Hello everyone!
Here's the conclusion to last week's entry for WonderBat Wednesday. It's a bit spicy ;)
September 23. Wayne Residence. 13:03
Diana stood staring at the front door of Bruce's lake house, waiting for someone to answer the knock she had given a few moments ago. An hour ago, Bruce had sent her a text asking her to meet him here, no further explanation given. Her mind rushed, wandering over the possibilities of what Bruce's cryptic text had ment. Had he found something else regarding Steppenwolf or the mysterious figure they had seen in the portal? Had he discovered another incredible human, willing to join them in their fight to keep the world safe? She hadn't a clue, but the more she thought about it, the more she worried.
Diana raised her hand and knocked on the front door once more. "Bruce," she whined quietly, letting her hand fall to her back pocket. She had cut lunch with Petrov Kroskivsky, one of Gotham's finest historians, short after she had received Bruce's text. If he had stood her up, she was going to give him a piece of her mind, and maybe her fist.
She pulled her phone from her back pocket and unlocked it, quickly found Bruce's contact, and dialed his number. The door opened on the second ring, a familiar face smiling at her from inside the house.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Prince," Alfred greeted, his lips twisted in a genuine smile. He truly loved seeing Diana each and every time she stopped by, and the more he saw her, the more he hoped Bruce would take a hint and make the first move.
"Hello, Alfred," Diana said with a small smile. "It's always wonderful to see you."
Alfred's smile grew as he stepped aside and let Diana in the room, carefully shutting the door behind her. "I assure you, it's always a wonderful time when you grace us with your presence," he responded, glancing up toward the end of the room just in time to see Bruce turn the corner. "But here is Master Bruce," he said, motioning toward the younger man, before he reached up to grab his coat. "I must be off for now. Will you be joining us for dinner?"
"You know I could never turn down a meal from you, Alfred," Diana said, placing her phone into the front pocket of her jacket.
"Very well," Alfred replied. With that he opened the door, stepped outside, gave Bruce a warning glare, and closed the door.
"So I have something I'd like you to see," Bruce said, speaking for the first time since she had arrived at his place.
Diana turned to face Bruce and raised an eyebrow. "Should I be concerned?" she asked, a smirk on her face.
"We'll see," was all Bruce answered as he turned on his heel and turned the corner, glancing over his shoulder once to silently tell Diana to follow him.
Diana took his hint and followed him, turning the corner, stopping when she saw him open a door that led to a staircase. She followed Bruce down the staircase, letting each of her footsteps echo throughout the small corridor. "Where are we going?" Diana asked, watching as Bruce opened a door at the end of the staircase, letting the bright lights flood the dim stairwell. She had been in this house many times before, had explored his house multiple times, but she had never seen this part of the house.
Bruce stepped into the room and moved aside, letting Diana follow him in, before he let the door swing close. "Just a little escape," he said, flipping on the rest of the lights.
He watched as Diana turned to look throughout the room, her eyes wide as she took it all in. The room, which was underneath the main floor of his lake house, was stunning. On one end was a small bar, complete with Bruce's choices of top liquors. On one of the walls a large television was mounted. Beside the television was a large speaker playing a mix of the finest 80s tunes, filling the room with gentle basslines and lovely melodies. Across from the television were four massive recliners, each with their own tray beside them, perfect for drinks or snacks while indulging in a movie. But the best part of this room wasn't the large television, or fully stocked bar. No, the best part of the room was the large glass wall that overlooked part of Bruce's private lake.
"I didn't know this was here," Diana confessed, walking up to the glass wall. She admired the water, tilting her head as she realized that at the perfect angle you could see the old Wayne manor in the distance; it would be the base for their new team in the next coming months.
Bruce snuck up behind her and smirked. "No one does," he explained. "I have never brought anyone down here."
"Well to what do I deserve the honor?" Diana asked as she turned to face him. Her lips twisted into a small smirk as she watched him shrug his shoulders and walk toward the bar. She watched as he poured a glass of scotch for himself and a glass of red wine for her - he knew her all too well.
