'You're going to kiss her tonight, right?'
'We'll see how the evening goes.'
Crane ignored the grumbling insults from his other half, as he lit the candles at the dinner-table. He had made some arrangements before he had returned home. The dress wasn't the only thing he had for her. He had set up all this for her. He wanted to set a romantic mood.
He put the bottle of wine down onto the table, along with the freshly made lasagna, smiling to himself. He had never considered himself a man for romance but she simply did something to him. She made him want to be more than he was. She made him capable of loving someone. He had never been able to before. But now…he felt warmth in his chest every time she looked at him.
He let a grin play on his lips. She would think she had to prepare dinner, but he had gone to an Italian restaurant nearby, asking them to make their best dish, and deliver it to his house.
He listened to her soft footsteps, as they came into the hallway. She walked in, dressed up in that stunning dress, her hair in a sideways braid, on her bare feet. She was a blinding sight. And yet…she was so unaware of that fact. But he intended to remind her of that every single day.
Her mouth dropped, as soon as she saw the kitchen. His smile widened. She was so beautiful…
Diana put a hand to her mouth, in shock. She had wanted to start on dinner, but he seemed to have everything planned out already.
'What is all this?' she asked.
He held out his hand. She took it, allowing him to bring her to her seat. 'I told you, we're celebrating', he murmured.
'With candle lit dinner?' she asked with flushed cheeks.
'Hmm', he intertwined their fingers; 'I wanted to share my moment of happiness with the love of my life', he smiled at her.
Her heartbeat fastened and her cheeks flushed even more. Was she really the love of his life? 'You're making me blush', she mumbled shyly.
'Good', he whispered against her forehead; 'I love that color on your face', he sighed.
He kissed her fingertips.
'Come, take seat. Or it'll get cold', he smiled.
…
For the remainder of that night's dinner, Diana couldn't stop her cheeks from glowing. She felt so light-headed and her stomach felt fuzzy with tiny knots. It wasn't the food; the butterflies flying around in her tummy were the cause.
She wiped her mouth with a napkin. She had thoroughly enjoyed the lasagna. It was hand-made, she could taste that.
She gazed into Jonathan's blue eyes, feeling her heart flutter. Maybe it was time…she told him she was in love with him too…
He took her hand from across the table. 'What's the matter? You look lost in your thoughts', he wondered.
She blinked a few times before getting up, only to sit down on the table in front of him. He reached for her face, drawing soft strokes on her face with his thumb. She laid her hand atop of his, nuzzling his warm palm.
She was in love with him. Him; the man that had been her teacher and psychiatrist, the man that had killed her best friend and his parents, the man that had kidnapped her such a long time ago, the man that she had fallen deeply and unconditionally in love with.
'Oh Jonathan…' she paused to swallow; 'I-I think I'm in love with you', she told him.
His smile widened. He took hold of her waist, to pull her into his lap. She shyly put her hands against his firm chest. 'You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that', he whispered.
He lovingly ran his hand up and down her back. She rested her forehead to his and watched his eyes go to her lips.
'May I?' he asked.
'Y-yes', she answered shakily.
He let the back of his fingers run down her cheek, before he cupped her cheek and pressed his full lips to hers.
His kiss was short, but slow, and tender, but only left her wanting more as soon as he pulled away from her. She felt light-headed; she had never been so in love with someone before.
'I love you, Diana', he murmured.
She closed her eyes. She couldn't believe this was happening. She had finally found someone that would love her forever.
…
She lay in his bed that night, dressed in nothing but a thin white shirt, and the pink shorts he liked so much on her.
His eyes never left her; she rested on her side, her knees pulled up and her arm under the pillow and her other arm in front of her.
Her small frame was illuminated by the moonlight that poured through his curtains. The sheets barely concealed her ravishing form, but he didn't mind.
He slowly caressed her waist. She mumbled in her sleep, before curling up against him.
'J-Jonathan…' she softly mumbled.
He wrapped his arms around her. 'Sleep peacefully, my darling. I will watch over you', he whispered.
