Author's Note: Sorry for the long delay in updating. I'm back to school again and Legion came out at the same time. Needless to say, I've been rather busy. Having to wait until I could write this has been torture.
There is more graphic sex in this chapter, so reader discretion is advised. However, I promise you there's some real plot (and fluff) too. Enjoy!
"Are you ready for your first day of work?" Bruce asked, sipping his coffee casually.
Diana had been adamant about wanting a normal a day job as part of her quest to better understand man's world. With his assistance, that dream was finally coming to fruition.
She swallowed a mouthful of the delicious omelet Alfred had made. "Truthfully, I'm a little nervous," Diana responded, tucking a loose lock of raven hair behind her ear.
God, she's so cute, Bruce thought. "You'll do fine," he assured her, putting his hand over hers. "You're perfect for the position."
The position he was referring to was the director of human resources at the Gotham branch of Wayne Tech Enterprises. With her natural empathy and people skills, Bruce was supremely confident that she would indeed handle the role well, and with the falsified background he'd concocted for her, it had been a trivial matter for her to land her the job.
It was the perfect arrangement. Having Diana working for his company would keep them close enough without infringing on her independence. After all, she would be the head of her own department and not necessarily beholden to him.
"Thanks," Diana said, smiling. She took another bite and chewed thoughtfully.
Bruce returned the grin with one of his own. Having her here at the mansion the past few weeks had been a blast. During that time, the couple had worked tirelessly on her secret identity and impersonation skills. Diana was enthusiastic about having a normal life and learning more of what it was like to be among mortals, especially now that she was relieved of her duties as Wonder Woman and the Themiscyran ambassador. That enthusiasm had made her a fast learner.
It will be good to work with her, Bruce thought. He was certain that she felt the same way.
"How do I look?" Diana asked.
Bruce scanned her carefully. She had used makeup to change her facial skin tone slightly, just the way he'd taught her. Diana had fiercely insisted that she not cut, nor dye her hair, so the natural compromise was a change of style. Her midnight tresses were swept up into a professional-looking bun. A pair of glasses with non-functional lenses adorned her face. She was dressed in a knee-length skirt, modest blouse, an expensive jacket, and (of course) a pair of black high heels.
Bruce's mouth was suddenly dry. Although he much preferred seeing her in her old uniform, the woman still stunned him.
"Gorgeous," he whispered throatily, a vacant look on his face.
"You are incorrigible," she chuckled, shaking her head. "Thank you, but really: do I look like Wonder Woman?"
Her beauty still shone through the admittedly effective disguise. He had, of course, known it would be impossible to conceal completely. However, there were lots of tall, attractive black-haired women in the world, and without any obvious visual ties to Wonder Woman, it seemed as if Diana was going to pass rather well as a mortal.
Bruce shrugged. "To me…yes. To your average person…I highly doubt it."
She smirked, clearly proud of herself. "Told you I could do it."
"I never doubted you," Bruce protested.
"I know." She finished her breakfast and pushed the plate away, suddenly turning to him. "Thank you, Bruce. For everything." She rubbed his arm gently.
"For you, Princess…anything," he responded, giving her a peck on the cheek.
Across the table, Damian cleared his throat. "You'd better get used to it," Bruce admonished. The boy frowned but didn't say anything.
"Now that this is all taken care of," Diana began, gesturing at the disguise she wore, "does that mean we can focus more heavily on training? Not that I'm ungrateful…"
Bruce had been able to put aside some time from his daytime duties as Mr. Wayne and his nightly duties as Batman to start teaching her everything she would need to know to fight as a non-powered hero. As an extremely skilled warrior, she'd taken to it rather well, merely having to adjust skills she already possessed as opposed to learning entirely new ones.
It wasn't that Bruce lacked confidence in her newfound abilities. Rather, it was more that he worried about her, wanted to make absolutely certain that Diana was as prepared as possible to fight crime again. To that end, Bruce had held her back, insisting that she needed more practice. Diana had resisted his efforts with her usual stubbornness and independent mindset, leading to their relationship becoming strained and argumentative lately.
