A/N: this story was mentioned in my mainstream story, EHHD. This is elaborating on what was narrated back then. Enjoy. Mature content.
Aloha Bruce and Selina
The sunlight pierced through the blissful slumber. Bruce groggily opened his eyes until he shut them again. He didn't want to wake up yet. He was too contented where he was. The linen bedsheets were soft, smooth, and cool except for the spot where he was lying and the warm body snuggled up to—
Realizing the warm body pressed against him woke him up fully. Peering down, he saw the familiar chestnut curls of his girlfriend tangled into his beard. No wonder why he didn't want to get up. But she wasn't there when Alfred called lights out. A futile ploy to keep them separated. Even in a hotel, there was no place she couldn't sneak into. And especially if he was in it.
Just then, Selina sighed beautifully and nuzzled against his chest. He filtered out the morning breath in his mouth by inhaling and exhaling. He didn't want her to get a taste of that. She opened her eyes and met his gaze.
"What're ya looking at, creep?" she asked sleepily. Her hair was a mess.
He chuckled. "I'm looking at an intruder in my bed. Who is the creep here?"
She smirked in a wolfish fashion. She kissed him on the lips. A chaste kiss first until it grew more passionate. Their hands wandered over their pajamas.
At the need for air, Bruce said, "Aren't you worried Alfred will get mad?"
Selina scoffed. "Jeeves ain't gonna find out."
"Don't you remember when we moved to Metropolis when he found out what we did that night?" he asked.
"He wouldn't have if you weren't so loud that night."
"That was not my fault."
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. "C'mon. It's not like he yelled or forced us into a shotgun wedding or whatever it is Brits do."
"Yeah, but it was still very uncomfortable."
"He didn't stop us from sleeping together again, though."
"He still doesn't approve."
She raised an eyebrow. "You still need your butler's approval?"
He took a deep breath. "I just don't like getting a lecture every time we make love."
"He didn't in Switzerland."
He wrinkled his brow. "What about Paris?"
She pointed an accusing finger at him. "That was not my fault. I was getting my period. We couldn't've…." A sweet smile grew on her face. "We nearly got a lecture in Italy."
Bruce shared the same smile. "Yet, we never got to. We were just on the move too much."
"Yeah, yeah. So much to see, so little time—blah blah blah…. I'll never forget that day in Capri." Her face changed into a dreamy, nostalgic guise.
Bruce loved that look on her, but then he thought of a shot and he took it. "Oh, so you don't need me to take your clothes off to have a good time."
Outraged, she pounced on him to get him on his back for her to straddle him. "Oh, I'll show you a good time. We may be leaving tomorrow but I'll get you to say mahalo before we go."
Getting his hands free, he grabbed her hips.
At one subtle move, Selina's reddening face lit up when she felt the delicious friction from it. She smiled and whispered, "Hmm, aloha, big boy…."
"Cowabunga."
Before their hands could go far enough under their silk pajamas, the bedroom door opened.
"Oh, bloody hell," Alfred complained when he walked in on them. "Are you two trying to make me a grandfather?"
They were too disappointed at the interruption to say anything.
The older man regained his composure. "Right, well thank St. Pete that the hike up the volcano you two wish to go on is early so you pair won't have time for your games. So get dressed and let us head out in ten minutes. Chop-chop." He closed the door and Selina fell off of Bruce.
"Déjà vu," Bruce commented.
For once, after a groan, Selina was the one who jumped out of bed first. The silk magenta nightshirt that covered most of her shimmered in the morning light. It wasn't clear at first glance if she had any underwear on. But he knew.
There was no need for a shower, regrettably, since they already showered last night. So they simply dressed in hiking clothes and headed out.
Maui was becoming a favorite trip. Just yesterday they arrived and after checking into the hotel, Bruce and Selina spent the day on the beach. They swam in the ocean, absorbed the sun's rays, and even took up surfing. They both were surprisingly good at it.
"I never realized how blue the sky was," Selina had said. Gotham was always such a gray place. Pollution, smog, and slums. Hawaii was great. It was the exact opposite of Gotham, as she compared. Maui was a jewel. She loved jewels.
They didn't see much of Alfred though. Saying that he was taking a vacation of his own. Odd as it was, he deserved it.
As interesting as it was to see his girlfriend in a bikini all day, evening fell soon and she put on a dress. A Hawaiian dress with the lei she was given when they landed, and a lily in her hair.
Wow! What happened to the leather-wearing street kid he met?
That night they attended a luau. The live music was beautiful. The exotic food was tasty. A fire dance was performed. It was exciting and the dancers were impressive. There was a limbo contest that Selina won—no surprise there.
