She glanced up slyly at him, giving him that "come hither, take me now" look.
He knew he was blushing at her bold statement, and couldn't help but chuckle at her sass. His chuckle became contagious, making her laugh lightly at his embarrassment. Laughing together, they leaned in to share a light kiss. And as their light kisses were wont to do, it exploded into full-out desire.
All the emotions, all the lust and tension ignited as their smiles disappeared and they leaned into each other. All thoughts of gentleness and vying for domination disappeared. Now, it was simply expressing what they felt, physically. Time - past and future - lost all relevance to the present they were experiencing together.
Diana recommenced unbuttoning Bruce's shirt. She refrained from ripping it open, wanting to let him see her wear it later. Finally getting that last troublesome button open, she shoved the shirt off of him, rubbing the front of his body, lifting the white undershirt over his head. The sight and feel of his bare skin made her pause in wonder.
She had known his body was scarred from various wounds and battles, she could see a few on his arms and legs when he wore the chiton in Themyscira. But despite all that, or because, he was beyond magnificent. Slowly, she let her fingers trace the ripples of his abs, the scars on his chest, the marks along his clavicle. She lightly touched the mark she put on him, giving a slight smile at her audacity. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his, wanting to come into contact with as much of his flesh as possible.
Bruce nearly lost control as Diana explored his skin. Very few ever got to see him this exposed, despite his reputation. Her touch was feather soft, grazing areas he didn't know were sensitive. When she held him closer, he had to feel more of her. He reached behind her, found the zipper to her dress, and pulled down. The red dress, the one she had worried over only a few hours before, pooled at her feet like a scarlet petal falling off a rose.
Bruce took a step back, marveling at the most beautiful vision he had ever seen. It was like she was sculpted from marble, yet as soft as the sea-foam that bore another goddess out of the sea. He didn't realize such a contrast in pale pinks and dark brunettes could exist on a body, but he had proof standing before him. No matter what darkness Bruce found himself in later in life, the vision of a naked Diana would always light his memory on fire.
Diana boldly walked towards him, unashamed of her nakedness, reaching towards the belt that held the last pieces of clothing between them. She almost mentioned how much easier his utility belt had been to unclasp than this particular buckle, but she didn't want to break the spell. Diana let his slacks pool alongside her dress, and smirked as she let her fingers glide along the ridge of his boxer briefs. Bruce knew she was remembering a certain phone call that had made him drop the receiver, and he let her take in the irony of her question of "boxers or briefs". But before she could pull them down, he took her hands from his waist and pulled her to him.
"Not yet. Let me get you comfortable first." Leaning down, he disposed his feet of their socks and shoes, then led her to the bed across the room. He knew he was finally getting her where he had wanted her ever since she had stayed at the manor. He wanted to savor the moment for a little while longer.
He gently laid her down, helping her position herself on the middle of the bed with her heels still on. Like the way he observed her on the transporter pad, he ran his eyes along her body, taking in the details as she waited for him to join her. Her eyes, darkened to almost the cerulean color of the Mediterranean, gazing up at him with a hunger he hoped to fulfill.
Her pitch black hair surrounded her face like a halo, contrasting with the paleness of her skin. The pink tips of her breasts moved with her heavy breathing, and the dip in her torso gave way to a soft patch of dark curls. The little silver heels she wore gave her leverage to bend her long legs at the knees. They were slightly parted, waiting to welcome him home.
Bruce was so transfixed with the sight before him, he nearly forgot to move until she reached for him. Her arms stretched out, inviting him to join her. He took her offered hands, lightly by the fingertips, and moved closer to her. But before he could lay down, she stopped him. She sat up, positioned herself on her knees, bringing her close to him, face to face. She reached behind him and let her hands trace his spine and down the muscular swell of his behind. She drew down his briefs along the way.
Slightly shy, she glanced down, curious at this part of him that made them so different. She decided that every sculpture of male gods ever made was a pale comparison to the specimen in front of her. She peeked up bashfully into his eyes. He looked back, an eyebrow raised in curiosity, the playboy definitely making an appearance. She nearly bowled him over, though, with her silently mouthed "wow."
