Chapter 2

It was nearly seven in the morning. He would need to be going soon. He needed to catch the nine o'clock train to Baltimore, but right now he didn't want to move. He just wanted to stay here and watch her breath, her body gently rising and falling beneath the bed sheets. His breathing fell in sync with hers, making him feel for a moment that they could be a single being.

It had been almost a year since that night on the roof top at Gotham U when his life took a fortunate turn. He had found love. True love. The kind of love that wakes you in the middle of the night with shivers like a nightmare, only instead of a nightmare it's the most extreme sense of happiness and desire. When he was near her, it was often difficult for him to sit still, except for moments like these when he didn't want to do anything to ruin the most perfect stillness. Usually he would feel himself fill with nervous energy and a want he had never before known. Nothing ever quelled that want and desire; the only thing that even came close was the act of making love, but the effects of that would wear off (although each time he swore he could never be brought down from the high it gave him). It was then that he would marvel at the fact that something as perfect as she could and did exist. It defied all the forms of logic and science he knew of.

He felt her stir and for a moment he was afraid he had woken her in spite of trying his hardest to stay still. She moved closer to him, settled and smiled. She still slept.

He didn't want to leave her this morning. It was so hard to leave in the mornings when they were curled up next to each other like this. But he had a class that very afternoon and if he didn't catch the train he wouldn't make it in time. He would have skipped it, too, if it weren't such a crucial course.

Moments later he felt fingers scratching at his stomach and sliding to his hip, giving him goose bumps.

"Good morning," she whispered breathlessly in his ear before gently biting it. One of his hands went to her back while the other tangled in her hair. She moved her hand to a similar place in his hair but soon took hold his chin and neck, gently turning his head in a direction than allowed her to kiss the place where his neck met his jaw. Running her thumb across his lips as she did this, he breathed deeply and closed his eyes. He clasped his hand with the one at his hip.

"Isobel," he sighed and smiled. "You make it so hard to go when you do this."

"Then stay," she replied, playfully tugging at his hair and nipping his neck.

"You know I can't."

"You could if you went to GU."

He groaned. They had had this discussion before. She had been trying to get him to transfer back to Gotham University, into its School of Medicine, since the day he started classes at Johns Hoppkins. His eyes opened again and he looked her in the eye, lovingly cupping her face. "I can't do that."

"You mean you won't do that."

"That's not what I said." His body flinched as she lightly when she brushed her fingers across his abdomen again. "Why do you do that? You know it tickles."

"Because," she said, smiling sweetly as her hand moved lower. "It gets you to do this." Her hand rested on his growing hardness. She straddled his legs and started stroking his member. His hands grabbed onto her hips with a little bit of force and did all he could to keep himself from bucking into her touch. He saw what she was trying to do but tried to ignore it and instead concentrate on massaging her breasts. "Baby, won't you transfer?" she moaned.

He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes again. "The medical program at Gotham isn't half as good as the one at Hoppkiiihh…" His last word was lost when she twisted her hand at the head of his shaft.

"That's not true. People only think that because all of Gotham's best students go to places like Hoppkins."

It was true. Anyone smart enough to make it into medical school was also smart enough to find away out of the scum bucket that was Gotham City. Jonathan had been trying to escape the city for most of his life. The medical school at GU was excellent; she was right. But, even if she was wrong, she would have been right. Anything she said could be true, so long as her hands kept stroking him.

"Transfer?" she asked again, pouting.

He groaned and rolled his head back. "I can't."

"Please?" She kissed the corner of his mouth.

"No," he said, meeting her lips for a real kiss.

"Transfer." She pulled extra hard on him.

"Uhn." He bucked into her hand. "No," he managed to say, pulling her back into their kiss.

"Baby, please." She rubbed her thumb across the slit at the head of his cock, brushing aside the precum.

"Mmm," was the only audible sound that came from him.

"You like that?"

"Yes," he responded breathlessly.

She ran the palm of her other hand along the underside of his member then gently ran two fingers over the patch of skin between the base of his cock and his anus, then rubbed hard against the base of his shaft. "How about that?"

"Yes," he said again, in the same voice as before. He felt the surging pull of energy coming from his core, signaling his approaching climax, when suddenly she pulled her hands away. He grabbed one of her wrists tightly and gave her a dark look. "Finish it, Isobel."

Putting her other hand on the back of his head she leaned in and pulled him into a kiss. "Or what?" she asked when they parted.

He made his voice as menacing as possible. "I'll make you."

His tone was one that would have intimidated anyone else, but it made her giggle. "That's so cute. You'd never force me."

He let go of her wrist and clasped her hand, defeated. She was right. "Then why are you trying to force me to transfer?" he whined.

"I'm not forcing you." She unclasped her hand from his and cupped his balls. "I'm just asking you to transfer." She massaged and squeezed them gently.

"Uhh, you fucking law students and your semantics."

"What about us fucking law students?"

"You never know when to give up." At this, she began pumping him at a fast pace. He felt it coming and squeezed his eyes shut. She had leaned her forehead against his and kissed the bridge of his nose. It was too much to bear. Spasticly, he clutched at the small of her back and her shoulder blades.

"Darling, open your eyes."

He was afraid to, but he did anyway.

There were her eyes. Her sinfully beautiful brown eyes.

"Do you like it when I do this to you?"

"Yes," he gasped.

