~Diana's POV~

I reach the end of the dock, holding up a hand to try and keep the rain from pelting my face. My eyes search the waters, looking for any kind of movement but seeing none.

"No, Hera, please," I'm just about to dive into the water when a hand pushes through the surface, followed by two heads. One struggles to hold up the body of the other head which lulls against the first person's shoulder. As the one person swims closer, I breathe a sigh of relief to see Bruce.

"Diana! Take him! I have to go back under!"

I hover over the water to pull the man out of Bruce's arms. "I don't think that's a good-" Bruce doesn't bother to listen, diving back beneath the water as I fly the man in my arms towards Bruce's hut, the one closest. A group of people have rushed down the dock, two of them being paramedics and the others being the man's family.

"Where's Tyler?" Lia demands before scanning through the people. "Where's Bruce?" I move back out into the rain, Lia following. Seeing how I watch the water, a cry escapes Lia's throat. "No, please tell me they're not down there!" I say nothing, not wanting to take any concentration away from the water.

A moment later, Bruce pops back above the surface but appears to be struggling against the water. In his arms is the man in a suit that chased the first man down the dock; Tyler, presumably. I grab Tyler, same as I had the other man, quickly taking him into Bruce's cabana but when I exit to help pull Bruce out of the water, Bruce is nowhere to be seen and my heart speeds back up in fear.

"Bruce?" I cry out but receive no response. I open my mouth to cry out again when a head bobs above the water before falling back under. I look around, hoping to see someone who could help. I'll be of no use if I get pulled under the water like him. But Lia had gone in when Tyler was rescued. I turn to try and grab someone from Bruce's hut when I hear a thud. Spinning back around, I see Bruce pulling himself onto the dock, coughing up water.

"Oh my gods," I run towards him as he stands fully, his head looking up, his stance shifting enough to brace himself as I throw myself at him, trying not to knock him back into the water. My legs wrap around his waist and my hands cradle his face, pulling his mouth to mine in a desperate kiss. After a moment, I pull back and hug Bruce tightly. "I thought I lost you," I breathe into his neck, the rain slowing as he holds me, saying nothing for a moment.

Finally, he speaks. "I think it would take more than a little choppy water to take me away from you, Diana," he presses a kiss to my temple, keeping me held close to him. "Let's go inside," he suggests, lowering me back to the dock to lead me towards his hut.

"There are people in there," I warn him but he just shrugs, surprisingly okay with people being in his space.

Walking through the door to the cabana, a few people run up to hug Bruce. One of them being Lia and the other person being the first man's wife and I'm assuming their son. Bruce tenses, patting them awkwardly on the back as they thank him.

The family pulls back, allowing Lia her chance to hug him and hug him she does, the tightening of Bruce's jaw doesn't go unnoticed by me. He still hugs his friend back, however, Lia leaning up to talk softly in his ear. He smiles as he pulls back.

"Lia, you know you can't hide anything from me. I'm the one that flew Tyler out here just as you and Alfred flew out Diana." Lia and I sport twin blushes at being found out.

"Well, then thank you for flying him out here to me as well." Lia presses an innocent kiss to Bruce's cheek and he offers a small smile as she returns to her boyfriend's side on Bruce's couch.

I follow Bruce into his small bathroom, eyes scanning him for any injuries as he grabs a towel to wipe water off of his face, handing it to me a moment later. I quietly accept the towel when a moan echoes into the bathroom. Bruce and I look at each other, eyes wide.

"They aren't-"

"In my living room?!" Bruce and I walk as quietly as possible to the doorway from the bedroom to the rest of the hut. A quick peek around the corner shows the couple in different stages of undress.

"Grab something to change into, we can go to my hut. Though, I suppose you'll have to cover your eyes-" The rain suddenly grows louder and with a growl, I notice Bruce had slipped from the room while I was trying to think of a way to get him past the amorous lovers. He snuck out his damn window.

Rolling my eyes, I follow him, seeing the lights already on in my hut by the time I make it outside into the lighter rain. I sprint up the dock and into my hut only to see Bruce coming out of the bedroom with confusion on his face with a soaked t-shirt now adorning his upper half.