He kissed her forehead one last time and settled with her in his arms. At that moment, he felt whole; complete with his lover beside him.
…
The sunlight shone lightly through the curtains and prickled Diana's closed eyes. As she opened them, she took in her surroundings. She wasn't in her own room, she noticed –
'Good morning, my love.'
She smiled at that deep voice so close to her ear. Of course! She had fallen asleep in Jonathan's bed.
She sighed softly. 'Good morning', she answered.
He nuzzled her neck with his nose. 'How did you sleep?' he murmured.
Her cheeks flushed. She pulled his arms more tightly around her, so his chest pressed onto her back. 'Last night felt like a dream', she smiled.
'But it wasn't a dream, I can assure you that', he whispered into her ear.
'I know', she mumbled then turned, wrapping her arms around his neck.
'I love you', she sighed.
He kissed her lips softly, while stroking her hair back. 'I love you more', he whispered back.
Her smile soon faded, as Adam flashed through her mind. She let go of him, tears beading up in her eyes. 'What am I doing?' she asked quietly.
She sat up. He did the same, frowning at her. 'What's the matter?' he murmured.
She gazed at him sadly. 'T-this is wrong…' she choked out.
'Diana…' he sighed.
As he moved closer, she kept shaking her head. He took hold of her hand, but she pulled it out of his grasp immediately. His gaze grew only more worried.
'It's alright, I promise -'
'It shouldn't be! I shouldn't be able to forgive you for all you did to me!' she cut him off in tears.
He took hold of her, hushing her softly. 'Calm down…' he kissed her forehead; 'everything is as it should be', he murmured.
She put her hands weakly against his chest. 'A-Adam was my best friend…I betrayed him', she sobbed.
'Shh…'
His index finger wrapped under her chin, pulling her head up. When he placed her lips onto hers, she flinched, and wanted to turn away at first. But the longer he kept placing kisses to her lips, the less her fear became. She tried to fight him, but she couldn't. She was too emotionally weak and confused to resist him.
She pressed harder against his firm chest. 'J-Jonathan -'
'Hush…' he soothed her.
His hands moved to cradle her face. He parted her lips, soothing her mouth with his tongue. She moaned softly, earning a soft chuckle from him. She closed her eyes, as one tear ran down her cheek. He caught it with his thumb, wiping her cheek softly. She dug her nails into his skin; she had never been kissed like this before –
No! She couldn't give in again! She couldn't give in to this childish need for affection; it was what he wanted –
She let out a quiet moan, as his lips found her neck. One hand moved to grasp his dark hair.
'Such a sweet sound…' he murmured into her ear.
Her entire body grew weak at his husky voice. 'Jonathan I -'
'I know, my love, you're confused. But I sense in your body language you want this', he whispered.
Her mouth dropped. 'I-I do', she answered shyly.
He smiled against her neck. 'Then…allow me.'
He came back to passionately claim her lips as his and she was completely lost in his arms, once again.
…
After she had gone to take a shower, Crane began to get dressed. His heart thumped loudly. He had kissed her so vigorously; he could barely keep it together.
He would sigh; he had felt irritated her common sense had come back to her, but he had so easily bent her back down to his wishes. She was so gullible and naïve; it was intoxicating.
At that moment, he had to give his thanks to her stepfather; hadn't he ruined this girl, she would've never lain here with him. But her mind was fractured, damaged and perfect for him to mold her into what he wanted her to be.
He went to his office, to pull out a file which had her name on it. Opening it, he found all her information he had acquired, along with photographs he had taken, and her personal documents. He found it necessary to have them if he ever decided to ever leave Gotham.
Also in the drawer, he found her cell-phone. Opening it, he noticed all the messages from her beloved father.
Gritting his teeth, he chose to delete them all. No-one deserved this girl. No-one but him. She was all his. Anyone who dared to intervene with his plans would die quickly.
'Jonathan?'
He turned his eyes to that sweet voice, finding her in the door opening. He was quick to put her belongings back.