"Um, thanks?" Bruce ducked his head into her neck, blushing at the commentary of his endowment. Honestly, he's heard more explicit descriptions of himself from various witnesses that claimed to have experienced him, even though he had actually sent them on their way drunk and unfulfilled. Diana's honest and simple remark was the best compliment he could have received. He started to nuzzle her neck, breathing in her scent and gently sucking on the skin there. That turned into an almost feral bite when she started to stroke him.
Diana had never felt anything like it before. Bruce being the first man she had ever been with, his erection was something she found very curious. He was hard in his excitement, yet soft and warm at the same time. She continued to touch him, exploring the texture and weight. She didn't realize it, but she was slowly driving him insane.
He drew her hand away from him. If she continued as she was, he wouldn't be able to last. He pushed her back firmly onto the bed, letting the alpha come out and take over for a moment. He intended to take his time worshipping her...then worship her all over again.
He lifted one of her heeled feet to his shoulder, letting his eyes travel down the length of her leg and over the rest of her body. Using the most feather soft of touches, he grazed his fingers down from her ankle, over her calf, and behind her knee. He smiled at her little wiggle as she reacted to his tickle. He let that leg drop to his side, and did the same to the other leg. Gods forbid he neglect that limb, though it seemed she was more ticklish behind her right knee than her left. Good to know.
Using his full palms, he moved his hands up the outside of her thighs, allowing himself to move closer to her. He dipped down to nip her along her skin as he traveled up her body; hip bone, flat belly, naval, the curve of her waist, under the ribs, between and under her breasts. He teased the tip of her breast, watching it turn from pale pink to rose as her nipple hardened, then switching over to the other. His low moan reverberated through her body. She echoed his sound with a high-pitched gasp as she tried to breathe, her entire body shivering from his skillful attention.
He reached down between her legs again, wanting to make sure she was prepared for him. He rubbed her in the way she liked, bringing another rush of moisture. She started moving her hips for him, like she did when teasing him on the dance floor. He moved his lips away from her breasts, bypassing every other part of her, going straight for her mouth. He couldn't wait anymore, he had to have her.
He pushed her farther into the middle of the large king sized bed, letting him lay his entire body over her. She grasped at his shoulders, pulling him onto her, then started rubbing his muscular back in encouragement. She could feel the scars across his back, a texture bearing witness to his unbridled will to survive. This turned her on even more.
Their lips danced as they kissed like it was the last time, or the first. Bruce positioned his hips over hers, letting her feel him close to her entrance. She started moving her hips in earnest, rubbing against him, begging him for a release. He grabbed her hips and started moving with her, their rhythm heightening to the rushing pulse of their blood.
He tried to prolong the moment, allowing their bodies, their arms, their lips, their legs simply move in their desperate heat. He was getting dizzy from the increased breathing she was causing him. She was nearly delirious with desire, calling his name...begging, pleading...
They were in the right place. He wanted to give her everything she wanted, everything he had. He needed a release, she wanted more. It was the right time.
He positioned himself at her entrance...and pushed. He paused, feeling how she froze and tensed up. Her gasp became a whimper, the first of the pain taking over her. He wasn't sure if he should do it faster or slower. She didn't know, but she was a first for him, too. He had never been anyone's first...ever.
"Diana, I'm sorry. My love, I'm so sorry. I can stop..." He stared into her face, caressing her cheeks, pushing away her hair.
"No, please. Don't stop. More...show me more..." He pushed farther, moving his hips upwards and inwards. Her face screwed up in pain, a tear escaping her closed eyes. Her whimper became a sob. He hated that he was making her feel this way. But, dear gods above, she felt so good...
She didn't know how to tell him, but he wasn't the one causing her pain. He felt so good to her, she wanted to make him take her fully. But with each inch he entered her, she felt the anger and vengeance of two virgin goddesses that had helped create her. They made sure with each move he made, she would feel their displeasure as a ripping, hot agony in her nether regions. He pushed more, she nearly screamed as it felt like she was stabbed with a spear to her belly, or an arrow to her side...