"Did you check out of your hut?"

"Uh, no? Why?" He says nothing, walking back into my bedroom and I follow only to see all of my stuff is gone, the bed stripped of its sheets, and a note saying to check with the front desk for my belongings.

"Do you know when Lia set your checkout time to be?"

"I thought I was in this hut until tomorrow." Bruce scowls before heading back out into the rain, clearly annoyed as he walks towards the hotel. I follow behind him, eyes tracing over the muscles of his back as we go.

"Ah, Mr. Wayne! Glad to see you are well! What can we do for you?" The person at the front desk asks with a fake cheer, eying the water we're dripping on to the floor again with disdain.

"When was Miss Prince supposed to check out of her hut?" Bruce demands and I bite my lip at the commanding tone.

"Let me look," the attendant quickly looks down at his computer. "Tomorrow by 11:30." He offers with a fake smile.

"Then why is her stuff gone and a note saying to check the front desk for her belongings left on the bed?" The attendant, Bob, his name tag reads, eyes widen.

"I can't say that I know but I will certainly look into it!"

"See that you do. In the meantime, return her things to her and look for another cabana."

"Right away, Mr. Wayne." Bob speaks into an earpiece and a moment later, my luggage is wheeled out to sit beside Bruce. "Now, we only have one cabana left. The honeymoon deluxe. It's a ways up the beach but secluded on its own dock with floor to ceiling windows on the back and a glass roof."

"She'll take it. Put it on my tab." Part of me wonders if that's really the only cabana available as Bob lets a greedy smile slip when Bruce glances towards me. Surely he could've put me back in the hut the kicked me out of?

"Will that be all for you, Mr. Wayne?"

"Have Miss Prince's thing delivered to her cabana as soon as the rain lets up." Bruce demands as he snatches the key Bob had set on the desk and grabs my hand, pulling me out of the hotel and into the rain once more.

"I think I am getting tired of this rainy weather," I comment as Bruce begins to walk up the beach, towards the cabana I can see sitting all by itself.

Bruce says nothing, continuing to pull me towards the hut.

"I really don't need another cabana, maybe I'll just ask J'onn to teleport me up to the 'Tower."

"No," is all Bruce says and I feel my temper spark, debating if I should fight his pull as we step onto the dock.

"I don't think you really have much of a-" Bruce shoves the key into the door, throwing it open before slamming it closed by pinning me up against it. "Bruce-" I gasp as he leans in and presses his mouth to mine, the kiss forcing a shiver up my spine. My arms wrap up around his shoulders as I can't help but melt into him, my anger disappearing as fast as this stupid storm started.

After a moment, Bruce pulls back. "You will not be going back to the Watchtower because you're going to stay with me. And because of that, yes, I do have a say." I smack at the back of his head but then comb my fingers through the shorter locks as I pull his mouth back to mine, eager to reconnect our lips.

However, despite my joy at him so proudly commanding my time be dedicated to us, I can't help but be weary of what happens next.

I press another kiss to his lips before pulling back, not missing the small grunt Bruce makes, vocalizing his displeasure at the space now between us. "Wait a second, Bruce." At my tone, his eyes move from my mouth to my gaze, his head pulling back as he silently assesses me. "I need to know that this isn't some one-time fling. This weekend has been wonderful and I find myself easily believing it's real. But I can't pick myself up and put myself back together should you decide that this weekend was nothing more than a fluke, a mistake."

One of his hands moves to cup my face. "Nothing I have ever done or ever will do with you is a mistake, Diana. I admit it's been difficult to allow you into my world, my life, but I have also found myself enjoying our time together and wishing it were real. So it will be. I let myself have a taste of you, Princess, and now there's no going back. I don't think I'm strong enough to deny you any longer." My heart nearly bursts from my chest at his omission.

"The great Batman's will isn't strong enough to deny me, huh?" his hand drops from my face to twine around my lower back, pulling me back into him.

"It never has been, Princess. I'm just a better actor than you may think."

"You think you had me fooled?"

"Diana, you just told me I did."

