First time I heard your voice I had no doubt
I felt that I had found a chance at life
Took me by the hand, made my spirit rise
Taught me how to live without disguise
I Love the Way You Say My Name, Scarlet Dorn (feat. Chris Harms)

I stood in the kitchen, tapping my foot on the ground. Dick said that we could just order in, but I felt like I needed to impress him. I was just an assistant, so far down the food chain, and he was Bruce Wayne's son. It was like I still needed to prove myself, so he wouldn't take off when someone more upper class came along.

It wasn't like me to be so insecure, but so much of what was going on was completely new to me, so why not add one more new thing? It wasn't like I was dealing with a lot already.

As I sank deeper into my thoughts, there was a knock on the door. I quickly walked over and pulled it open, thankful Dick had come up so fast after I'd buzzed him in.

"I'm sorry I kept you waiting." He stepped inside. "They just would not stop talking."

"It's alright, really. You don't need to apologise." I closed the door, turning to face him. "You're here now, and barring some massive catastrophe, I have you for the night."

He pulled me into his arms, softly pressing a kiss to my forehead. "You do. So, should we get dinner, or…?"

"Well, we could do that. Or," I kissed him, gently pushing him back against the wall. "We could do something more interesting now, and then get dinner later."

"That does sound like a good plan." His kiss was soft and slow, and his fingers gently tangled in the curls of my hair.

I unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, taking hold of the fabric so I could pull myself closer. I was learning that I liked taking things slow with him, but the way he made me feel meant it wasn't easy staying in control for very long.

His hands slid down my body, resting on my waist. "I like this dress."

"If you say you'd like it better on my floor, I will kick you out right now." I laughed, playing with the collar of his shirt.

"I was thinking more about you keeping it on, actually."

"Oh…" I took his hand, pulling him towards the bedroom. "But maybe you'll like what's underneath it more."

He pressed me against the door frame, inching my dress up my thighs. "I'll have to take a look."

I raised my arms above my head, letting him pull it off me. It fell gently to the floor, and his eyes swept over my body.

"I guess you were right." He breathed, hooking his finger around the middle of my bra. He pulled me so close, I could almost feel his heart racing against my chest. "I do like this better."

I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him hard. He gently bit my lip, making me moan as he deepened the kiss. I could have stayed there, just kissing him, but the door frame was uncomfortable against my back.

"Dick…" I breathed, gently pushing him back slightly. "I need to move."

He nodded, suddenly scooping me up and carrying me over to the bed. I lay back, pulling him down to me and pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose.

"Better?" He asked, tracing the edge of my bra with his fingers.

"Much." I bit my lip, looking up into his blue eyes. "As long as you keep kissing me."

He kissed me again, running his hand down the side of my thigh. I undid the rest of the buttons of his shirt, sliding it off him. His skin was so warm, and I just wanted to touch him.

Rolling over, I sat gently on his waist. I loved the way he looked at me, how his eyes lingered on my curves for almost, but not quite, too long.

"You're staring." I whispered, smiling down at him.

He suddenly wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, yanking me down to him. Gently brushing his lips against mine, he held me in place, so close to him.

"I'll stop, if you take your underwear off." He grinned.

"I think I can do that." I climbed off the bed, turning my back to him. Unhooking my bra, I slid the straps off my arms and let it fall. I hooked my thumbs into my underwear, swaying my hips as I slowly lowered the lace panties to the ground.

I heard him get off the bed, gasping as he slid his arms around my body. He pressed a kiss to my neck, letting his fingers drift over my skin.

"You changed moisturiser." He whispered, wrapping his hand gently around my throat so he could tilt my head to the side. "You smell amazing, like peppermint and chocolate."

I blushed, leaning back against him. "I thought you might like it. It's edible."

"Oh really?" He ran his tongue up my neck. "Mmm, you do taste good."

Moaning, I thought I would fall as he kissed a sensitive spot on my skin. I steadied myself, then turned to him.

"You're wearing far too much clothing." I bit my lip, tugging at the belt loop of his pants.

He grinned, sliding his pants off, then gently pushing me onto the bed. I pulled him down with me, wrapping my arms tight around his strong body.