She was beginning to fear that Bruce would never trust her to handle herself. Although Diana relished the idea of spending time with him and had deeply enjoyed living with him so far, she also wanted a modicum of freedom. The fact that Diana was still depressed about all that had happened recently with her mother certainly wasn't helping her poor mood, either.
The last thing that Bruce wanted to do was crush her spirit. Lately, that was exactly what he had been doing to her. Nothing would make him happier than lifting her mood and seeing her as a proud hero once again.
"I promise you, Diana," he said, looking straight into her eyes, "I will stop at nothing to make sure that you WILL be a superhero again. It's just going to take some time, that's all."
Diana found that she believed him with all her heart. She had trusted this man countless times before, and it had always paid off in the end. Reluctantly setting aside her doubts, she nodded her head.
"We'll redouble our efforts tonight," he added. "But first, there's something I want to show you after work."
"Oh?" she asked, raising an eyebrow slyly.
"Well, it's actually two things. But yes," he answered.
"Lucky me. I can't wait," she said, secretly hoping that one of them was a prototype costume.
The two lovers, as well as Damian, finished the meal in silence, merely enjoying the other's company.
"Oh, shoot," Diana said, glancing at her watch. "I'd better get going." She rushed out of the kitchen, grabbing the keys to her brand new red Ferrari that Bruce had bought her.
"Are you sure you'll all right to drive?" he asked.
The amazon frowned at him, looking insulted. "I can fly a jet plane," she deadpanned.
Her indignation stung him. Bruce knew he was being ridiculous, but he hadn't been able to stop himself. He had been alone for so long, had gone without anyone to care about for such a long time that he had forgotten what it was like to be concerned. True, Bruce had had Damian for a while now, but that was…different. Deep down, the only person he really trusted to do anything was himself; even if it was only half of himself.
While the billionaire was lost in thought, Diana had already gone out the door. He was now alone with his son.
Damian pushed his empty plate away and stood up. "And I thought you were being over-protective of me," the boy said in his usual monotone. He walked out, stopping in the doorway. "At least you have time for her," he remarked over his shoulder. "I may as well go back and train with Nightwing."
Bruce sighed and took a long gulp of his coffee.
Hippolyta paced doggedly back and forth across the clean, white marble of her private quarters. She wore a hard scowl. It had been a week since Batman (she quivered with fury at the thought of that name) had absconded from the island with her Diana; and yet, she still hadn't reasoned out the puzzle that gnawed at the corners of her psyche.
Knowing that she could do absolutely nothing to protect Diana from the horrors of man's world, could do nothing to protect her from whatever Batman might be doing to her at that very moment, it engendered a feeling of powerlessness within her. The intense emotion clamped down around her heart like icy claws and turned her stomach. Deep inside, though, it gave way to pure, white hot rage that threatened to vaporize her composure.
The worst part was, it had been she who had taken away Diana's powers. Because of her actions, Diana was now stranded in an alien world without magical abilities to ensure her safety. The irony of this fact was not lost on Hippolyta; the utter guilt and self-hatred was nearly consuming her. To say that she'd suffered restless nights and low spirits would be a grand understatement.
"What could drive her to behave this way?" she exasperatedly said. "How could that man drive Diana, my noble Diana, to turn against her own sisters like this, to turn against me, her own mother!" The queen threw up her hands in abject frustration, on the verge of yelling.
Off to the side of the room, Artemis stood with her hands behind her back, head still bandaged. The redhead eyed the amazon queen carefully. This past week had been stressful for them both. Hippolyta's question burned within her mind as well.
"Truly mistress, I have absolutely no idea," Artemis said. It felt like she was beating a dead horse.
The queen was silent again, as if she was considering something. She stopped walking and turned to the other woman. "Artemis, I summoned you here today because you are a close friend of my daughter's. In fact, I know that you two are more than that, even."
"I am those things no longer. Not after what she's done."
Hippolyta nodded. "Fair enough…but my point is that you knew Diana in a different way than I did. Perhaps you have some special insight that I lack. Perhaps she confided things to you that she would never share with me; things that could explain her radical change of character." Artemis seemed hesitant, unsure if betraying Diana's trust was the right thing to do despite what had happened. "I know it may seem unethical, but please…I just want to understand," the queen went on.