"Just a little thank you for all the hard work you've been putting in," he said as he made his way back to her, both glasses of alcohol in his hands. "I know having to get you to come back and forth from Paris hasn't been easy, and time consuming, but I couldn't do this without you."
He offered Diana the glass of wine, his lips curling into another smile when she accepted the glass and took a sip of the dark liquid. "Bruce," Diana began. She let her arms cross over her chest, the glass of wine against her chin as she began to think. "I'm betting you did not ask me to come over just so you could enjoy my company," she teased. "Not that I mind."
Bruce only chuckled as he took another sip of his scotch. "No," he answered. "I actually do have another reason for the visit. With that he flipped a switch near the wall, watching as a section of the floor opened up and a platform began to rise, bringing a table up into the center of the room.
"What's this?" Diana asked.
Bruce walked over to the table and placed his glass on the edge of the table, before he leaned down and pulled a few items that were attached to the side, and stood. "You said you never learned to play," he said jokingly, tossing Diana a pool cue.
Diana caught the cue in her free hand, careful not to let any of the wine spill on the floor, before she let out a sigh. This man had heard she had never learned to play pool, and instead of casually teaching her at the bar, where the equipment had been ready to be used, he had invited her into his private room to learn. She knew she should have been angry. She should have been angry that she had cut a lunch that could have helped the museum immensely, short. But as she stared down at him, watching as he pulled each of the billiard balls onto the surface of the table, she realized this was exactly what she had wanted. She wanted time with just him. Time to get to know him more. It didn't matter what they were doing.
"Bruce, you spoil me," Diana teased as she took another sip of her wine. She walked down to where the table stood, watching as Bruce arranged the billiard balls, forcing them into formation, before he lifted the triangle and clipped it under the table. "So what's the objective?" she asked as she placed her glass of wine beside Bruce's scotch and leaned against the back of one of the recliners.
"Essentially there are two different color balls," he explained. He pointed to one of the solid billiard balls and then switched to one of the striped billiard balls for emphasis. "Each player uses their pool cue," he said, lifting the large stick in his hand, "to hit the white ball, which forces one of the balls into any of the pockets." Bruce pointed to the solid black ball in the center of the formation and said, "The player who gets this into one of the pockets, after all their other balls have gone in, wins."
Diana stood there, her chin resting on the tip of her pool cue as she absorbed the simplified rules Bruce was giving her. It seemed simple enough, but something told her this was going to be a game of skill rather than pure luck. "I see," she finally answered, tilting her head to study the billiard balls in their triangle formation. "And how does one decide whether they are after the solid balls or the striped balls?"
Bruce grabbed a block of chalk off the corner of the table, coated his cue with the blue chalk, and smirked. "Like this," he said, leaning down toward the table, just low enough that his chin hovered just above the edge of the table, as his arms arranged themselves onto the table, aiming at the white cue ball. He took a deep breath, letting his lungs hold the air for a few moments, before he exhaled and jerked his arm ever so slightly.
Diana watched as Bruce's pool cue hit the white ball and launched it forward, letting it hit the triangle of balls in front of it, before the billiard balls exploded from their formation, rolling all over the table. The two watched as each ball continued to roll, waiting for each to stop, before Bruce pointed to the far left corner pocket just before the solid green number six fell in. "Looks like I'm solid, you're stripes," he said with another smirk. He moved around the table, keeping his eye on the solid blue ball near the right corner pocket as he crouched down and leveled his pool cue, taking another breath before he struck the white ball again, this time a lot more gentle than his original strike.
The white ball rolled forward and gently tapped the blue ball, forcing it to roll a couple of inches, but there was not nearly enough force to push it over the edge into the pocket. Bruce let out a sigh. He was rusty. "Seems someone doesn't have nearly enough skill as they think," Diana said with a giggle.
"Okay Ms. Perfect," Bruce said, turning to face the laughing Amazon. "Why don't you try it yourself."
