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Chapter 28
Diana groaned softly to herself at the feel of Bruce's body encompassing hers, their legs tangled and intertwined in the hot water, his arms wrapped protectively around her in a cocoon. His chin rested on her shoulder, his lips teasing the slender column of her neck as they soaked in the water, just absorbing each other's love.
She didn't think that she'd ever felt such utter and complete contentment in her life as she did now in the arms of the man that she loved. Her fingers danced over his knee peeking out of the water, caressing and gently squeezing it as he nibbled and teased at her neck.
Her other hand dipped beneath the suds to stroke his muscular thigh that bent across her abdomen and ended somewhere between her legs. Their bodies were like an endless amalgam of limbs, not knowing whose were whose, where one started and another ended. She wished they could just stay like this forever.
"I never took you for a bubble bath kind of man," she lightly teased, loving the feel of his growing hardness against her back the longer she lazily stroked the inside of his thigh.
A muffled moan against her throat was his reply until he was finally able to form a coherent thought. "I'm not," he murmured, using his tongue to erase the sting of his teeth. "I'm a shower man…a very cold shower man since you decided to occupy my dreams."
Diana couldn't contain the giggle that rose up in her throat. "Then why have this beautiful bathtub for two?" she asked with a creased brow as she turned to nip at his jaw line.
Bruce turned his head, his nose brushing against hers just before his lips crashed into hers in a heated kiss that gradually turned softer. "Affect," he simply stated. "It's what Bruce Wayne is supposed to have in his bathroom. That and of course…this."
His hand suddenly left her firm stomach to push a button. Jets began to shoot through the water making the water ripple and turn in little cyclones around them. The powerful pulsating effect against her body was immediately recognized and fully appreciated.
Bruce heard her groan in approval of the wonderful feel of the gentle pounding of the hot water against her muscles. "And it feels good after a hard night of taking down Gotham's criminals."
"You are definitely a man full of many surprises, Mr. Wayne," Diana purred seductively as she continued to stroke his thigh.
"And if you keep rubbing my thigh like that you're about to get another big surprise," he whispered huskily in her ear, taking the delicate lobe into his mouth and sucking hard, earning a sharp gasp from his Princess.
Diana giggled again, reaching over and grabbing a small loofah sponge off the edge of the tub. She carefully disentangled herself from her lover's intimate embrace, turning around to straddle him so she could face his perfect form.
Bruce's hands immediately came to rest on the tops of her thighs, taking in the full luscious view of his gorgeous lover perched above him. Her wet raven hair clung to her shoulders and breasts, water running in tiny rivulets, mingling with small bubbles that clung to her perfectly toned skin.
He felt his mouth begin to water as desire swiftly took over, his eyes drinking their fill of her. His hand left her thigh to slide up her body, along her collarbone to the nape of her neck, pulling her down for another kiss. He groaned sinfully with the feel of her breasts pressed firmly against his chest as her tongue slid sensuously into the warm cavern of his mouth.
He readily decided if he drowned in this bathtub now, dying in the arms of this amazing goddess, he'd be the happiest man in the entire universe. He never knew that love could ever be like this – so intensely passionate, so all-consuming that it seemed to reach directly into his very soul.
And while they still had many issues to work out between them, countless obstacles that stood in their way, he knew that he could do anything as long as she was by his side.
His hands slid up her back, stroking the moist flesh as she tilted her head to deepen the kiss, allowing her breasts to slide so erotically against his chest. He could feel himself growing harder by the second when she suddenly pulled out of the passionate kiss.
"I think it's my turn to surprise you for a change," she murmured against his lips, her loofah sponge still firmly in hand.
"You do every day of my life, Princess," he huskily replied as his hands continued to skate over her slick body.
Her lips curled at the corners as she leaned in again, lightly tracing the shell of his ear with the tip of her tongue, teasing and tormenting him as she began to drag the loofah over his muscular chest. She nipped and sucked at his earlobe before attacking the sensitive spot behind his ear that she recently discovered drove him absolutely wild.
She felt his large hands circle her waist, his fingers digging deep into her flesh as she continued to slowly build his arousal. She blew softly against his wet ear, causing him to involuntarily shudder despite himself.
"Di-ana…" he somehow managed to choke out her name, something between a strangled moan and a dying plea for salvation.
Diana felt his hips begin to jerk beneath her, bringing a satisfied smirk to her lips. She loved how she could make the ever stoic Batman, the always in tight control Dark Knight lose complete control. It emboldened her, gave her the courage to experiment and explore every bit of their sexual relationship, discovering what made him melt and what made him cry out her name, what made him shudder and what suddenly rendered him speechless.
Feeling mischievous and playful, she decided to drag out his need for as long as she could, taking him to the brink of insanity only to ease off just enough to leave him teetering and wanting more. She wanted to see just how long he could actually hold on for.