They returned to their hotel suite late. Alfred told them that they should sleep in separate rooms. Selina visibly pouted but didn't put up much of a fight.
While lying in his bed, struggling to find a comfortable position without his other half, he felt a presence slipping next to him. It did not freak him out, however. He knew that presence well. He couldn't stand to be without it. Then without saying a word, they gathered up into each other's arms and fell asleep.
Today was now their last day before they have to go home to Metropolis.
The view from the volcano, Kilauea, was like out of a movie. The endless blue from the sea and sky all around. And the contrast between the two. Selina was taking pictures with her new phone.
"How do we know this thing won't blow up with us on it?" she asked the tour guide, in a teasing manner.
The guide went on a lengthy explanation filled with science facts and other boring stuff. But apparently, Kilauea won't blow in the foreseeable future.
After descending the mountain, Selina went to the hotel spa. She was uncomfortable with laying on the massage table naked with only a sheet covering her. But the moment the masseuse did her job, she dozed off for a few seconds.
While she was having her beauty day, her boyfriend relaxed his own way by first reading a book by the pool and then discovering how hard relaxing was. Turned out he was a workaholic when he didn't have anything planned.
When she returned from the spa with glossier nails and softer skin, she said in a mellow voice, "I feel like a bag of pudding."
Bruce chuckled in his throat and wrapped an arm around her. She nuzzled right up to him and purred. He sat her down on the couch and asked, "So what do you want to do tonight?"
She shrugged. "I dunno."
"Are you too tired to do anything?"
Selina sat up straighter with a mulling-over face. She shook her head, "Nah. I could go out. I could dance."
"Want to go to another luau?" Bruce asked.
"Sure."
The luau they attended was a different one than the one from the other day. It was just as fun though.
They met a small group of people their age tossing ping pong balls into a skinny highball glass. Bruce and Selina joined the game. It was harder than they thought. The balls either missed the glass or bounced off the rim.
After three rounds of none of them making the shot, one guy got his orange ball in. Only two spaces left.
At Selina's turn, she bounced her green ball off the table. It bounced on the rim and rolled right in. She cheered, jumping up and down. "You're up, babe," she said to Bruce.
He walked up with his blue ball. He eyed the glass. Only room for one more, he comprehended. He did the calculations in his head. Mentally measuring the distance, the weight of the ball, the diameter of the glass, and the wind. The light from the tiki torches was dim, but it was enough. So he tossed. The ball went straight in… and bounced right out.
"Are you kidding me?!" he shouted.
It wasn't until the next guy went and tossed his red ball in that Bruce made a sour face.
"C'mon, baby," Selina soothed him. She still had her laugh smile while she rubbed his back and smoothed his hair. "It's just a game. Besides, the winners won't get the prize you're getting."
He gave her a questioning look. "But you won," he said. "You got your ball in."
Her eyes darkened up in thought. "True." She met his gaze with scheming eyes. "I guess I'm the one going home with the prize." Her hand lowered to pinch his ass.
He gulped involuntarily. Sometimes, he couldn't tell if that look in her eye was good or bad. He still patted her ass through her shorts in return. An amused glint appeared on her face.
They said goodbye to their new friends and went back to their table. Alfred had gone off on some matter to attend. So they sat back and relaxed. It was just the two of them for now.
But then sometime during the party, Selina excused herself, saying that she'll be back.
As he took a bite from the pupu platter when he spotted a familiar head of gray hair at the tiki bar. Looking across the tables, Bruce spotted Alfred at the bar talking to a rather pretty woman. From the looks of it, it seems like they're both hitting it off. He had seen Alfred without a suit on, yet it was still strange to see him in vacation clothes. He deserves it, Bruce inferred.
The host announced that the hula dance performance was about to start. The leafy-dressed ladies walked onto the stage. At the other hula performance they saw, Selina tormented him about looking at the scantily dressed girls.
All the performing women were indigenous, he guessed, for their cultural dance. Wait a minute! One of them was fairer-skinned. He was sitting a little way back so it was difficult to see. But that girl was staring directly at him. That was when he recognized her beautiful face and catlike eyes. To his unbelievable astonishment, it was Selina. Selina somehow joined the show dressed as a hula girl. She was wearing the grass skirt and the coconut bikini top. Never in his life has he expected her to ever do something like that.
She looked amazing swaying her hips and moving around in those fluid movements. Did she take lessons? It was her idea to come to Hawaii. But where could she have learned? They weren't here long enough for her to find a class. Maybe she learned back home? Not entirely likely. All summer long, they were moving from Switzerland to France, then a two-week trek across Italy, and now to Maui for a couple of days. He couldn't see how she could've gotten lessons.