The fiery amazon sighed. "As you are well aware, when Diana was growing up, she was an extremely inquisitive girl, full of questions about the philosophies behind our way of life. She was curious about man's world above all, and wanted to know why we keep ourselves sequestered away from it. What you may not realize, however, is that she secretly held on to these thoughts well into her adulthood." Artemis paused, finding a lump in her throat at the conjured memories of the next part. She forced herself to talk past it, causing her voice to sound strained. "When we were alone, we would frequently speak about this topic. Diana loved to speculate about what man's world was like, and even expressed interest in seeing it for herself on multiple occasions. I, of course, found this highly disturbing, so I tried to talk her out of it. It became a point of contention between us, a wedge that drove us apart and destroyed the relationship." The headstrong amazon looked away, trying not to let tears grace her eyes. "This is all my fault. I knew something like this was going to happen someday, but I was far too bitter about losing her to care. I'm...sorry."
Hippolyta strode over to the red-haired warrior and placed a hand on her shoulder. "You can't think that way. It will eat your soul from the inside. Besides, if the blame belongs to anyone, it is mine. Diana is my child. I should've realized…should have put a stop to it. Moreover, it is I who have left her powerless in a foreign land. The burden falls on my shoulders."
A moment of silence passed between the two women. Eventually Artemis sniffed, wiped away the tears, and stood proudly once again. "Thank you," she said.
Hippolyta nodded, then walked over to the balcony that protruded from her bedroom. Artemis followed her. "Perhaps he didn't corrupt her as much as I thought," the queen mused, staring out at the beautiful Themiscyran landscape. "The seeds were always there, weren't they? They were just waiting for someone like him to come along and simply cultivate them." She sighed again, shaking her head. "If I'm to have any hope of getting my daughter out of this, Artemis, I need to understand her relationship with this man; what she feels and why. I need to understand Batman, who he is, and how he thinks. According to what you've told me today, I also need to come to better understand Diana's personality as well."
"How do you propose to do that, my queen?" Artemis inquired.
"I've put a considerable amount of thought into this matter," the blonde amazon answered. "I'm going to man's world to learn all that I can."
Artemis' eyes shot wide open. "What!?" she gasped. "Hippolyta, I mean, my queen…how can you consider leaving the island in a time of such political strife? The rebels are few, but they grow steadily in numbers and conviction. You're needed here to re-assert our laws and way of life."
Hippolyta nodded. "Indeed. Yet, how can I hope to maintain law and order when I can't even control my own daughter? Furthermore, how can I be expected to win an ideological battle without understanding the mindset of the other side, especially when that side mirrors the way Diana evidentially feels about men and man's world? This issue with her is inextricably linked to the troubles the threaten to tear Themiscyra asunder. That is why I must go."
The redhead was still skeptical, but she worked hard not to let it show. "I hope you realize that I am a loyalist, my queen. As such, I, and hopefully the others like me, will respect your decision."
"Of that, my confidant, I have no doubt."
"Who will administrate in your place? How long will you be gone?"
"Commander Alkyone can handle that job. She has always proven capable and wise, despite her relatively young age. I trust her with my life," Hippolyta said. "As for your other question…my answer is 'as long as it takes.' However, it shouldn't be much longer than a few weeks or so."
Artemis craned her neck. "If you say so. How do you expect to find this man in such a short timespan? He could be anywhere...could be any*one*," she said. "That's the problem with that cowardly mask of his."
"I know my way around man's world," the queen answered. "As you might recall, I was Wonder Woman for a time. Besides, Diana accidentally blurted his name: 'Bruce'. All I need to do is find some connection between Bruce and Batman, and there has to be one."
"May the strength of Hera and the wisdom of Artemis be with you on your journey, then, my queen," Artemis said, bowing. "I shall inform the court of your decision and ready the invisible jet."
"Thank you," Hippolyta said without looking at the other woman as she left. Instead she merely stared outward at Themiscrya again, hoping that she was about to make the right decision.
With a jolt, the queen realized that nothing was more important to her than Diana's well-being. She steeled her resolve and turned around to prepare for the journey.
