Bruce hit the mat for the umpteenth time in the past hour. He never once sparred with Shayera when she was part of the league. But having fought beside her, he knew she was a capable fighter, but damn…Bruce groaned rolling onto his back. He was going to be in so much pain tomorrow. He looked to see a sharp object an inch from his neck. The owner of said object, an angel, stood above him, smirking. "Another round?" the beautiful angel, a smug look in her green eyes.
"No thank you," he said. He knew when to quit. His body had taken enough beatings for one day. "Makes it 7 to 4," Shayera said. "That makes me the winner." Bruce was fine with that. He was thoroughly exhausted. He would sleep well tonight. Shayera decided to join Bruce on the mat. She lay opposite Bruce. Their heads were right next to each other, but their legs pointed east and west. "Your confidence sky-rocketed," Bruce said, still attempting to get his breathing under control.
"Because of you," Shayera replied.
"That was all you," Bruce responded. "You made the decision to trust me."
"You make it easy," Shayera whispered. She turned her head to find the most beautiful pair eyes already watching. Wow, he's gorgeous, Shayera thought, a weird sensation pooled in her stomach. Shayera held her breath; their faces were centimeters apart. Bruce rolled onto his stomach, supporting his upper body up with his elbows. His face hovered over hers. Shayera bit one side of her lip, still holding her breath, trying to predict his next move. His blue eyes boring into her green ones. She exhaled as he stroked her face from chin to forehead. She was excited and nervous. She felt like goo when Bruce's lips finally pressed against her own. Bruce's lips parted and Shayera nearly jumped when she felt his tongue on her lower lip. She knew what he wanted. She slowly, shyly, parted her lips. Bruce took advantage of the opportunity and began to deepen the kiss as he caressed her lower lip with his own. Slowly, Shayera began growing bolder. She opened her mouth even wider, allowing Bruce's tongue to slowly invade her mouth. Shayera's hand immediately shot into Bruce's hair when she felt his tongue brus her own, a moan emanating from within. He angled his mouth again, Shayera followed his lead as he once again kissed her lower lip, biting it just a little. Shayera's heart pounded in her chest; her breathing sounded loud in her ears. Another moan released from within her, embarrassing her just a bit. But Bruce didn't seem to mind. Instead, the intensity of his kiss grew, as his tongue once again gently entered her mouth, brushing against her lips. This time, she took the initiative and brushed her tongue against his. Judging from the hitch in his breath, she had caught him off guard. And no matter how much she longed to continue this…make-out session…she needed to breathe, but she didn't want to stop. Bruce must have had the same idea, because he began to slow his kisses, lessening the intensity. He kissed the tip of her noise; kissed each eyelid (Shayera hadn't even realized her eyes were closed), and then rested his forehead against hers. Wow, was the only word that came to Shayera's mind – their heavy breathing echoing throughout the empty gym. Shayera could hear her heart pounding in her chest. She had felt that kiss…everywhere. She reached her hand up again and slowly buried it fingers in Bruce's hair, not caring at all that it was wet with sweat. She relaxed as she felt Bruce's breath on her cheek. She wasn't sure what to do with herself after…that. Should she thank him for the kiss? Tell him he did a great job, and she would enjoy doing it again? "I can hear you thinking," Bruce said, a smile in his voice. "Just relax. Breathe," he slowly dragged a finger across her swollen, red lips. This time, his head was in the cradle of her neck; and she could feel each gentle puff of air. These emotions, feelings, chemical reactions or whatever – she wasn't taught any of this. Yes, she was taught the basics of sex, but that was it. It's not like she dated on Thanagar. She was betrothed to her fiancée at age 1. This thing with her and Bruce – completely new territory. She was at a lost. If only she had a female friend to talk to – one who was good at this kind of stuff. "Master Bruce," they both heard as Alfred entered the gym. "Mr. Clark and Miss Diana are here to see you," Alfred scrutinized their positions on the floor with a raised brow and smirk, "or should I send them away, sir? Tell them you're busy." Shayera saw amusement in his eyes and quickly blushed. "No, Alfred," Bruce said, sitting up. Shayera followed suit. "Don't send them away. We just finished."
"I bet," Alfred muttered. Shayera's face reddened even more. "Sparring, Alfred," Bruce quickly explained to his satirical butler, "we just finished sparring."
"I gather you'll both be taking quick showers," Alfred stated.
"Yes," Bruce said helping Shayera to her feet, "we will be showering." Alfred raised his brow again. "Separately, Alfred," Bruce clarified, pinching his nose.
"Of course, sir," Alfred said, "that goes without saying." Bruce rolled his eyes at his butler while Shayera's face turned beet red. "Give me 15 minutes," Bruce he said to Alfred as he walked up the steps, his butler behind him. "Are you sure you'll have enough time to scrub your body afterwards, sir?" Alfred asked in a serious manner. Shayera blushed. "Thank you, Alfred," Bruce said, silently begging his butler to stop. Bruce began jogging up the steps leading to the second floor.
"The condoms are – "
"Alfred!" Bruce yelled. Shayera smiled. "I will see you soon, Miss Shayera," Alfred said calmly.
"Yes," Shayera responded before running to the room she currently occupied. She did not want to be the target of one of Alfred's…repartees.