He watched as Diana nodded and took a sip of wine, before replacing the glass on the edge of the table and moving toward him. She imitated his movements, chalking up her pool cue and stalking the white ball. When she was sure she had the right angle, she leaned closer to the table, placed the pool cue against the edge, and thrusted her cue toward the ball. Years of wielding weapons became her downfall as she struck the white ball with so much force it flew off the table toward the bar, smashing into the wall, taking victim one of Bruce's bottles of whiskey.
Bruce crouched down, raising a hand over his face, careful not to let the shards of glass that had come flying toward them near his eyes. When he was sure it was safe, he stood up and glanced at Diana, cheeks pink with embarrassment, her eyes avoiding his. "How about we give it one more try?" he asked, walking to the bar to retrieve the ball. When he reached the bar he carefully picked up the ball, inspected all sides to ensure it hadn't been chipped, and turned on his heel.
"You know, that was not a cheap bottle of whiskey," he commented as he placed the white cue ball back onto the table, shifting it to the right so that it was directly in front of the orange striped ball.
"Send me the bill," was all Diana said as she stripped off her coat, her range of movement limited by the leather.
Bruce only sighed. He watched as she laid her jacket over the back of one of the recliners and pushed her hair back, pulling the fake glasses she had worn during her meeting with Kroskivsky off her face and placing them atop her jacket. He watched as she gathered her hair into her hands, pulling it into a bun and securing it with a loose pen. He watched as her shoulders, which were bare in the top she had worn, flexed as she moved her arms, trying to understand how to move the cue, before she leaned down and positioned her arms. She attempted to move the cue once, twice, three times, but each time she could feel Bruce's eyes burning a hole in the back of her head. "Staring at me like that isn't going to make me go any quicker," she said over her shoulder as she stood and turned to face him.
"Here. Let me help you."
Bruce grabbed the pool cue out of her hand and walked up behind her, letting his chest hit her back, allowing himself a moment to breathe so she wouldn't be able to feel how hard his heart was beating, before he lowered the cue in front of her. "Bruce, I can-"
"Diana," he warned. He let her grab hold of the cue, moving his hands over hers so that he could help with her grip. "Each person has their own position they like," he said, moving her hands further from each other.
"And which position do you prefer, Bruce?" Diana teased. She felt him pause for a moment before he cleared his throat and continued.
"You're going to hold the cue in your dominant hand closer to the end," he said, moving her right hand closer to the end of the pool cue, letting it rest beside her hip. "With this hand," he began, grabbing her left hand and placing it on the table in front of the white cue ball, "place it like this, and let the cue rest right in the divot between the thumb and index finger." Bruce quickly adjusted Diana's fingers, showing her where to let the pool cue rest. "Now line up your targets. Get low, get eye level and strike with just enough power to go where you need it to. Nothing more, nothing less."
Diana listened to Bruce, his words falling over her as his hands lingered on her own. She shifted her hips, trying to avoid hitting him with the end of the cue as she raised it up, however she didn't realize just how close he was until she heard his breath catch in the back of his throat. Obviously being this close to her was affecting him just as much as it was affecting her. The only difference was she wasn't breathing on the back of his neck.
She carefully moved her pool cue forward, watching as it struck the white ball, launching it forward into the orange striped ball, which flew into the right center pocket with ease. "Good," Bruce said, his voice barely a whisper. "Now try again."
Diana took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to ground herself. Bruce was here trying to be a nice friend and teach her something she had confessed to not knowing. He didn't have to do all this for her. He didn't have to offer her a place to stay every time she came to Gotham. He didn't have to offer her a nice home cooked dinner every time she visited, or offer to let her use his jet everytime she flew over to discuss new plans for the team. He didn't have to do any of this, but he did, without fail. Maybe Clark was right. Maybe Bruce had feelings for her that surpassed the borders of friendship. Maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way about her as she did for him. And at that moment, it was the only question that seemed worth asking.