She must be mimicking the other dancers. Though she was very good at it. It was no surprise as to how very graceful she was.
"Bruh, that chick to the right is hot," a young man with blonde dreadlocks from the next table over said to his friend.
"I know, dude," his friend with a man-bun said. "I wonder if she does any private shows."
Bruce glared at them.
The second guy squinted his eyes. "Hey, do ya think her eyes are a bit far apart?"
Bruce gripped the edge of the table hard.
"Nah, bro. It ain't that bad," dreadlocks said.
"C'mon, man. She looks like a cat," man-bun said.
"That's what makes her so banging. I'm gonna ask her out for a drink… and then breakfast later. HAHA!"
His buddy joined his debauched laugh instead of arguing further. He only bobbed his head like a parrot with a perverted toothy grin.
Bruce's jealousy didn't last long. Selina was already his and she didn't like many other men. He was wondering if she was demisexual. Probably not, but you never know these days.
Letting those thoughts and those idiots out of his head, he returned his undivided attention to his beloved, sexy girlfriend and how that grass skirt shimmied with her swaying hips.
The other dancers could never hold a candle to Selina. They seemed to comprehend that as they moved aside to make room for their newest member. She didn't even seem to realize it even when she took center stage. The music picked up in speed and she easily followed the pace. She spun around weightless on her bare toes. Her hands flared in the wind and even threw her flower crown in the air. Some of those moves must not have been part of the traditional hula dance. Everyone in the audience was cheering loudly for her. Bruce most of all.
He could see how red Selina's face got when she realized that she was alone and saw the dancers clapping for her. She tried to keep her face confident and bowed to her admirers. The other girls bowed too.
She walked off the stage, still wearing the hula garb. She received tons of wolf whistles and cat calls as she entered the crowd. The two degenerates tried to approach her, but she pushed passed them and walked up to Bruce. He stood up to meet her.
"Aloha," Selina said subjectively.
He chuckled. "Aloha," he answered in kind.
He inspected her up and down. From her hair to the coconuts, the grass skirt, to the leafy anklets on her bare feet. Not long ago she was wearing tight running shorts, flip-flops, and a red top. She looked exotic and tempting. And he liked it. He liked it a lot.
"Well this is interesting," he continued. "How did they let you join? Aren't they professionals from some dancing academy or something?"
Shrugging her shoulders she said, "Mm… I just asked them if I could join them and they said okay."
Deciding that it was best not to press further, he dropped it and just appreciated it.
They looked for Alfred. He was still at the bar and they saw him give them a nod of approval to go off on their own and he returned to his new lady friend.
They walked along the beach hand in hand. The gold then pink rays of the setting sun beamed on their faces, sand between their toes, and Selina was still dressed in her tropical garb. And completely intoned to her character, she snagged a bottle of wine.
"Best trip ever," she said after slurring her words the first few times.
They were both getting tipsy. Bruce swore to stop drinking after his spiral last year. Although, with Selina, it felt like a decent exception. They also brought a beach blanket along with them. For where they plan to go, the dress code will be only a smile.
They across a cluster of boulders and she dragged him inside a hidden little alcove. It was spacious and invisible to the public. After laying down the beach blanket, she made him sit down and she straddled his lap.
It was then they both had déjà vu from that morning and Bruce was responding to her actions the same way. "I see you like me in this getup, don't ya?" she accused smirking.
"It certainly is different from your customary black leather. And now that I think about it, you used to wear welding goggles. Whatever happened to those?"
"Oh, I lost those. Then I thought they were pointless anyway. I thought they looked cool and whatever, but I guess I just grew out of that look."
"Makes sense—"
"Shut up!"
Selina crashed her lips to Bruce's while hastily unbuttoning his shirt. His hands roamed everywhere. First, up her thighs. Then he even reached to tickle her sand-caked feet, earning a giggle against his mouth. After that, he fondled from her waist to her back and up.
While her hands traced the delicious muscles of his torso. She noted that they weren't as pronounced as they used to be. Nevertheless, she loved his flesh and pushed his shirt off his beatific body.
Bruce kissed down her neck, suckling on her throat to earn a sensual moan from her. He then got his head under the flowery lei around her neck so they were both wearing it. The ties to the coconut bra found his fingers, asking to be pulled. He did their bidding, releasing Selina's tender breasts. The red ring around their bases made him think that it must've been too tight. Her discarding the shells made him forget it. Eager hands and mouth massaged them sweetly as she tugged on his dark curls.
Already feeling like being liquified, Selina reach for the fly of his shorts and practically ripped it open. He reached under the grass skirt to push her underwear aside after she pulled him out of his pants.
