I crave excess,
Turning wine into sweat dripping down my neck
I can't deny, I'd die without this
Make me feel like a god
Adrenaline and sex
Adrenalize, In This Moment

I logged out my work email, putting my laptop aside. Dick was talking to Bruce in the kitchen while he made dinner, and he'd put the phone on speaker. I didn't want to eavesdrop, but it sounded like he was getting frustrated.

"You need to remember why you came to Gotham in the first place, Dick." Bruce said. "You're spending far too much time with her."

"I know exactly why I came to Gotham. But I won't sacrifice everything that makes me happy to be Nightwing." He was annoyed, and I could hear his voice getting louder. "I'm not like you."

I put my headphones on, not wanting to hear any more. I never wanted to come between the two of them, and it was upsetting to think that Bruce was asking him to choose. Turning on my music, I flopped onto my bed and stared up at the ceiling.

After a few minutes, the door opened and Dick walked in. He lay down across the bed, with his head resting on my chest. I pulled my headphones off, gently running my fingers through his hair.

"Are you alright?" I asked, softly.

He sighed. "Yes. I've always been so different to Bruce, because I still want to have as much of a normal life as possible. But he expects me to give him a hundred percent of my attention at all times. To drop everything when he calls."

I hesitated, unsure how to comfort him right then. "I don't want to come between you, and I would never ask you to choose…"

"Shh, Faith." He reached up, taking my hand and pressing a kiss to it. "I won't have to. Bruce will come around in a day or two. I'll just give him some space. Could I stay here for a couple of nights?"

"Of course you can." I squeezed his hand. "I'm sorry, I never meant to cause issues with Bruce."

He shook his head, rolling onto his front and propping himself up so he could look down at me. "These issues were already there. They were the reason I moved to Blüdhaven in the first place. You just brought them to the surface again." Kissing me softly, he brushed my hair out of my eyes. "We could leave. Go to Blüdhaven, and then we wouldn't have to deal with Falcone, or Bruce, or Joker, any of this."

I gave him a sweet smile, pulling him in close. "As nice an idea as that seems, I don't think running will solve any of our issues. We just need to find ways to distract ourselves."

"Dinner is still an hour away." He whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Let me refill your glass, I'll be back in a second."

Watching him leave, I suddenly had a bit of an idea. I kicked off my pants, messed up my hair a little, then undid the top few buttons of my shirt. Sitting on my heels, I waited for him to return.

The door opened again, and he stepped inside. His eyes widened when he saw me, and he put my wine down on the dresser.

"Okay, I'm in no way complaining about what's going on here." He walked over, stopping at the end of the bed. "But what is going on here?"

"Well, I figured both of us could use a distraction…" I slid my shirt down my shoulders, just a little. "Good sir, your passion inflames me. I have tried, but I can no longer resist the temptations of your touch."

He pushed me down onto the bed, climbing onto my waist. "We must resist, for my family would never approve of our union."

He leaned over to kiss me, wrapping his arms around my body and pulling me up slightly. He dipped his head, pressing a kiss between my breasts. His tongue drifted over my skin, along the edge of my bra cups, hitting every spot that made me moan as he moved up my body. I pushed him off, moving to sit gently on his waist.

"Master Grayson, your touch is softer than I ever expected." I bit my lip, running my fingers down my body. "But surely you must refrain from it."

He suddenly sat up, wrapping his arms around my body. "Would that I could, my lady. But the truth of it is that you have a radiant, unearthly beauty, and you enchant my hands against my will."

I softly kissed him, gently running my fingers up and down his back. "Do you accuse me of being a witch?"

"I accuse you of having transfixed me, in both body and mind." He slid the shirt off my shoulders, his hands drifting down my arms.

"Well then, sir. Let me bewitch you more." I pushed him down, undoing his tie and using it to tie his wrists to the frame of the bed. "I do not wish to leave you wanting."

"I have never been wanting when in your presence." He breathed, looking up at me with those amazing eyes.

I leaned down, kissing him deeply. "And you never shall."

He raised his head, trying to kiss me again, but I stopped him. With him tied up like that, he was going to have to go as slow as I wanted him to. I kissed his neck, softly biting every spot that made him moan.

"So, Dick," I whispered, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. "How much Shakespeare do you know? Or is there other poetry you have a mind for?"

"Let me touch you, and I'll tell you." He grinned.

