A/N: So I don't this chapter isn't to terribly long either, probably similar length to the last chapter but sometimes you just have to enjoy what's around you before moving on to your next adventure!

P.S. Is it just me or do the songs, Yours If You Want It by Rascal Flatts and Just a Kiss by Lady Antebellum (If you haven't heard them, look them up) sound like something from Bruce's POV towards Diana? They were on the radio recently and I couldn't help but think of Bruce and Diana. Idk. Maybe it's just me.

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AMM

~Diana's POV~

July 28

I try to roll away from the blinding light but something is pressed snuggly against my back, preventing any major movement. That's when I realize it's the sun that's blinding me, filtering in through the open curtains we must've forgotten to close and that the solid thing behind me is Bruce, still asleep. I turn my head and look at him.

He's so peaceful and innocent in his sleep-that is, when he's not having nightmares. I gently slip out of Bruce's hold but it doesn't go unnoticed. Bruce's eyes slowly open and stare up at me as I stand from the bed, momentarily stretching before going into the bathroom. I strip of Bruce's shirt that I fell asleep in last night and step into the shower.

The warm water envelopes me as I go through the process of cleaning myself. I was having expecting Bruce to come in and join me but he never comes in.

I step out and wrap myself in a fluffy towel before moving to begin getting ready for the day. I'm not sure if Bruce has anything planned, I'd be fine with staying in bed with him all day but I'm sure Bruce didn't bring us out to this gorgeous island just to lounge around in bed.

I blow dry my hair then add a little extra curl before stepping out of the room. The bed is made, the curtains are opened more and a window has been cracked open. I see a deep midnight blue sundress that appears to get longer in back, tight around my chest and stomach with light blue and lavender flowers decorating the skirt. I pick of the dress before dropping my towel and sliding into it. I admire the flowy material as I walk around the room, towards my suitcase. I open it to find a pair of sandals with a slight wedge.

I slip the shoes on when Bruce comes into the room. His hands are stuffed into the pockets of his khaki shorts. He has a pale blue button up on with the sleeves rolled just under his elbows and….flip flops?

I go towards him, not hiding my confusion for his shoe choice. "Good morning," I tell him, leaning up slightly to kiss him. I pull away before it gets to heated.

"Good morning, Princess," he replies.

"I never pinned you for a flip flop person," I tell him, following him out of the room as he turns and leaves.

"What'd you think I'd wear at a beach? Sneakers? Cowboy boots?" I chuckle, seeing his point. I continue following him as we walk past the living room, Bruce grabbing keys off the coffee table. He grabs my hand and leads me out of the house, turning to lock the door before continuing on a path only he knows at the moment.

I finally figure out where Bruce is headed when the Jeep comes into view. He leads me to the passenger side and holds open a door for me. I kiss his cheek, whispering a 'thank you' before climbing in. Bruce jogs to the driver side, starting the Jeep and backing away from the house. He turns and we go back down the road we came up yesterday. I look around at all the greenery and wild life surrounding the path. Bruce finally pulls out from under the canopy of trees and we drive past a runway for airplanes and piece together that must've been where we landed.

Bruce drives past the runway and towards the colorful buildings I would assume are the actual town of Symi. The closer we get to the town, the trees and greenery begin to lessen and the ground gets drier, almost cracked like this part of the island never gets rain.

Bruce slows as we get closer and closer to town. The houses and buildings here are so colorful, ranging from blue to yellow to orange and red. We drive past boat ports, many impressive boats floating gently in the water. People mill around, laughing, smiling, in bright colors to match the buildings.

"Do you have a boat?" I ask Bruce.

"I do and I would've had it moved here but it would've taken to long by the time I remembered all the nice places to dock."

"We'll have to stay on you boat at some point." I tell him, smiling.

"It's not big like these ones. These could fit multiple families. Mine only has three bedrooms so not nearly big enough. Just enough for Alfred and I with an extra bedroom in case we need it for something." Bruce shrugs.

He parks the jeep in a restaurant parking lot before climbing out. I climb out myself and grab Bruce's hand, thinking he's going to lead us into the restaurant but instead starts walking down the sidewalk.

For the rest of the morning, we go sightseeing. We take a small tour on a boat of some of the more popular beaches and then go and pay our respects, even though we didn't know any of the people buried there, at the Symi War Memorial. We go into little shops and we get little souvenirs. Then Bruce takes us back towards the Jeep. I put my bags inside before leading us to the restaurant we're parked in front of. I read the sign hanging over the door. Taverna O Harris.

"Their seafood is incredible," Bruce whispers as a waiter comes to seat us.

She leads us to a small booth up against the wall, placing our menus in front of us. "Γειά σου! Το όνομά μου είναι ο Geena και θα είμαι ο σερβιτόρος σας σήμερα! (Hello! My name is Geena and I will be your waiter today)" Being used to hearing English, I forget we are in Greece momentarily and am stunned to hear this woman speak Greek. I'm even more surprised when Bruce responds.

"Καλό απόγευμα, (Good afternoon)" Bruce replies.

"Τι μπορώ να σας πιάσω, (What can I get you to drink)" Bruce looks to me.

"Απλά παρακαλώ νερό, (Just water please)" I tell her.

She nods before looking at Bruce. "Θα κάνω το ίδιο, (I will do the same)"

Geena excuses herself to go get the drinks. "I didn't know you spoke Greek," I comment once we're alone.

"I know multiple languages, Princess," Bruce assures me.

"How many?"