She quickly shifted once more, adjusting the cue in her hands as she aimed at the yellow striped ball in the far corner. She leaned closer to the table, trying to distract herself from the man behind her, his hand on her elbow, helping her adjust her aim. Her eyes closed once more when Bruce took a step to her right, his left hand falling to her hip as he tried to step further from her leaning body, trying to give them space.
"Bruce?"
"Hmm?" he answered, his brain frozen from the smell of her hair and the softness of her skin to form a coherent sentence.
"Why haven't you kissed me yet?"
Bruce froze. For months he had worried she would ask the question he dreaded most. He had told this woman some of his deepest secrets, deepest fears, but there was one question he never wanted her to ask: "why?" Why was he scared of pursuing anything with her? Why hadn't he made a move? What was wrong with her? The answer was simple. He was a coward, too afraid to ruin the one good thing that had come from all of this pain and suffering the last two years.
"I didn't realize you wanted that," he answered, avoiding the question altogether.
Diana only sighed and struck the white ball, letting her head drop before she could even see the yellow striped ball fall into the left center pocket. "I've given you plenty of opportunities," she replied, moving her focus to the purple striped ball nestled in the corner of the table.
Bruce nodded and let out a sigh. He knew there was no use lying to her. "I don't want to ruin what we have," he confessed, glancing over her shoulder as she tilted her head, trying to get a glimpse of his face. "You're much too good for me, Diana. I don't want you to settle for someone like me."
Diana quickly forgot about the game and turned to face Bruce. "You don't get to make that decision for me," she threatened, pushing a finger into his chest as she placed the pool cue on the floor, the game soon forgotten, their conversation of much more importance.
Bruce nodded, however he was still convinced this would end badly. "There have been too many people who have been hurt by me," he confessed, his head dropping in defeat. "I can't let you be one of them. I owe it to everyone. The world needs Wonder Woman. It doesn't need me."
Diana let out a sad sigh. She hated hearing Bruce talk about himself this way. He had done more for the world than they knew. He had risked his life on more than one occasion trying to stop Steppenwolf, not to mention the twenty years he had fought for Gotham prior to forming the team. He gave his all to everyone. He deserved a little bit of happiness himself.
"But I need you," Diana whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder to keep him from turning away. When she was sure he wasn't going to try and leave, she placed a hand on his chest, letting her fingers grip the fabric of his shirt, and held him close.
Bruce closed the small gap between them, trapping her between his body and the edge of the table. He watched her eyes as he pressed his body against hers, the need to make contact with her too great to ignore. When she didn't protest he raised a hand and cupped her cheek, praying he wasn't doing the wrong thing, before his lips crashed into hers.
Diana held onto him for dear life as their lips melded. Soon the need to taste each other took over, and Bruce, overcome with an urge he had tried to keep hidden for months, gripped Diana's waist and pulled her up onto the edge of the table, pushing his body to occupy the space between her dangling legs.
Diana welcomed his advances, wrapping her arm around his neck, pulling him closer, nipping his bottom lip to coax an even bigger primal response. Her legs wrapped around Bruce's waist, holding him close, pushing his pelvis into her. He let out a groan and pulled away, placing his head on Diana's shoulder as he tried to steady his dizzy mind. He wanted this, more than anything he wanted her. He just wanted her to know that if they did what was very much on both of their minds, there was no turning back. There was no pretending the late night conversations were innocent chats between two friends. There was no disguising the flirtatious banter and lustful looks given across the room. There was no way he would be able to pretend she was nothing more than a colleague.
"Bruce," Diana whispered. Her fingers began to trail down his chest, further and further until they met the waistband of his jeans.
He placed a kiss on her bare shoulder, gripping her arm in an attempt to stop the further torture her touch was giving him. "I'm not-"
"I know," Diana answered, stopping him from comparing himself to the only other man she had loved. "I know."