Diana yawned loudly, quickly covering her mouth with back of her hand. It had been an exhausting first day. She'd had to get her office set up (with a Greek theme, of course), introduce herself to everyone, and try to get some work done; all while also learning the intricacies of what Wayne Tech Enterprises was up to these days.
As she'd discovered, Bruce had seized control of Lexcorp. The company had crashed and burned after Luthor became a wanted criminal during the Brainiac incident. Taking it over had been easy.
The process of subsuming the old company into the new was an exhaustive process fraught with legal battles. Apparently, much of Lexcorp's immoral activities had been exposed when the government had blown the lid off of the company. Every step of the way, new issues were coming to light; human rights violations, lawsuits from former employees that no longer lived in fear, bribery, extortion, racketeering, trafficking, and more. Wayne Tech had to deal with it all if they wanted to swoop in on the scraps. Truly, it was a legal nightmare.
That's not to say that Diana was put off by this fact, however. If anything, it made her more committed to the job. In this position, she could do magnificent work and really make a difference in the lives of the people that had been hurt by Lexcorp. In short, she loved it and didn't mind working tirelessly.
It was not lost on her that Bruce had bought out Lexcorp for reasons other than to simply expand the reach of his empire. He'd wanted to make absolutely certain that Lexcorp, or any new company that arose from the ashes, could never again be used to do evil. Moreover, she realized that there was no one Bruce trusted with handling that task more than herself. Knowing that he placed that much confidence in her bolstered Diana's spirits. Suddenly, she felt bad for being as sour with him as she had been the past week.
A sudden knock on her door snapped Diana back to the present. "Come in," she said.
The door opened, revealing Keith, the head of the legal department. He shared this floor with Diana, which worked out perfectly since they were going to end up collaborating closely on the Lexcorp issues anyway.
Keith was a good-looking guy, though not as good looking as Bruce in Diana's opinion. She could tell that he was a very skilled lawyer, but the man was somewhat obnoxious and vapid personally. He'd been hitting not-so-subtly on Diana all day. In fact, lots of men had been noticing her. Keith was the prime contender for her affection in this office, though (and even he didn't have a chance, she thought). Although the attention was somewhat titillating, it was already starting to get old.
"Hey, Diana. What are you up to? Everyone else had already left," he said.
The amazon princess in disguise sighed. "I know, I just sent my secretaries home. I'm just finishing something up really quick. There's so much work to be done."
Keith laughed. It sounded obnoxious and forced. "Don't I know it. There's no way you're going to finish tonight, though. Perhaps you would rather go out instead?"
"Thanks, but I have plans, actually," Diana said, recalling that Bruce had two surprises waiting for her. Her heart beat faster at the thought. "Sorry."
Keith shrugged. "Ah, of course a gorgeous lady like yourself has plans. Well, have a wonderful night!" he said, waving as he walked out the door.
"You too," Diana said, putting on a smile. When he was gone, she began organizing several papers, and then pulled out her cell phone. There was an unread text message from "B". It read: Hey, how was work? Diana typed a response.
Great, if a little hectic. You didn't tell me about Lexcorp, but I'm glad to be working on it. I really appreciate your confidence
You're welcome. If you're not too tired, still want to see your surprises?
You know that I do
Good. Meet me here: 227 Rose Street, Gateway City.
Diana's eyebrows furrowed in surprise. Interesting location for a surprise, she typed, knowing better than to expect a further response from the ever-mysterious Bruce. The exiled princess grabbed her purse and proceeded to the elevator. She was extremely eager to see what this place was all about and what it was that Bruce had in store for her. A cheerful smile graced her facial features and her step had a special spring to it.
A loud ding emanated from the elevator. Bruce and Diana stepped out of the lift, the former using his hands to steady and guide the latter. With the blindfold obstructing her vision, she relied on his assistance to navigate.
Diana didn't appreciate the fact that she had to depend on him in this way. She'd only reluctantly agreed to participate in this silly game after much persuading on Bruce's part. As a result, her beautiful face wore a frown.
"Are we almost there?" Diana pouted. "I grow tired of fumbling around like a bat," she said with a little too much vitriol. The amazon warrior instantly looked contrite, realizing what she'd said. "Sorry. There was no pun intended."