"Maybe I was the one fooling you. I got you to admit to feeling something for me." Bruce squints his eyes before smirking, looking right through my lie. While it's true that he admitted something, he did have me afraid that he'd push me away and shut me out as soon as we're done in Bora Bora.

Before realizing what he's doing, Bruce grabs the back of my thighs and pulls me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he walks further into the cabana. I look up, admiring the rain pouring onto the glass roof. It may not be the safest option for a roof but I'm sure it almost always offers a beautiful sight. Then Bruce steps into the bedroom at the back of the cabana and I notice the floor to ceiling windows, everything but the floor and the wall with the bed against it is made of glass.

"It's a good thing this room faces the water."

"Oh?" Bruce plays dumb as he lowers me to be sitting on the bed, lowering to hover over me. "And why is that?"

"I don't want anyone else seeing what I'm going to do with you. I will not share you, Bruce Wayne."

"I don't want anyone else but you," he promises quietly, genuinely, the truth and adoration and dare I say, love, shining in his eyes calms any remaining doubts I may have. His hands slide up my sides before cupping my face once more, pulling me in for a heated kiss. My one hand rises to grab at his forearm, nails digging into his skin as one of his hands moves to fist in my hair, lips moving to trail down my jaw and nip at my neck.

"Bruce," I gasp as his hands leave my hair and face, trailing back down my body, never staying in one place as his mouth decorates my neck with kisses and teasing bites. My hands move behind me to support myself as I lean back, feeling Bruce's mouth drift lower and lower until he's above my breasts, his hands moving up to grab fistfuls of each mound. A moan falls from my lips as he kisses between the valley of my breasts, his teeth skating along the underside of my bikini top.

My nipples grow hard beneath the top of my swimsuit under his ministrations and Bruce's mouth quirks into a smirk against my skin before pulling back for a moment as his fingers trail behind me to undo the ties of the bikini.

The moment the material falls away from my skin, Bruce's mouth is back on me causing goosebumps to erupt everywhere he looks, touches, and tastes. His hands cup me once more, fingers pinching teasingly at my nipples, making my back arch and another gasp of his name fall from my mouth as I push into his hands and towards his mouth. "More, please," I beg and Bruce wordlessly obliges, leaning in to wrap his lips around a painfully hardened bud.

His stubble scratches at my skin, more than likely irritating it, but I just moan at the added sensation, his name repeatedly falling from my lips as he sucks on my nipple before moving to its twin. After a moment he pulls back, hands grabbing me to push me further up the bed.

Missing his affection for the moment that it's gone, I push both hands into his hair, pulling his mouth back to mine and letting out an embarrassingly happy sound, almost a squeal, as our mouths meet. His kisses are addicting, his touch like a drug that I never knew I needed but will never be able to live without again.

There's a sort of desperation in his kiss that makes me feel cherished, like I'm the only sustenance he's ever been offered. But it's not in a way where I feel like a piece of meat to him, to be used and thrown away. Beneath the desperation is a tenderness, a reverence that is felt throughout my whole body.

As we kiss, I feel his hands wandering my body again, exploring my responses to his touch. I almost don't realize his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of my bikini bottoms, the material sliding down my legs not a second later. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I should be growing embarrassed as my state of undress but I can't find the presence of mind to care. However, I do know that I want him to be in an equal state of undress.

My hands leave his hair to trace down his spine, pulling at his shirt on the way back up and sighing happily when he sits up to pull the shirt off. It hits the ground with a wet plop, a couple droplets falling onto my skin and the sheets as the shirt wasn't particularly dry before Bruce lowers himself back down onto me to resume our heated kiss. My fingers chart an exploration of their own, soothing over jagged bumps of scars and carefully dancing across his injuries from a few days ago. As my fingers begin to dip beneath the waistband of his shorts as his did mine, he pulls away, pressing kisses down my body before pushing my thighs apart.

My breath hitches, a little unsure but ridiculously turned on at the same time. His eyes glance up to mine, checking silently for permission and I bite my lip before giving a single nod. He returns the gesture before diving forward, my back arching off the bed as I cry out at the sudden pleasure.