Bruce felt his brain being turned to mush as Diana continued to slide her breasts up and down his chest, her mouth doing amazing things to his ear. He knew he was gripping her tighter than he should, but she was driving him positively crazy with her slow sexual play.
He should have known that beneath the sweet naivety of the Amazon Princess breathed a not so innocent dominatrix who could incite an animalistic lust the likes of which he'd rarely felt or explored before. He found himself suddenly more than desperate to continue the investigation with her.
"So is this bath better than the last one we shared?" she whispered into his ear.
Bruce fought to make his mind work, knowing that she had said something, but all he heard was the sensual hum of her melodious voice, the words…or had it been a question…completely lost on him in his passion-fogged brain at that moment.
All he could muster was a groan in response, his breathing growing ragged. Diana giggled softly, the movement it caused in her breasts against his chest earning her a throaty growl as his breath hitched.
"I asked if this bath was better than the last one we took together."
"Much," he literally growled.
"How so?" she pressed, her tongue and lips assaulting his chiseled jaw now.
"Hotter…much, much hotter," he murmured the words that ended more like a hiss as she slowly attacked the tendon along his neck. "Sexier…highly erotic…"
"I wasn't sexy the last time?" she teased, her hands gliding beneath the water to run the loofah over his abdomen.
"No…you were dying…" he grunted, his back arching as he stared at her through heavily hooded eyes. "And we were clothed."
"And this is better?" she continued to torment, knowing that she driving him mad.
"Yes…" he began to pant as she ran the loofah sponge lower yet. "Much…better…"
Diana smirked as his fingers dug almost painfully into her hips, his body practically trembling now in the wake of her sensual torment. She leaned in again, assaulting his chest with her mouth, her teeth raking over his nipple before sucking hard.
"Di-ana," Bruce hissed her name again, his head tilting back against the wall, desperation pounding mercilessly through his system. He swore if he didn't feel her wet heat surrounding him soon, he'd explode right then and there.
"Yes, Bruce?" she sweetly hummed as she moved to his other nipple, her hand beginning to slowly stroke his harden length. "Do you want me stop?"
"Never…" he growled, his hips bucking up into her. "Don't ever stop…please…"
Diana rewarded him with a heated kiss, the slide of her tongue against his mimicking the slide of her hand over his hard arousal. His grip tightened even further on her, knowing he was going to leave bruises, but he couldn't help himself, couldn't hold back any longer.
He felt as if he was a desperate drowning man, she…this beautiful goddess…his only form of salvation. "Please…Diana…" he breathless begged as he bucked his hips again, displacing some of the water from the bathtub this time.
"Please what, Bruce?" she so innocently purred into his ear.
"I need you…now…" he panted heavily, his heart hammering wildly.
Diana tenderly ran her fingers through his short black hair, finding more love in her heart for him than she had ever thought possible. He brought her more happiness, more love than she had believed one man could ever inspire in a woman's heart.
She carefully shifted her position, taking him fully inside of her and barely quenching the fire wildly blazing within him. He gasped sharply at the feel of her tight heat surrounding him, gripping at him as she began to move so subtly.
He knew that she was worried about making a mess with all the water in the bathtub, but he couldn't have cared less at that moment. All he knew was that he wanted this woman more than he wanted anything in his entire life, more than the air he breathed at that moment.
He'd buy Alfred all the mops in the world that he wanted to make up for it later. All he wanted right now was that passionate intimate release with the woman who owned his heart, who currently possessed his body, holding it under her startling expert control on the very precipice of ecstasy.
Diana slowly rose up and down over his rigid body, her fingernails raking lightly across his chest, pausing to tease his lips with an unexpected confidence that she hadn't anticipated. All she knew was that she wanted to show him how much she loved him, how much he truly meant to her.
She was acting purely on instinct, some hidden driving force deep within her to please him. And judging from the strangled sounds and moans that emanated from his lips, she felt that she was doing a fairly decent job of it.
She felt her own need spiking hotly through her core, the feel of him so hot and hard buried deep within her driving her movements. She began to increase her tempo, water splashing and lips colliding as she rode him.
Bruce's entire body was on fire as Diana moved over him, his need for release growing almost painful. He felt her insides suddenly fluttering around him, grasping at him as she came and propelling him over the edge with her.
She collapsed breathlessly against his chest, burrowing her face into the crook of his neck. She kissed along his wet skin, her hands stroking his body as they both fought to recover from the heated release. Bruce quickly wrapped his arms around her, loving the feel of her laying against him like this, the feel of their hearts pounding in unison.
His hands slipped up into her wet hair, pulling her face to his and kissing her deeply. "My Princess," he softly breathed against her lips as he fought to catch the breath she'd stolen away.
"Was this time better?" she asked, the feel of the warm water and the sated euphoria humming through her veins suddenly making her sleepy.
"You have no idea," he murmured, his piercing blue eyes revealing what words could not in that intimate moment. "I thought I was going to lose you the last time."