Bruce chuckled. "No need to apologize, it's alright. And yes, we're almost there. Just a few more steps, I promise." He led Diana by the hand over to an ornate wooden door. Somehow she managed to stride regally despite having absolutely no sight at the moment and wearing tall heels. Bruce shook his head in astonishment, impressed by her grace as always. He produced a key and unlocked the door.
Bruce carefully walked Diana through the door and shut it behind them. He smiled, eager to see her reaction to the surprise that lie in wait. "Alright, we're here," he said, untying the black strip of cloth around her head.
Diana blinked, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. She was obviously in some kind of bedroom. The bed was queen-sized and appeared to be draped in fine silks. The area was rather spacious, comfortable, and luxurious. She could see most of the interior from her position as well, which informed her that this was a penthouse apartment of some kind.
What struck her the most profoundly, however, was the presence of Greek-themed items that decorated the area. There were replicas of weapons as well as a few actual ancient Grecian armaments in display cases. Mediterranean paintings and tapestries hung from the walls. Greek-style vases or other ceramics were there as well.
Diana was taken aback by the beauty of the scene before her. Not all of it was one-hundred percent authentic, but it was still nice, reminding her of home. She silently drank it all in, too stunned to talk or even move.
Bruce couldn't gauge her reaction from behind her back. He came up behind her and put a hand on her shoulder. "Do you like it?" he whispered into her ear. "I wasn't exactly sure what was right. I can always have it changed, if you want." Diana didn't respond, so he went on. "I also had a small library of novels, TV shows, and movies put in as well, so that you can browse the media of man's world if you so desire."
The raven-haired beauty wheeled around, pure awe on her face. "Bruce…" she said, taking one of his hands while her other caressed his thick chest and shoulders. "It will make an amazing getaway, I'm sure."
He shook his head, chuckling softly again. "I suppose it could be our private space, but that would be your decision." Diana frowned in confusion, demanding a further explanation with her expression. Bruce put his calloused hand on her velvet-soft cheek, cupping it gently. "Princess, this place doesn't belong to me," he said, suddenly very serious. "It belongs to you." He reached into his inside jacket pocket and pulled out a glass tube that had some kind of parchment rolled up inside of it. "You deserve a space you can call your own, a domain of which you are the mistress."
Diana's heart instantly began pounding away as if it was Hephaestus' godly hammer. She stared straight into Bruce's brilliantly blue irises. He did the same, seeing the warmth, love, and surprise that swam in the depths of her perfect orbs.
Soft, warm lips were suddenly smashed against his. An endless string of feminine moans hummed against his mouth. A delicate but strong hand grasped the back of his head and pushed him forcefully into the kiss. Bruce stumbled backwards, finding the cool wall of the apartment against his back. At the same time, a desperate hand snaked its way up his shirt and wove itself all over his muscles, flicking his nipples. The deadened nerves of his skin crackled with pleasure at Diana's generous touch.
It had all happened so fast that Bruce didn't even realize what was happening at first. He'd expected some form of emotion from her, but he hadn't predicted this level of passion. All things considered, the dark knight was perfectly happy to be surprised for once.
He feverishly returned Diana's passion, deepening the kiss even further. His tongue pried at the entrance of her mouth, but didn't need to force it open. Diana was eager to permit him inside, moaning even louder.
As their tongues dueled and explored the inside of their mouths, Bruce seized one of her luscious breasts. He massaged it sensually while another slid up and down the narrowest part of her waist. Diana moaned even louder still.
The kiss continued for indeterminate amount of time before Bruce had to pull away for air. Diana had other ideas. She pelted his face mercilessly with a storm of light kisses; getting his cheeks, nose, forehead, and most of all, his hard jawline that she seemed to adore so much. It was if she was making love to his face with only her lips. It both intrigued and excited him beyond all measure.
He finally weathered her loving assault, his amazon lover eventually stopping so that she could talk. "Bruce…" she whispered into his ear, nuzzling her cheek against his. "Thank you. I just…I…thank you so much."
"Any time, Princess. Like I said, you deserve it," he responded, cracking a huge grin.
Diana pulled back to look directly at him. "I'm so sorry," she said, hugging herself and looking away in shame.
"For what?" Bruce asked, touching the side of her arms.