I looked him over, and wondered whether I wanted to be in control more than I wanted him to woo me with his words. The romantic part of my soul won out, and I untied him.
He immediately pushed me over onto the bed, rolling onto his side next to me. His hand drifted along my skin, down my body to my thigh.

"Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly at your service." He whispered, his blue eyes holding my gaze.

A blush spread up my chest, and I pulled him close, kissing him deeply. He had no idea how much I loved that quote, and what it meant to hear him say it.

"The Tempest." I breathed, barely able to think. "Did you know that was my favourite?"

He shook his head, leaning in to kiss my neck. "It's my favourite too."

"What else do you know?" I bit my lip, sliding his shirt off. "I want to hear more."

"Hmm…" He whispered, pressing a kiss to my chest. He traced patterns along my inner thigh, getting higher and higher. As his fingers pressed the fabric of my underwear against my clit, making me gasp, he began to recite.

"She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies."

Every sentence he spoke seemed to combine with his fingers teasing and playing with me, making me writhe under his touch. I'd been touched by him so many times before, but something about the addition of the poetry was sending me wild.

"If I'd known you like poetry this much, I would have read you some after our first date." He whispered, gently biting my chest.

I wanted to say something, but then he moved, sliding my underwear down my legs. He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, then licked my clit.

"You have no idea…" I whimpered, clutching at the sheets.

I was already so close to the edge, it didn't take a lot for him to get me there. A couple more seconds, and he sent the heat shooting around my body. But then he paused, pressing a kiss to my thigh again. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him up to kiss me.

"Please, Dick." I moaned, desperately. "I need you."

"Roll over." He whispered, taking off his pants. "Hands and knees."

I did as I was told, gasping as he plunged inside me. He wrapped his arms around my body, pulling me up against him. I was already weak at the knees, and I wasn't sure I would be able to stay upright if he let go of me.

He kissed my neck, making me shake and moan. His hands seemed to be everywhere, and I couldn't focus, because I was just feeling everything all at once.

"I want you to scream." He unhooked my bra, throwing it aside. "Let go, Faith."

His fingers swept over my clit one more time, and it was like my whole body just caught on fire all at once. Shuddering, I let out a scream that echoed through the room. I nearly fell forwards, but he held me close, fucking me even harder.

As his hands snaked around my body, taking hold of my breasts, I rested my head back against his shoulder, feeling so good. Suddenly, his hips stilled, his body shuddering as he came inside me. I closed my eyes, placing my hands over his as we both breathed deep.

"I'm going to have to send you back home soon." I reached up, wrapping my hand around the back of his neck and pulling him closer so I could kiss him. "I don't think my body can handle doing this twice a day for much longer."

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to my shoulder as he pulled away from me. I lay down on the bed, satisfied.

"I'm sure we can think of ways to make it easier on your body." He got up, pulling his pants on. "I'm going to check on dinner, don't put your clothes back on. I like having you naked."

I blushed, watching as he walked away. Turning on some music, I finally remembered he'd brought me another glass of wine. I sipped at it, and waited for him to return. I was feeling good, and all the stress of the past few weeks was suddenly just gone.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked, sitting down on the bed beside me.

"Nothing in particular. Just that I'm glad I met you." I pulled him close, gently kissing him.

He played with a piece of my hair, his fingers softly drifting along my cheek. "You're very beautiful. When I met you, I really wasn't sure you would be interested in coming out with me."

"Why wouldn't I?" I traced his lips with my fingers. "You seemed so sweet. Besides, have you looked in the mirror? You're gorgeous, and you know that."

"You seemed so genuine, and I was worried you thought I was just a shallow rich guy." He blushed, looking super awkward.

I took hold of his chin, pulling him in for a kiss. "I don't exactly have a great track record for avoiding assholes, but I did recognise that there was something special about you. Never would have imagined the whole night vigilante deal though." I shivered a little. "Okay, as much as I would like to sit here naked for the rest of the night, I'm cold."

He pouted, leaning over and reaching into his suitcase. He pulled out a hoodie and handed it over. "Here, you can wear this."

Laughing, I pulled it on. "I see through your game, Richard Grayson. You want the long sock look, don't you?"

"Always." He grinned. "I almost like it better than seeing you naked."

I stood up, pulling my underwear on. As I walked to the closet to find my socks, I could feel his eyes on me. I loved it when he watched me, it made me feel beautiful.