"Will you cum for me"

"Yes…" His voice weakly trailed off. He was so close.

"What was that?"

"Yes!" he said a bit more loudly, the word laced in desperation.

She whispered to him. "Will you transfer for me?"

No. he thought. No, I will not. But then he looked into her eyes. In his vulnerable position and in the face of those beautiful eyes, he could only say one thing.

"Yes."

She naughtily grinned and using both her hands, pulled his climax from him.

His vision went white then he saw stars. Then he saw that his milky cum was all over his stomach. She was rubbing it in, massaging his abdomen. His senses were still so overloaded, he didn't even register that it tickled. He slumped down, lying on his back with only his head and neck supported by the pillows, panting.

He pulled her to be straddling his stomach. She slid up his body easily, his stomach made slick by the cum. He rubbed her thighs as he caught his breath. As he regained his breath, his hands slid up her sides, massaging her body as he went. He rubbed circles into her breasts with his thumbs until he felt satisfied by their tenderness. Then he rubbed each of her perfectly erect nipples.

"Jonathan," she sighed. "I know you weren't being serious before." He didn't respond as he cupped her breasts in his hands and squeezed. She leaned into his touch without hesitation. "You should go. You're going to miss your train." Without warning, he sat up and latched his lips onto one of her nipples. A gasp came from her lungs and she tangled her hands in his hair. He smiled at her sighs and little sounds of pleasure. It made him quite content. He then switched to her other nipple.

When he finished, he kissed her sweetly on the lips.

"You know I can't deny you anything," he said.

He lay back down and bent his legs, putting his feet flat on the bed.

"Lean back," he told her. She did, resting her back against his thighs. His eyes darkened. "Open for me." She spread her legs slowly, a demure look on her face, despite her position. He pulled her closer so that she sat just below his ribs and carefully he spread her folds, bearing her clit then blowing on it. He saw her twist the sheets in her fists and bite her bottom lip.

"You like that?" His tone was serious, but the smirk on his face was clearly cocky and getting back at her for earlier.

"Mmm-hmm," she said, barely nodding her head, her eyes closed.

He reached out and rubbed his thumb against it. She gasped and rocked her hips forward into his touch. "How about that?"

"Yes," she sighed.

He continued rubbing her clit in every different way he could imagine, once again getting harder and harder as he watched her writhe and moan above him. In the few moments before she came, their eyes met and somehow his universe came down a few notches and he was the most amazed he had ever been. He felt her thigh muscles clench and unclench several times before she threw her head back. Letting out a short but powerful cry, she came. He continued to rub her insides until the spasming contractions subsided and she place her hands on his shoulders, panting.

After a few moments of regaining her breath she ran her hands up the back of his neck and buried her hands in his hair, pulling him to her for a fierce kiss which he responded to equally fiercely. He could feel the wetness of her cum on his chest and it only fueled his ferocity. He sat up slightly, sliding her body down his own to place her in his lap, and pulled her flush against him, never once breaking the kiss. After a few minutes they parted their lips and stared at each other. She was the first to speak.

"You look so beautiful like this." She began to run her hands through his hair.

This comment caught him a little off guard and made him feel a little self concious. "Men can't be beautiful," he calmly responded.

"Yes they can. You certainly are." She continued to play with his hair and stroke his face with her fingers. "Your lips are all swollen from kissing me, your eyes are darker and your hair is a mess. You look the way sex should look. You smell the way sex should smell. You are such a beautiful man."

He blushed and laughed quietly.

"You're going at blush at that?" she teased. "I should be blushing after that display. What about the massive hard-on I'm sitting on, are you going to blush at that?"

"We'll see who blushes," he said as he rolled them onto their sides, "When this massive hard-on is inside you."

Pulling her leg higher over his hip, he entered her without warning. Her arms squeezed him tightly and let out a high pitched yelp when he buried himself nearly to the hilt. There he stayed still for a few moments, allowing himself to be wrapped in the tight warmth. He began to thrust shallowly into her, barely moving any part of his body except his hips. His hand ran slowly along her side and he kissed her with tenderness. She cradled his face in her hands, also moving her hips slightly, wrapping her leg a bit more tightly around his hip with each of his thrusts. The dizzying force was coming again and he rolled her onto her back so that he was positioned above her and increased the pace. Their bodies were pressed close together and he put nearly his full weight on her. At this, she let out a simultaneous gasp and moan, gripping onto his shoulder blades.

When their love making ended they lay still on their sides, their bodies tangled, hands clasped. He kissed her forehead. It tasted of her salty sweat. Her eyes were closed in a restful manner, but he felt the need to disrupt this quiet moment. It was very important.

"Love?" He was always a little afraid to say it. He worried she might not respond to it one day.

"Yes?"

"I can submit a transfer application for the next semester. The deadline is in two months."

She took his face in her hands and kissed him with exhaustion and satisfaction. In a voice of ecstasy, she exclaimed, "I love this man. How did he come to be mine?"

"Who are you talking to?"

"Everyone who's listening."

He smiled at her silliness and softly laughed. Suddenly he realized how tired now he was. Checking the clock, he groaned, but went back to her, pushing one of his legs between hers and wrapping his arms around her. He buried his face in her neck.

"What about your train?" she asked.

"I can catch the next one if I go straight to class from the station."

"I love you..." was the last thing he heard before falling into a light slumber.