"The way I've been acting this week," she explained, meeting his gaze again. "I was harsh with you because I felt like you considered me helpless and weak after I lost my powers. I thought you didn't trust me to handle myself anymore. I thought you were treating me like a child, but I see now that it was love that informed your actions, not pity."
"Diana, I could never pity or look down on you," he said, untangling her arms so that he could hold her instead. "Even sans powers, you're one of the most dangerous, skilled, tough warriors on the planet. You're the most intelligent, wise, caring, empathetic, and driven person that I know. And as a woman, you're so gorgeous and alluring that I can't think straight. It's maddening how perfect you are sometimes."
Diana crashed into him again. It was awkward to put her head against his chest while standing, especially since she was slightly taller. Instead she settled for resting her head on top of his shoulder.
They stayed that way for a long time. Bruce broke the silence by saying, "I would never take away your independence. In fact, you've been ready to fight crime again. The only reason I've been holding you back is because I was scared. I've been alone for so long, Diana…"
She didn't let him finish. "Well, you're not alone anymore, Bruce. You never have to suffer that burden again. Of that, I promise you."
"Are you sure about that? My darkness is going to keep on rearing its ugly head like this. I thought you could cure it, or at least help me manage it, but I'm afraid it's here to stay. It will define and taint our relationship."
Diana looked up at him thoughtfully. It didn't take long to formulate a response. "Bruce, your darkness doesn't scare me. You don't have to change; I love you just the way you are. No matter what, you can always be my shadow."
Her words melted his icy heart, made his insides feel warm in a way they hadn't felt since his parent's deaths. Diana filled a hole in him that had been lost that night in the alley, her unbending affection smoothing the rough edges of his cynicism. She made him feel loved, truly loved, a desperate need that had turned his world dull and grey in the cold absence of it being met.
Bruce took her lips and gently kissed her. There were no words to describe how he felt about her in that moment. The longer their relationship went on, the more trails they faced, the stronger it seemed to become. Bruce had long since dismissed the possibility that such a pure connection could exist in this cruel world. Tonight he had been proven irrefutably wrong. If someone as perfect as her could feel so strongly about someone as broken as him, he reasoned, then there was hope after all.
The billionaire was perfectly content to continue the sensual kiss and simply hold her. Once again, Diana had different plans.
"Why don't we christen these new sheets?" she purred, pressing her body against his as much as possible. She began to gently grind her hips against his, showing Bruce exactly what she wanted.
It was at that moment that he discovered Diana wasn't wearing any panties. He could feel her soft labia through the fabric of the loose skirt as it pressed against his growing member. The intense heat of her smoldering core leaked out from between her thighs and tantalized him. Bruce could tell she was already wet, arousal juices soaking through both of their clothes.
His whole body shook as overwhelming desire began to overcome him. Every muscle of his body tensed as he fought the urge to savagely take her. "Oh god," he growled, unable to prevent his hips from acting on instinct and pushing back against hers. Just knowing that the only thing that was separating him from her sex was a thin, flimsy, idiotic, infuriating, short skirt…it literally frayed the ends of his sanity. Bruce was in very real danger of losing himself to pure instinct.
Diana bit her lip. "What's wrong?" she asked sweetly. She ground even harder on his manhood, which was as stiff and straight as a steel ingot at this point. The amazon could not suppress an involuntary mewl that escaped her lips. She teased herself as much as she teased Bruce.
"You're…making me…lose control," Bruce rasped, gripping her tighter.
Diana leaned in and mashed their lips for a few seconds, pulling at his lower lip with her teeth when she broke the kiss. "Maybe that's exactly what I want," she whispered. Her heart fluttered nervously. At the same time, though, excitement flooded her mind and body. Diana looked at him, eager to see what he was going to do.
She did not have to wait long. The world became a blur as she was suddenly spun around and forced up against the wall, Bruce's strong hands steadying her and cradling the back of her head. Diana gasped, or tried to, before he fused their lips together and swallowed her breath. There was an audible click and a zipping noise, followed by the sound of pants being torn down. Her legs instantly shot up and wrapped tightly around his back, granting Bruce full access without hesitation. He violently hiked the skirt up, then latched his hands onto the cheeks of her perfect ass, supporting her weight effortlessly. Bruce kneaded the flesh, causing bolts of desire to soar along her nerves.