Please...stop! Why are you doing this to me? I've done nothing but honor you! I just want to love him! Please...help me.
He pushed deeper. Dear gods, how much more of him is there? Her eyes squeezed shut, and she tried breathing through the pain. She held onto his shoulders like a lifeline, his solid presence an anchor to the divine rage she was experiencing. She almost relented and started to plead for him to stop, when she felt a soothing presence chase the fury away.
Soft like sea-foam and pink as the coral shell she arrived on, Aphrodite pushed away her vengeful sisters, then blessed her dutiful worshiper. Her whisper calmed Diana's spirit and body, healing the invisible wounds inflicted by the selfish goddesses. Love him. My gift to you. Honor me.
Bruce started at Diana's relieved gasp. "Princess? Are you okay?" She answered by opening her eyes, blinking away her tears. She looked up into his face, seeing his concern for her, and his underlying need to continue moving. She answered by wrapping her legs around his hips, and pulling him fully into her. After the pain she had felt before, the slight stretching she felt now was nothing. In fact, Sweet Aphrodite - he...felt...great!
Bruce nearly passed out with pleasure. She was so tight! He pushed even harder, filling her as far as he could go. Drawing back out, he pushed in again. She raised her hips to meet him, giving just the smallest bit of twist. And again, he thrusted into her - she twisted and squeezed. There were no words to describe it.
They started moving in earnest, making love as they had wanted to for days...years...and beyond. Bruce gripped her shoulders, holding her still has he started to add his own twist to his thrusts. She threw her head back, finally feeling the ecstasy that she had heard about for so long. Knowing he was inside of her, so intimately close, sent a wave of pleasure through her body. He nestled his face into her hair, thrusting faster, harder.
Diana moved as her body bade her, arching her back, moving her hips, meeting his thrusts, twisting, pushing, squeezing, rubbing...
Bruce, known for his steel will and control, let loose all his pent-up lust. He released all his power, and used his strength to pound into her. His rhythm was almost too fast, so she let him lead. He lifted her hips up higher, and she could feel a delicious friction on other parts of her warm areas. She wrapped her legs around his waist, hooking her ankles together, and let him ride her. Her entire body shook at the sheer force of him driving into her.
He knew he was near his own climax. He reached down, unhooking her knees from his hips. Bruce pushed her legs farther apart, raising himself above her to watch her bounce. She answered by roughly grabbing his face, and desperately kissing him, matching the movements of his hips...his thrusts...his...
Their combined pleasure roared out of their mouths, uncaring who heard them. He pushed again and she screamed his name. He grabbed her hair, thrusting even harder. His final push had him spilling inside of her, his growl sounding like her name, but lost in the relieved grunt from the back of his throat. He stroked her, from the inside and outside, until it felt like she was coming down from her high, too.
They moved together a few more times. He collapsed onto her, his energy spent, his lust sated. She wrapped her arms around him, enjoying his weight on top of her. She was breathing hard, and stray tears were still falling from her eyes. Bruce felt one graze his cheek, and he lifted himself onto his elbows to gaze down at her.
"Diana? You're crying! I thought you were enjoying it. I'm so sorry, I was too rough..."
"No, you were terrific! This...I can't control the tears. They're happy tears." She leaned into his caress as he wiped them away. He kissed her, further clearing the salty liquid from her lips. He searched her face, seeking to find out if she really did enjoy herself. Hoping to please her, he knew one more thing he could do that would make her happy.
"I love you, Diana. I love you so much."
"And I love you, Bruce, so very much." She glanced up at him mischievously. "And I have to say...that was so much better than being struck by lightning."
Bruce stared down at her in amazement. She's got jokes...now! He couldn't help it. He started chuckling, laughing at her audacity. She wrapped her arms around his neck, lightly laughing in relief. He nestled his face in her neck, hiding his mirth. This made her giggle even more.