She stood there, so innocently, only dressed in a towel. Heat boiled in his lower abdomen at the sight. He could so easily tear that towel off and fuck her atop his desk.
He cleared his throat. 'What's wrong?' he asked.
'I-I need some clean clothes', she explained softly.
He stood up, to walk over to her. He tried not to be distracted by her, but with her hands so tightly holding the towel, it made him that much more eager, to see her delicious body underneath.
'I swear, she's doing this on purpose.'
Crane didn't answer. While he knew she could never tease him on purpose, he tempted the idea often.
'O-of course', he smiled.
He followed her down the stairs, gritting his teeth.
'Damn you', he thought to himself.
Once downstairs, he took the key, to unlock the closet. Going in, he went to search for one specific item; the lingerie Scarecrow had spoken of before. He took it out; it was a very light pink, consisted of mostly lace and had a thong and garter belts to go with the matching stockings.
He fought of the inward smirk growing on his lips. How wonderful she would look in this. He could already her delicate, but plump ass in this thong, ready for him to spank…
Sighing, he shook off his thoughts and went back to her, handing her the clothes. She stared at them, a bit embarrassed.
'You can wear this under that dress I got you', he spoke.
She flushed. He knew why. The dress was still upstairs. So either way, she was going to have to change downstairs and walk back upstairs in those undergarments.
'O-okay', was her meek answer.
She turned her back to him and he turned away to give her some privacy to undress. Though he was so tempted to take a look at her naked body…
Diana slowly changed into the underwear, but only came to realize she couldn't clasp up her bra. A deep blush colored her cheeks. She felt so immature. 'J-Jonathan?' she asked softly.
'Yes?'
'C-can you help me?' she dared to ask.
She heard his footsteps come closer to her, until she felt his presence right behind her. His hands grasped hers behind her back.
'It's okay, you can let go', he assured her.
Another wave of chills ran down her spine at his soft, deep voice. Her cheeks remained rosy, as his fingers brushed against her bare back. A man's touch had never felt so good before, his touch was light as a feather.
After he had clasped up her bra, he gently rubbed his thumbs over her shoulder blades. 'You're gorgeous', he spoke lowly.
She remained silent. She felt so shy in his presence, especially when he told her what he thought of her.
'Do you need me to help you further?' he asked.
'Y-yeah', she answered shyly.
She took a seat on the bed after he had told her so. He kneeled down in front of her, one of the stockings in his hand. He motioned her to lift up her leg, which she did.
Very carefully, he began to roll the thin fabric over her leg, taking his time, and gently rubbing her skin every now and then.
With a small snapping sound, he had secured it to the small belt dangling from her underwear.
She felt her heart beat loudly in her chest, as he did the same to the other leg, treating her like a precious doll that needed to be taken care of.
For the briefest moment, she imagined him just pushing her down onto her bed, only to hold her close, undress her and make love to her. Her cheeks reddened at her own thoughts. She tightened her hands into the sheets.
He noticed her change in attitude. 'What's wrong?' he asked.
She shook her head. 'I'm f-fine', she lied.
'You can't lie to me, Diana. You were having an intimate fantasy, am I right?' he wondered with a smirk.
She didn't answer. Why was he such a mind reader? 'I should get dressed', she sighed.
'I'll need to get to work soon. Be good, okay?' he asked.
She frowned at his serious gaze. She dropped her eyes to the floor again. 'Yes, sir', she mumbled.
'Good', was his answer.
…
'This is Dr. Jonathan Crane's office. My name is Cecelia, how may I help you?'
Liam coughed softly. 'This is Liam Smith from the Gotham City Police Department. I have some questions for your boss', he explained.
'Dr. Crane is very busy at the moment. I will tell him you called.'
Liam rolled his eyes. 'Fair enough. Good day to you', he answered.
He hung up after that. He guessed he just had to go to Crane to get some answers.
…
OMG what will Liam find?! Will he find Diana? Or will Crane see him?
Find out next time,
Lots of love,
~TheOneWithTooManyInterests