Bruce let out a sigh and nodded against her chest, placing a kiss on the base of her throat, eliciting a gasp from Diana, before he captured her lips once more, this time with a hunger that would not be satisfied until he had her fully. His hands skimmed down her torso, stopping at the hem of her shirt. His fingers gently grazed the smooth skin he found underneath as he began to lift the fabric up and off her body, breaking their kiss only to pull the shirt over her head and onto the floor.
Diana took the opportunity and pulled Bruce's shirt from his body, letting it join hers on the floor, before she pulled him closer, her bare chest against his as they fought for control. Diana's nails dug into Bruce's back as she urged him to continue his kisses, wanting to feel his lips on every inch of her skin. She gasped when he responded by gripping her ribs, his thumbs resting gently under the swell of her breasts, carefully caressing the soft skin.
"I want you," she whispered against his lips. "All of you."
Bruce nodded, kissed the corner of her mouth, and stepped back. He let his eyes roam the naked half of her body, clenching his jaw in an attempt not to come undone at the sight of her. It had been far too long he had gone without the touch of a woman, and even longer since he entertained someone he genuinely cared for. With most women it was all about sex. A quickie before bed, no intellectual conversation needed. But with Diana, he wanted to make sure it was different. He wanted to please her both sexually and emotionally.
He carefully unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped them, and pulled them down, kicking off his shoes as he discarded the remaining clothes from his body and let them join the ever growing pile on the floor. He watched as Diana's eyes drifted lower, settling on what had been uncomfortably pressing against his pants for the better part of twenty minutes.
Bruce watched as Diana's eyes darkened as she bit her bottom lip, deep in thought. Oh what he would've given to hear the thoughts running through her mind.
He stepped back to her, quickly letting his fingers help unzip her own pair of jeans, before he slid them down her legs, leaving her just as bare as he was.
"You're beautiful," he whispered as he bent his head down to gently pull her hardened nipple into his mouth.
Diana responded with a sharp gasp, gripping his hair with a moan as one of his hands went to her thigh, keeping her legs spread just enough for him to settle in between. He could feel the warmth coming from her body, the heat emanating from where she needed him the most. He wanted so badly to bury himself in her, make her his, but he had been dreaming about this moment for much longer than he wanted to admit to. He wanted to take his time. He wanted to taste her - every part of her.
He carefully lifted her and sat her on the edge of the table, his hand on her thigh moving closer to where he wanted to be most. He kissed across her chest, cautiously licking around her other nipple, a smirk on her face as he watched it harden. "Bruce," Diana audibly moaned. It only spurred him on more. The hand on her thigh inched closer to her center. His smirk grew when he heard Diana's breathing become more labored, anticipating when she would feel him in her. Never one to deny her anything, he carefully caressed her folds, pushing a finger into her, placing his lips over hers to swallow the moans that followed. He slowly pushed in another finger and began his carefully calculated thrusts, a groan falling from his lips as he watched her breathing begin to quicken.
He watched as her body tensed at the initial feeling, soon relaxing when he began to caress her thigh. Since Steve she had hardly been celibate, enjoying the company of a good man, and woman, but it had been nearly a century since she had been this intimate with someone she truly cared for. It was going to be a night of firsts. The thought alone excited her nearly as much as Bruce's mouth, which had begun to plant a trail of kisses from her lips down the valley between her breasts.
He let his lips hover over her chest, his eyes focused on the rising and falling of her chest as his fingers continued their thrusting, speeding up for a few moments, before slowing down, trying to find the perfect rhythm.
"You're such a tease, Bruce," Diana said between gasps, her eyes closing as she let her head fall, the pressure building.
Bruce only responded with another hard thrust of his fingers, watching as Diana bit her lip to keep herself from crying out. He smirked and adjusted his hips, letting himself brush up against the space his fingers occupied, his own lips clamping shut to stop a moan from filling the room. He quickly began to kiss his way down her body once more, quickening his descent as he neared her center. He wanted to know if she tasted as good as he had imagined during those lonely nights in bed. He wanted to know if she felt as amazing on his tongue as he had envisioned when he had pleasured himself in the shower.