Having never been with a man before, my body's reactions and the feelings that assault me are unknown to me. I grab at his hands that hold my legs apart, looking for something to hold onto as he licks at my center and nips at the sensitive nub, each movement forcing a sound from my lips.

However, even though the pleasure he's inflicting on me feels incredible, I want inside of me, I want more of him. "Hera, Bruce," I sigh as I pull at his hair, trying to draw him back up my body.

He presses one last kiss to the inside of my thigh before lifting and I sit up, pushing at his trunks. Bruce stands from the bed, pushing the trunks off of his hips and I bite my lip as he's revealed to me. I've only ever seen the statues of men on my home island and they were never impressive. It was eye opening when I came to Man's World to see that the men here come in all shapes and sizes. The statues on Themyscira all looked the same as they were usually of the same Gods. Bruce is of a leaner build than Clark but has more muscle mass than Wally. Bruce is taller than John but shorter than J'onn. It shouldn't surprise me that he's also much bigger than the statues at home when it comes to what is standing proudly between his legs.

I reach for him but he bats my hands away, lowering himself back onto the bed. As he moves to hover over me again, I push on his shoulder, rolling him onto his back and he allows it, following my lead. His eyes watch me, assessing me as I move over him. I lean in and begin to pepper kisses across his chest, paying special attention to each scar, burn, and blemish I come across, hoping that he feels as worshiped as I do when he kisses me.

As my hands move lower, I feel him tense, more than likely preparing to push me away as my hands wrap around him. "Let me," I whisper against his stomach, eyes glancing up at him through my lashes. "Please," I tack on and Bruce nods, relaxing back against the bed as I begin to stroke him, enjoying the smoothness and the heat that rolls off his body everywhere I touch. I resume kissing his skin, following the path my hands mapped earlier when he tense beneath me once more.

"Diana-" ignoring his protests I lower my head and take him into my mouth, moaning at the salty taste that greets me. I never would've thought this would be something I enjoy but after he did this to me, I knew I needed to return the favor and I'm glad I did.

I lower myself as far down as I can, bringing him deep within my mouth when his hand appears out of nowhere to hook beneath my jaw and pull me off of him and back up his body. Knowing that the next step is taking him inside of me, I rise to meet his mouth willingly, crawling into his lap and holding myself above him as his arms wrap around me. His hips flex upward and I feel him catch at my entrance, body stilling beneath mine and allowing me to make the next move.

I've heard enough gossip to know that there's a possibility for pain during one's first time and my heart flutters again in my chest at the knowledge that Bruce is letting me make the choice for how I want to do this for my first time. I tuck my head into his shoulder before beginning to move my hips down onto him.

His breath catches beside my ear and his arms tighten as he fills me. The feeling isn't particularly painful so much as it's uncomfortable, that there's too much of him and not enough room. I take a deep breath, hoping that if I continue to move, the uncomfortable feeling will go away. With this thought and hope in mind, I rise almost all the way off of him before dropping back down a little faster than before. When my hips are once again flush against his, his tip rubs against something deep inside, causing me to whine.

Determined to feel it again, I repeat my previous motion and sigh as the feeling of discomfort begins to subside and is replaced with a feeling of pleasure as he presses against that spot again. "Diana, please," it's Bruce's turn to beg against my forehead and I answer his plea, beginning to rock my hips into him, his own pressing up into me to assist my movements.

"Bruce," I cry as we begin to move together, the feeling indescribable when he suddenly sits up. My legs wrap behind him and it allows me to drop further into his lap. My arms wrap around his shoulder and I press my teeth against the straining muscle there as Bruce's hands traverse my body again, trying to find somewhere to land. "So good," I whine against his skin before pulling back to press a desperate kiss to his mouth. As I grow more and more distracted, Bruce rolls us over, hips plowing deep against mine.

"I-I'm-" I get cut off as a heat erupts in my stomach and Bruce's hips stutter. My legs wrap tightly around his hips in a silent plea for him to stay inside of me.

"Princess," he groans against my neck, hips continuing to roll while he begins to lose his rhythm.