Suddenly, Bruce put his forehead against Diana's and shut his eyes in extreme concentration. His head was brushed up against her inviting entrance. Bruce knew he could slide in so easily and claim her. Yet, an urgent worry tugged at his sensibilities. With the greatest surge of willpower he'd ever summoned in his entire life, he stopped himself from slamming into Diana.
"Can't…do this," he rumbled, unable to annunciate clearly through his grit teeth. He took a deep breath. "We can't keep having unprotected sex like this, Diana."
"It's okay…Aphrodite's blessing…control fertility…still have it," she managed to get out between heavy pants. "By the goddess, just take me, Bruce!" she nearly shouted.
There was a wet slapping sound as he thrust all the way into her with one rough stroke. Both lovers shut their eyes and moaned, seeing stars dance behind their eyelids as their bodies trembled with pleasure. It had been too long since the last time. Demanding schedules, important matters, and sour feelings had gotten in the way; but that was all over. Now they were free to act out their love as much as they wanted.
Diana scowled despite the pleasant sensations she was experiencing. The insertion had still hurt more than a little, despite the fact that she'd had him inside of her several times now.
Bruce quickly realized this fact and fervently kissed the sensitive spot on her neck. "I'm so sorry," he said into her ear. Shivers ran down Diana's spine at the sound of his baritone.
"Don't be," she murmured, clasping her hands behind his neck. She gave him an elegant smile that brightened his dark soul.
Bruce took a deep breath and remained perfectly still, giving her a chance to adjust to his presence inside of her. Besides, he was on the verge of exploding already. Diana was just so unbelievably sexy and felt so perfect. And to make matters worse, she was clamping down on him pretty hard right now. Still, he forced himself to calm down, not wanting it to be over already. Bruce's secret goal was to stop for the night only when she had come so many times that she passed out.
They fondled and stroked one another, content to take their time. Gradually, Diana relaxed. The pain was mostly faded away and she was feeling confident, so she began to wiggle her hips and even thrust back and forth on him. Bruce mirrored her actions. Soon, the couple was moaning, gasping, and panting while they built a comfortable rhythm.
It did not last long before being abandoned entirely. The searing lust that burned within them demanded more friction, so they began to bash their hips faster and faster, picking up speed until Bruce was slamming into Diana like a blur. She egged him on urgently, tightening the grip of her thighs, helping to pull him deeper inside and increase the force of the thrusts.
The raven-haired beauty began to tremble and shake, sinking into a world of pleasure. The pain had been replaced by the most delicious sensation she could possibly imagine. It surged outward from her core, pulsing delightfully as it reached the farthest corners of her being. Saying that Bruce was pressing her orgasm button would be an inadequate metaphor. It was more like he smashed it mercilessly.
Bruce was equally forgone in the sensations he was experiencing. However, he was not lost enough for Diana's condition to escape his notice. He stretched the thumb of one hand to circle her clitoris gently.
The princess jerked her head back, shutting her eyes tight. She opened her mouth wide in a silent scream. Diana's limbs became jelly as the waves of joy inside her reached their highest strength. "Goddess," she breathed, dangling over the edge.
Bruce was not that far behind her. Panic welled within him as he realized that he might topple over the side before she did. He redoubled his resolve, determined to let her finish fist. His thumb circled her clit faster.
Diana didn't just fall off the edge; she plummeted. Her whole body became paralyzed, legs locking so hard around Bruce that he thought she might shatter his pelvis. She lost control of her voice, whimpering through the intense orgasm.
The sound of it tugged at Bruce's heartstrings, and the way she looked that moment seemed to him like the most beautiful sight one could imagine. He felt as if he lived only to see his Diana in these amazing throes of passion.
Her strong, silky smooth, ridged walls seized his member tightly, contracting with the rhythm of Diana's pleasure. He too lost control as her body ordered him to come as well, and he found himself obeying instantly. Bruce forgot his own identity as pure heaven pooled in his groin and flooded his bloodstream. There was one thing, though, that no amount of disorientation could make him forget. "Diana," he moaned, shooting rope after rope of his hot essence inside her.