He carefully removed his fingers from Diana, letting the pads of his fingers gently swipe the bundle of nerves near her opening, letting the moan she released into the room spur him on even more. He moved further down and looked up, his eyes locking on Diana's as his mouth closed around Diana's center. He let his tongue lick her once, twice, three times, his desire for her building with each sound that fell from her lips. Her head fell back and her body began to tighten, the all too familiar feeling building with each movement of Bruce's tongue.
"Oh gods," Diana moaned. Her hand grasped the edge of the table, trying to steady herself. What Bruce was doing to her body was indescribable. She never wanted it to end, but the way Bruce moved his tongue, as if he was a hungry animal, deprived of food for years, she knew it wouldn't be long before she came undone. "Bruce," Diana warned, "I don't know how much longer I can hold on."
Bruce pulled back from Diana and stood, his eyes meeting hers once more. Without a word, Bruce pushed Diana down onto the table, moving the billiard balls so she wouldn't lay on them, and gave her another smirk. "Then don't," was all he said as he reintroduced his fingers, letting them slide into her with ease, his smirk growing as she took a deep breath. He knelt down in front of Diana, using his other hand to hold Diana's hips down, before he placed his mouth back onto her. His tongue began to flick the bundle of nerves that would make her come undone quickly, his ears filling with her labored breathing and breathy moans. His fingers felt her body tightening and he knew it wouldn't be long. He sped up his thrusting, his tongue lapping up everything she gave him.
Diana took a sharp breath and closed her eyes. Her hand reached down to Bruce's head, her fingers tangling in his hair. She heard Bruce moan, the sound vibrating against her body, and it was all she needed to plummet over the cliff that had been rapidly building. Her muscles clenched around Bruce's fingers, her hips raising as she begged for more. She called Bruce's name, biting her bottom lip to keep her voice at a reasonable level.
Bruce continued his movements, letting her ride out her orgasm, slowing only when he felt her body begin to relax beneath him. "You are magnificent," Bruce whispered against her thigh, placing a kiss on her heated skin as he carefully pulled himself from her body.
Diana let out a content sigh and leaned up, her elbows resting on the edge of the table. "Wow," was all she could say as she looked him in the eye, a grin on her face as he continued to stare at her, his eyes still dark with desire. "Bruce that was amazing," she began, "but I was hoping I'd get more of you."
Bruce stood from his spot between her legs, letting his erection press against her pelvis. "I never said I was done," he teased. He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss, his teeth nipping her lip.
"I want you," Diana said, her voice barely a whisper.
Bruce moved his lips lower, his teeth gently grazing the flesh behind her left ear. He gently pushed himself into Diana, biting her shoulder to stifle a moan. The feeling of her around him was indescribable, much better than he had ever dreamed. "God, Diana," he said, his voice a breathy moan as he shifted and hooked her leg around his hip, angling her body in a way that pushed him even further than he had imagined.
"Don't you dare tease me," Diana said, her arms wrapping around Bruce's neck.
Bruce smirked as he pulled himself from Diana, thrusting back in, earning a gasp from the woman beneath him. "I would never," was his answer as he continued his thrusting, building a careful rhythm.
It wasn't long before the room was filled with moans and groans, the delicate sounds of their sexual tension finally culminating into bliss. Bruce continued his rhythm, changing every so often to grind his pelvis against Diana's, his brain memorizing the way her eyes closed each time she took a deep breath, a wave of pleasure washing over her.
"Bruce," Diana warned, her hands squeezing his bicep as he continued his movements. She could feel herself tightening, her body shaking as she tried to ride out the experience. She didn't know if this was going to be the only time she and Bruce experienced this, so she was going to do everything she could to make sure she made it a memorable time.
Bruce, on the other hand, was trying his hardest not to finish prematurely. Sure, he had been with dozens of women, and he had a very good idea of how to pleasure a woman, but Diana was different. The moment their bodies had connected, it had taken all of his concentration not to come undone.