Diana could hear the hint of terror in his voice, the very real fear that had been instilled in his heart in that moment. She had no memory of the event, no knowledge of all that had actually happened, but she could hear in his voice how deeply it had shaken him though he had managed to conceal it.
"I'm sorry, Bruce," she softly replied, stroking his cheek as she gazed into his eyes. "I hope this time will help erase memories of the last one."
"Diana, I will never look at this bathtub the same again," he told her, his lips teasing hers again.
Burying herself in his embrace, she couldn't stop the shiver that rippled through her. "Come, let's get you out of here before you catch cold," he suggested, sitting up.
Getting out of the tub, he toweled them both off before leading her to his waiting bed. Sliding into bed next to her, Bruce quickly pulled her to him, holding her flush against him. He hooked his leg over hers, keeping her exactly where he wanted her, knowing very well she could easily break free from his hold on her if she really wanted to.
"I wish it could always be like this," she sleepily murmured, tilting her head to plant soft kisses along his neck.
"I know…me too," he solemnly replied. "I'm afraid we still have things to work out between us like what we're going to tell the League, my playboy image as Bruce Wayne.
"And I'm afraid it's not always going to be like this. It's fortunately been relatively quiet lately, but it's not going to stay like this for long. There's going to be times where I'm not going to be around for days at a time working a case or you'll be called away on missions. This isn't going to be easy."
Bruce felt his chest tighten in apprehension at the silence that suddenly lingered between them as he waited for a response, fearing that Diana would decide that this wasn't what she wanted after all, that trying to create a relationship with a man who was typically anything but romantic at times and spent his nights patrolling the streets in a bat suit was too much to fight for.
But then she spoke, her voice filled with fierce determination and the underlying love that she held for him. "I know, but I feel that you, Bruce Wayne, are more than worth the work and the effort it will take to make this work," she firmly replied. "I'm afraid I've fallen too hard for you to back out now."
Bruce released the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, a smile spreading across his face and warmth permeating his heart. His hand found her face, pulling her up for a kiss that lasted several long moments before finally breaking for much needed air.
"I'm relieved," he murmured, a mischeivious glint in his blue eyes. "I didn't want to have to break in another bathtub with someone else."
Diana swatted his shoulder playfully, a mocking glare in her azure eyes. "You better not have another woman in that bathtub."
Bruce chuckled softly. "Only you, Princess…only you," he smirked as he kissed her again. "I promise. I'm a one Amazon Princess man now."
Diana smiled sleepily, her fingers lightly caressing his jaw as she stared into his eyes. "You better keep it that way too or you could find out how painful being involved with an enraged Amazon can be."
Bruce winced. "I don't know," he said with a shake of his head. "You very nearly killed me in the bathtub just now."
"That was nothing compared to what I'm truly capable of," she smiled something sinful, causing arousal to shiver up his spine.
"I can't wait to find out," he smirked, kissing the tip of her nose and seeing how tired she truly was. "Go to sleep, Princess. I'll be here when you wake up."
"You better be," she replied as she fought to stifle a yawn. "I still have more plans for you."
Bruce groaned as she kissed him before nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. He closed his eyes as well as the sun began to make its appearance over the horizon, signaling the start of another day. As he drifted off to sleep, he resolved in his heart that he would do whatever it took to make this relationship work, do everything in his power to keep her by his side no matter what it took.
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"The Joker? Really, Luthor," he drawled, his tone chiding. "You chose to partner with that mindless lunatic?"
"I know, but I had no choice," Luthor shot back, trying to explain himself in the face of the obvious skepticism being displayed before him. "What I needed for my plan to work was in Gotham. If the Joker found out I was noising around Gotham stealing technology, he'd been all over me wanting to know what I was up to. It was easier to make him my partner from the start and cut him out later."
"And how did that work out for you?"
"Don't!" Luthor threatened with a hiss. "I'm not in the mood. I lost Wonder Woman and possibly the most brilliant plan that I've ever come up with it. And it worked too. You should have seen how she threw Superman through a wall like he was nothing more than rag doll. She was under my control for a while."
"So what went wrong?"
"I'm not sure, but I think we rushed things too fast, didn't allow for the real memories to be erased before transforming her mind."
He appraised the man before him, a smile growing on his face. "And now you come crawling to me for my help? Is that it?"
Luthor gritted his teeth, hating having to lower himself to ask him for help. They rarely saw eye to eye, each wanting to be the one in control, but now he had no other choice. He'd had to flee the country to avoid incarceration. This was his only hope now for his plans to take down the Trinity.
"So, are you willing to work with me to bring down the Trinity or do I have to go somewhere else?" Lex snapped, folding his arms against his chest.
"Yes, I will help you," he replied as he leaned forward and more into the dim light that illuminated the room, his dark fur becoming more visible. "But I am in charge from now on."
TO BE CONTINUED…