Soon enough, they were joined. Selina gasped hard on his hair as an anchor. She steadily started to roll her hips and he tried to thrust up into her. Their little hiding place was filled with sensual moans. She danced on top of him. Her hair bounced up and down in the breeze. Every move drove him deeper and deeper in. He never felt bad inside her. Since their first time, she always felt whole with him and empty during the aftermath. But they constantly lust for one another and constantly want more. As thanks for treating her more than she deserves, she gripped him tightly.
She felt amazing on him. Just as amazing as she looked. Bruce couldn't stand to lie flat on his back any longer. He had to sit up and kiss the constellations of freckles on her chest, as well as suckle her neck. The pull of her hand on his hair drove him mad so he flipped them over. With her on her back now, he was free to rock into her as hard as he wanted. She delightfully clawed at his back for that and reached down to clench his glute. He grunted then wrapped his arms around her tighter. His beard tickled the side of her face. She forcefully demanded him to go faster, deeper, and harder. He on impulse reached down between them to fiddle with her most sensitive spot. That drove her off the rail.
"Oh, Bruce!"
"Selina…."
His movements became sharper and more rapid until their release shook them over the peak.
They were in complete bliss when it was over. They lay back on the blanket staring up. Through the gap between the rocks, stars began to bedazzle the narrow strip of sky they could see. The best time Bruce and Selina had ever had without being chased by anyone or imminent death over them. Out of their element but into a brighter world. The sweat from their bodies had some sand clinging to their skin. There was no doubt sand was in certain places. That didn't matter though. It was worth it. Some of the white sand was splashed purple from the wine they accidentally spilled.
Bruce's fingers found Selina's coconuts. The shells clattered as he held them up. "We should probably return your costume," he said.
A sigh was heard. "Do we have to?" she complained. "I don't think they'll miss it."
In response, he flicked the waistband of her grass skirt. "Not after they learn what we did with it," he remarked. "But Alfred may be wondering where we are."
She sputtered at his claim. "C'mon, B. He's too busy getting laid to worry about us getting laid."
"Ugh! Don't say that! I don't want to think it." He didn't have to look at her to feel her evil smile.
"I bet that chick is really into older guys and really into kinky stuff." He groaned again but that didn't stop her. "I bet she's handcuffing him to—"
Faster than she expected, Bruce got on top of her and pinned her wrists above her head. She couldn't hold her breath. The wild look in his eyes, and the dominating actions, she liked it. She liked it a lot. He had never been sexier. It was the right time for him to bend down and capture her lips. A delighted noise escaped her as her leg slid up his side. He grabbed her thigh so she could hook it on his hip.
It wasn't until after another quick one that they noticed how much sand got on their blanket. Then they decided to get dressed—regrettably—and head back.
First, back to the luau to retrieve Selina's clothes. The dancers let her keep the hula outfit for her outstanding performance. After that, they searched for Alfred. For that, Bruce pulled out his phone and discovered that he had already texted him that he had an important errand to run.
Selina gave him a knowing look that made him cringe.
They returned to their hotel suite. Selina didn't bother to change back into her civies because she was still too dirty and the little showers for the beachgoers weren't good enough. But there was one shower that was much better. Much superior with the beautiful human in it giving the thorough cleaning…. Very thorough cleaning.
Another vigorous round went on in between the clean, cool sheets of the king-size bed. This time it was more of a roll around with the extra space than that cramped pocket of boulders.
Pale moonlight reflected off of the ocean waves and into the room of the sex-spent teenagers. Selina was wedged into the crook of his neck—her favorite place in the world. The relaxing scent of her lavender shampoo filled Bruce's nose. They were comfortably content holding each other in their twisted nest of blankets.
"Do we have to go back?" Selina mumbled into his skin.
They would occasionally have brief pillow talks after the lovemaking if they haven't loved themselves unconscious.
"Can't we just keep doing this? Go around the world and boink all day?" She raised her head to look into his eyes. "We can afford it."
Bruce lazily kissed her on the lips. "That would be the life," he agreed.
The past couple of months has been the most fun the pair ever had. Traveling the world, coupling with no cares. Nothing is more pleasing.
"But I'm going to be taking over Wayne Enterprises soon."
"The company survived without you for years." She held him tighter. "Does it really need you?"
He sighed deeply. "It's my family's company. I can't let some outsiders ruin it. Not again."
Selina did not argue further for she understood what he meant. And what his family's company meant to him. So she snuggled closer to him and let sleep overcome them.
They have to return to Metropolis. Responsibilities were waiting for them. And new things were stirring and growing without them knowing.
A/N: Please leave a review because the notifications from gives me a dopamine increase. And stay tuned for the next update. The Bat-man is coming to EHHD.