She felt so light, so free. She finally had him. They were together. She was the happiest woman in the world.
His muffled "yes!" pushed her over the edge. Her laughter echoed through the room. So her gods were judging her. She would face them, the man in her arms by her side. She's made her choice. She wouldn't lose.
They settled into the covers of his bed. Bruce helped her get under the sheets, but realized she still had her sandals on. He reached down and helped her take them off. In the process, he found out her feet were ticklish, too. He wrapped her into his arms and pulled her in close to him. She sighed as he snuggled into her back, spooning her into his embrace. Together, they drifted asleep...
For about thirty minutes. Then someone started stirring. A wiggle issued a challenge. A pair of hands reached for his favorite body part. Two pairs of blue eyes slowly opened...
Round four. Or was that five? They stopped counting...
To be continued...
*When I look, to you / Beautiful colors, oh yes / You move so sweet / Only by living / And I will dance / until dawn, with you / oh spinning around / I will dance until dawn - Butterfly in Havana - Si*Se
A/N First of all...whoo! {{Fanning self}} Yeah...can't believe I wrote that. Um. Yeah. Hope it was good for you. BTW, this chapter is dedicated to my Twitter friend KenjiMania, who kept asking for it. There's your lemonade! Go A's!
Anyway...so. At the beginning of the story I wrote that there was a subtle theme that I was weaving through here. Did you see it? If you think it was the Spanish flavor...nope! There was something else - take a look below:
Elements of a Fairytale
Special beginning and/or ending words
~ Once upon a time...and they lived happily ever after. Sometimes, there's a surprise ending… (Surprise ending...um, yep!)
Good character
~ Do you see a kind, innocent character? Is the good character clever? Is s/he helped by others?
Evil character
~ Do you see a witch? A demon? An evil stepmother? A sinister gnome?
In the end, the evil character usually loses somehow… (Well, she wasn't EVIL...just a little short sighted!)
Royalty
~ Is there a castle? A prince? A princess? A king? A queen?
Poverty
~ Do you see a poor working girl, a poor family, a poor shepherd? – Do you see poor people trying to eke out a living to have enough to eat
Magic and Enchantments
~ Do you see magical things happening? Do you see talking animals/objects? You might see fairies, trolls, elves, goblins, etc.
Reoccurring Patterns / Numbers
~ Do you see any patterns? Often, you'll see things, phrases, tasks appear in "threes," "sixes," and/or "sevens"
Universal Truths
~ the tale probably touches on some universal experiences (i.e., coming of age) or hopes (i.e., to have enough food and love)
Common motifs ~
- Talking animals / objects
- Cleverness / trickster / word games
- Traveler's tales
- Origins ~ where do we come from?
- Triumph of the poor
- Human weakness explored (i.e., curiosity, gluttony, pride, laziness, etc.)
- Human strengths glorified (i.e., kindness, generosity, patience, etc.)
- Trickster (sometimes a hero, sometimes on the side of evil but humans benefit)
- Tall story (slight exaggeration – hyperbole)
- Magic words or phrases; repetition of phrases/words (abracadabra!)
- Guardians (fairy godmothers, mentors, magical helpers, guides, etc.)
- Monsters (dragons, ogres, evil creatures, etc.)
- Struggle between good and evil, light and dark
- Youngest vs. Oldest (sons, daughters, sibling rivalry)
- Sleep (extended sleep, death-like trances)
- Impossible tasks (ridiculously mind-numbing, fantastic effort needed to complete, etc.)
- Quests
- Gluttony / Starvation (there's a fine line between eating for survival and succumbing to temptation)
- Keys, passes (opening new doors)
- Donors, Benefactors, Helpers
So, they might not be straight on interpretations, and I didn't use all of them, but they're there! Did you see the fairy godmother? And the Red Riding Hood reference? Hehehehe...Bruce, you bad wolf you.
I will post the source link for the text above on my social pages. Re-read the story with this in mind. Until next time...(there's a weekend at a manor I have to write about!) - D. Nox :-)