They came down slowly, holding one another for support as they weathered the storm of sensation. It seemed as if the climaxes would never end. Finally, it was over.
Bruce had somehow managed to hold Diana up the entire time. His muscles now burned from exertion, so he put the amazon back on her feet as carefully as he could. She stumbled, her legs buckling. Bruce was there to catch her, of course, but he too was weak from the copulation. He just barely managed to yank her into the apartment's bed with him before collapsing in exhaustion.
Diana's lids fluttered, still experiencing aftershocks that made her sigh and quiver. She rolled onto her side and curled against Bruce, resting her head on his broad chest. The couple lay still, savoring the post-coital bliss as they cuddled.
Several long minutes passed before they could talk. "Mmmmm…your cum feels so good and warm inside me," she said, looking straight up at him.
"You can have it whenever you want, Princess," he responded.
"You're damn right I can. You belong to me now."
Bruce raised an eyebrow questioningly. "If anything, it's the other way around," he winked slyly.
Diana grinned playfully, loving these games of dominance they constantly played. "I see we have a difference of opinion…maybe we should do it all again so you can understand." Bruce groaned deeply in response, but Diana mistook his primal response for frustration. "You're not going out on patrol, are you?" she asked, her hopes shattering.
Bruce smiled and shook his head. "You bet your sweet, amazing ass I'm not," he said, slapping the part of her body in question. Diana's pulse quickened, finding that she enjoyed that…a lot. She ran her fingernails down his chest as dozens of dirty possibilities that did not befit an amazon princess crossed her mind. "I anticipated this might happen, so I've got Nightwing and Damian on it," he explained.
"Smart man," she said. "Wait, what about my other surprise?"
"It's not here, and suddenly I've lost all desire to leave," he answered suavely. "You can have it tomorrow," he said kissing her nose.
"Fine with me," Diana responded, settling deeper into the cuddle.
Bruce wanted nothing more than to let the conversation end there and return to lovemaking, but something chewed at the back of his mind. "We need to talk about something before we continue," he said.
Diana sat up. "Whatever it is, I'm sure we can work it out, Bruce."
He nodded. "It's Damian. He needs me, too. He really needs a father right now, and I haven't been" Bruce explained. "I've been spending time almost exclusively with you, and he resents me for it. It's eating away at him."
"So what are you saying?" Diana asked, genuinely curious.
"I just…need to balance what little free time I have fairly between you two. This apartment, your job, it's all part of that, in a way. You can have the space you need to be independent, while also freeing me up to be the dad Damian deserves." Bruce tousled her hair a little. "Please, Diana, can you accept that?"
She answered by giving him a deep, tender kiss. "Of course I can. You'll make a great father, Bruce," she followed up. Diana was sympathetic to his situation and understood completely. In fact, his concern for both her and Damian touched her heart and made him more attractive if anything.
A vague curiosity tugged at her mind, though. The concept of parenthood was a somewhat alien one to her, having grown up on Themyscira where almost everyone was reincarnated as a fully grown adult. With a start, she figured out what it was; the idea of motherhood excited her, seeming both natural and foreign at the same time.
"Do you think he requires a mother as well?" she asked. "Sorry, that was presumptuous of me," she instantly corrected, looking away.
"No, it's alright," Bruce said, chuckling as he cupped her cheek. "To be honest, I don't know. Ra's was the closest thing to his dad, and from what I can tell, loved him dearly. His mother, though; she planned to kill him. There might be some harsh feelings there, or it could mean he needs a good woman in his life more than anything. He's a complicated kid, even broodier than me. Only time will truly tell."
Diana nodded, understanding. "I got the impression he liked having me around. He acted bitter whenever I beat him in a sparring match, but I could tell there was no true ill will."
"I think you're right. I may talk to him about it. I have a feeling you'll be seeing each other on occasion, so perhaps something may happen organically."
"Absolutely," Diana said. "Now, enough of this talk. Are you ready for round two?"
Bruce answered by wresting her onto her stomach, pinning the princess to the bed. "I don't know…are you?" he teased.
"You are asking for it, little man," she fired back dangerously, plotting a tactic to break his hold.