"I don't think you have any idea how good your skin tastes right now." He whispered, dipping his head to press a kiss between my breasts.

"Oh, I think I do." I laughed, a little impatiently. "Are you going to spend all night just kissing my skin? I don't really mind either way, but I thought we would have a bit more fun than just that."

He kissed my chest one more time, then plunged inside of me. I clung to him with a moan, pressing a kiss to his neck.

I dragged my fingers across his skin as he slid his arms around my body. The bed creaked a little, groaning under the force of his thrusts. I made a mental note to upgrade soon, before our night activities broke it completely.

As each thrust brought both of us closer to the edge, our bodies seemed to curve against each other just right. We were learning how we worked together, and it was fantastic.

I clutched at the sheets as he dipped his head, sweeping his tongue across my right nipple, then my left. The heat inside me was so strong I was sure I was going to burn up. And every time I thought I would explode, he would pause and press a kiss to my skin.

"Please…" I whimpered, tangling my fingers in his hair.

"You're very impatient tonight." His voice was shaking.

I nodded, biting my lip. I didn't want to say anything more, and I wasn't sure I could have, even if I'd wanted to. I was lost in his eyes and his touch, and I just didn't seem capable of it.

He traced my lips with his thumb, then kissed me. I was desperate for a release, and he was making me wait so long.

Finally, he began to move again, trapping my hands against the mattress as I writhed underneath him. His body shuddered, and he thrust harder, one hand holding mine, and the other wrapped gently around my throat to keep me in place.

The heat exploded inside me, and it hit me with a surprising intensity, causing me to suddenly jerk up off the bed. He released my hands, and I held him tightly as he came soon after.

After a moment, he rolled over onto his back on the bed beside me. I sat up, softly running my fingers down his chest. He somehow looked even more beautiful lying there, from his strong jaw and shaggy black hair to his muscular chest. I liked all of it, and I wanted him all to myself.

"Are you hungry?" I asked.

"Starving." He opened his bright eyes, placing his hand over mine. "Should we order in?"

I nodded. "Let me go get my phone."

I got off the bed, pulling on a hoodie, then walked to the kitchen. When I returned, he was doing up his pants.

"I don't think I said you could put your clothes back on." I whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"No, but since you haven't put underwear on, and that hoodie…" He slid his hands down my back, gently running his fingers over my ass. "That hoodie is barely covering anything, I thought I would make the sacrifice of putting clothes on."

I kissed him, then sat down on the bed. I needed to tell him about Mo, and this seemed to be a good time, but I was concerned how he would react.

"Since I guess you already told me your biggest secret, there's something I should tell you." I held my phone against my chest, hesitating.

"You can tell me anything." He sat down, reaching out and tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear.

"My ex got back in contact with me, and I went to have coffee with him."

He almost looked wounded for a sec. "Are you dumping me to get back with him?"

My eyes widened and I looked at him in shock. "What? No, of course not! I'm not telling you for that reason, it's because of who he is."

"Who is he?"

"I need you to understand that I didn't know who he was until a year and a half into the relationship." I paused, taking a second. "And as soon as I found out, I broke it off."

"Faith…" He took my hand, gently squeezing it. "Who is he?"

"Mario Falcone."

This time it was his eyes that went wide. "You dated… the son of…"

I nodded, scared that he was going to walk out. "It was a mistake. But he was going by his mother's maiden name, and even if he hadn't been, I'd never spent enough time in Gotham to know what his surname meant."

"Is he a danger to you?" He asked, not letting go of my hand.

"No. He just wanted to apologise." I ran my fingers through my hair. "I don't want to be friends with him, and I definitely don't want to get back together with him. I just thought I should tell you."

He leaned over, softly kissing me. "If you're not in danger, and you're not dumping me, then everything is fine. It's his loss anyway. I get to have you, and your cute Australian accent, all to myself."

I blushed. "You think it's cute? I always worry that I sound unprofessional on the phone. I try to soften it a little at work, because I feel like people misunderstand me."

"Maybe you sound a little casual, but I like it." He kissed me again, pulling me into his lap. "Now, what should we get for dinner?"