"More, more, more," I cry and Bruce delivers before his arms dig beneath me to wrap around me and hold me as close as possible for a few more thrusts. Right as I fall over the edge again, a different kind of warmth fills me, Bruce pulsing between my legs and panting against my skin.

"I love you," he whispers between puffs of air.

I gasp again, but for a completely different reason. I think somewhere, I knew this, I've seen it in his eyes, but to hear him openly admit it is something entirely different.

"Really?" I ask hesitantly. Bruce withdraws from the space beside my head, eyes roaming my face before landing on my eyes. His skin is flushed, lips swollen, hair messy, but his eyes reflect the truth of his words.

"Yes. I love you, Diana." I shakily cup his face and pull him down to me so I can press a tender kiss to his lips.

"I love you, too," I admit against his mouth. His lips pull into a smile despite our kiss and I laugh as he pulls back to press chaste kisses everywhere he can reach.

This wasn't what I was expecting when I agreed to have some pictures taken in Bora Bora, but I'll take it.

~2 weeks later~

The moment I swing my legs over the bench of the cafeteria tables, I collapse, head falling forward to rest against my arms.

Since returning from Bora Bora, it's been non-stop missions. I nearly fall asleep where I sit when a group of trainees walks into the commissary.

"I'm so jealous of her! Why does she get the hot guys!" One of them complains. I attempt to tune them out when I catch my name. My head remains down but I'm now tuned into the conversation.

"First she gets to flirt with Batman, then she gets to make out with Bruce Wayne! In skimpy bikinis! Why does Wonder Woman get to have all of the fun?" I look up and watch the trainee slump onto a bench at another table, arms across her chest and full lower lip out in a pout.

I smirk, realizing they've seen Lia's pictures. They were put on her agency's website and word quickly spread of the handsome billionaire kissing a superhero. Lia had followed through on letting Bruce go through the pictures and edit away his scars. He also got rid of any of the more….risque photos. Either Lia didn't notice or she had some saved elsewhere and were keeping them as blackmail against her friend.

I hear the commissary doors swish open and the girls' chatter stop before a presence sits beside me. "Princess," the voice growls in greeting and I feel a shiver race up my spine. "Are we still on for our date tonight?" He asks quietly and I look at him, mouth dropping to stare at his lips. We've gone on one date since returning from Bora Bora and it was squeezed in between missions so it wasn't much of a "real" date. However, the night had ended with a passionate roll in his sheets before he headed out on patrol and I was due on the Watchtower to head out. When agreeing to this second date, I guiltily admit it was because of the promise for how the date would end.

"If you think you can keep up with me," I tease, standing and trailing my fingertips across his shoulders, his head tilting ever so slightly to follow me as I move away from him. Once I'm nearly to the door, I see him standing in my peripherals.

"It's not fair," one of the girls can be heard whining but I ignore her as I step out of the room and into the thankfully empty hallway.

A moment later, two hands grip my hips and spin me, pinning me to the wall. "What do you say," I start, hands gripping his shoulders as my eyes openly stare at his mouth. "We cut to the end of our date right now?"

Bruce begins to lean in and my eyes fall shut in anticipation. "What am I going to do with you?" He breathes against my mouth before he's suddenly gone and I'm left to crumple against the wall. I come close to calling out his name in indignation as he swiftly walks away but then I see him turn to head down the hall leading to personal quarters and I'm quick to take off after him.

It may not be fair but I'm sure as hell not complaining.

A/N: Okay, I had the first half of this chapter written weeks ago but I psyched myself up so much on doing the sexy scene that I kept putting off writing it. I'm still not super happy with it but know that in working myself up, I was taking the fun out of writing this story. So, this is the last chapter. I hope you all enjoy my not-so-short short story!

This chapter is also currently unedited so if there's any misspellings or errors, I plan on coming back and fixing it at a later date.

I also want to take a moment and express my devastation over the loss of Kevin Conroy. While I didn't watch Batman: The Animated Series, I watched the Justice League Cartoon and have played all of the Batman Arkham games. I was so sad to hear of his passing on Friday. We lost a great man too soon. Rest in Peace, Kevin Conroy. You will be missed 3

Thx!

AMM