Without a word, Bruce pulled away from Diana. He watched as she raised an eyebrow, confused as to what had just happened, before he grabbed her hips, and lifted her off the table, letting her feet gently land on the floor as he kissed her once more. He didn't answer her unspoken question when he pulled his lips from hers. Instead he turned her to face the table, pressing gently on her back as he ran his hand down her spine, his legs gently nudging her legs wider.
Diana finally understood what he was doing and turned her head to glance at him. She watched as he grasped himself and took a step toward her. He pushed himself into her, both of them gasping at the feeling. Diana closed her eyes and dipped her head down. Her hands gripped the edge of the table as Bruce's hands grasped her hips, pulling her back as he began to thrust forward.
He continued his thrusts, his fingers digging into Diana's hips as her body continued to clench around him. "Bruce," Diana called, her body shaking as he continued to move, not willing to stop until she came undone once more.
She threw her head back and gripped the table's edge tighter, cracking the wood as she came once more. "Yes," Bruce whispered into her ear, continuing to thrust as he joined her in his own orgasm.
His body tightened as he gave Diana all he had, pulling her close when he was done, letting himself hold his naked body against her bare back. He kept their bodies joined as he ran his hands up and down her arms, placing gentle kisses on the back of her neck and shoulders, wanting to memorize the feeling of her in his arms.
"That was amazing," Diana said, her voice weary, her body exhausted. Bruce nodded as he cautiously separated their bodies, grabbing his shirt from the pile on the floor and using it to clean off himself, before he pulled on his pants.
"I'm sorry I got a little rough," he said, bending down to pick up Diana's discarded clothes. "I got a little excited," he explained.
He watched as Diana turned to face him. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were dazed, trying to remember why it had taken them this long to do this in the first place. "I quite enjoyed it, Bruce," Diana said with a tired smirk. She grabbed the clothes he offered and pulled them on quickly, watching as he tossed his dirty shirt into the trash. She watched as he bent down to pick up the broken glasses on the ground neither of them had heard fall, a blush on her cheek as she looked at both the spilled alcohol pooling on the ground and the splintered wood of the table. "I'm sorry about the glasses, and the floor. And the table." She covered her face with her hands and let out a chuckle.
Bruce tossed the shards of glass into the trash bin and shrugged. "It's okay," he said. "I quite enjoyed it myself." He walked over to the bar and rinsed his hand in the sink, drying it on the towel hanging on the lower rack, before he added, "If I would've known this was how it was going to end up, I would've offered to teach you pool months ago."
Diana chuckled and pulled on her shoes. "No point in reveling in the past," she said as she walked to the bar. She let her hand caress his bare back, her nails gently scraping the flushed skin.
Bruce turned to Diana and offered her a crooked smile. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close, kissing her as she placed her arms around his neck.
The sound of someone clearing their throat at the door forced Bruce to pull away from Diana, their cheeks both crimson as they turned to face a grinning Alfred. "I just wanted to let the two of you know dinner will be ready in an hour."
Bruce smirked and buried his head in Diana's hair. He still felt like a teenager whenever Alfred caught him with a woman. "Thank you, Alfred. We'll be right up."
"Take your time," Alfred said, turning on his heel. "Just please make sure to lock the door so my innocent eyes are not tarnished." With that, Alfred climbed up the stairs, a smile on his face as he thought that maybe the Wayne name would not die with Bruce.
Bruce smiled against Diana's hair once more, letting the scent of her shampoo fill his nostrils, before he kissed the side of her head. "We do need to talk," he whispered, not wanting to ruin the moment.
Diana nodded. "We can talk over dinner," she whispered back. She dropped her arm and stepped toward the door. "And after, you can do everything you did to my body once more." She flashed a smirk over her shoulder and began to climb the stairs.
Bruce watched as he walked up the stairs and shook his head. This woman was going to be the death of him, but it was a death he welcomed with open arms.