"25/26? Something around there, possibly more. When traveling the world for, uh, personal reasons," so in other words, training to be the Batman, "I learned many languages. I hardly spoke English those two years."

I nod before turning my gaze to look at the menu. There are many things here I wouldn't mind trying. "What are you getting?" I ask Bruce when Geena comes over with our water.

"Εδώ είσαι. Είστε έτοιμος να παραγγείλετε? (Here you are. Are you ready to order?)"

"Τι θα συνιστούσατε? (What would you recommend)" Bruce asks her.

"Τα θαλασσινά σπαγγέτι με αστακό είναι καλό, τα γεμιστά καλαμάρι και το μαύρο ριζότο μας είναι πολύ καλό και αρκετά δημοφιλές. Καλό ορεκτικά είναι οι γεμιστές ντομάτες και οι πιπεριές είναι επίσης καλές και αν δεν σας αρέσουν τα θαλασσινά, το αρνί με πατάτες και ψητά κρέατα είναι πολύ καλό. (Seafood spaghetti with lobster is good, stuffed calamari and our black cuttlefish risotto is very good and quite popular. Good appetizers are stuffed tomatoes and peppers and if you do not like seafood, lamb with potatoes and roasted meat is also very good)" She suggests. Bruce looks to me and I stare back for a moment before looking to Geena.

"Θα δοκιμάσω τα θαλασσινά σπαγγέτι με αστακό, όπως συνέστησε. (I will try seafood spaghetti with lobster, as recommended)"

"Εντάξει και για σας, κύριε? (Εντάξει και για εσάς, κύριε)"

"Θα κάνω το μαύρο ρύζι σας σουπιάς και θα κάνουμε ένα ορεκτικό, τις γεμιστές ντομάτες και τις πιπεριές. (I will take your black cuttlefish risotto and we'll do an appetizer, the stuffed tomatoes and peppers)" Bruce orders. Geena nods and takes the menus.

"I guess I never realized how bilingual you are," I tell him. Bruce just shrugs and nods. Our peppers and tomatoes come and they're very good but nothing compared to the main course. The spaghetti is to die for and Bruce lets me try a bite of his risotto and it's just as good. Bruce asks if I want any dessert but I'm full so when Geena asks, Bruce kindly declines, fishing a couple fifties from his wallet and putting then on the table for the bill then handing another one to Geena before ushering me out of the restaurant.

I wrap myself around Bruce's arm and press my head to his shoulder for the short walk to the car. Bruce holds open my door and I climb in. He goes around and climbs into the drivers seat before returning to the house.

I change into a white bikini with blue designs and head out to the beach. Bruce follows me down with his computer bag, claiming he at least needs to check in. I shrug, only intending on tanning once at the small beach.

Bruce hands me a towel and I lay it on the ground. I lie down when something cold hits my back. I gasp in surprise.

"You'll burn if you don't put sunscreen on." I'd completely forgotten about putting sunscreen on. Bruce unties the back of my top and presses the lotion into my back and then down my arms, the back of my neck, and the back of my legs before retying my top. I close my eyes and lie that way for what feels like hours.

"You should probably flip over, Princess," Bruce whispers. I flip over and gasp again when cold cream meets my skin. Bruce massages the cream in once more, just on the other side of my body. He massages it on my chest, above my bikini top and then up to my shoulders. He travels down my arms then moves to my legs before backing away. Realizing I don't want to have an odd tan, I strip of my bathing suit, knowing no one is on this beach or will be on this beach except Bruce and I.

Another gasp is released into the air but this time it's not from me. I put my hand out after stripping and feel for the sunscreen. I stick out my arm in Bruce's direction. I hear rustling from his direction when the bottle is taken from me and more cold lotion is applied to my warm skin. Bruce takes his time massaging the lotion into my breasts. He leans down and kisses me. I kiss back when Bruce pulls away and goes back to his computer when it starts beeping.

"What is that, baby?" I ask him.

"There's someone trying to hack into the company. They're failing, but still causing a mess. The person just walked into a trap Lucius and I have been working on." Bruce explains. I open my eyes and see the intense concentration in his eyes and the determined set of his jaw.

"What does this trap of yours do?" I ask curiously.

"It locks the hacker into a program where they can't escape while a tracking service is running."

"And how long will that take?" I ask, an idea forming in my mind if this will take awhile.

"Could take anywhere from thirty minutes to the next 3, even 4, hours." Bruce says absentmindedly still typing away at his computer. I stand up and watch Bruce's eyes flicker towards me. He shakes his head slightly, almost like a twitch, and returns his gaze to his laptop.

"Bruce," I whisper as I come closer.

"Mm," is all he says in response.

"Bruce," I whisper again, taking his laptop away from under his still typing fingers.

"Hey-" He cuts off as I sit sideway on his lap.

"Baby, I need something and you're the only one I will allow to do it," I murmur into his ear. Bruce's eyes meet mine, a dark blue instead of the normal cobalt color.

"And what might that be, Princess?" he rasps.

"Relief," I tell him. Bruce immediately gets the message, bringing his hands to my body and trailing them down my torso. His hands slip between my legs, one separating them further, the other going straight for what I want. Bruce's hand fervently massages my more intimate area. I gasp, slightly turning away from him so I can press my back to his chest. My head goes back to his shoulder as he begins to press and rub harder.

My hips begin rubbing in them with his fingers when one is suddenly buried deep inside me. I gasp, my hand flying down to cover his and press harder. Another finger joins the mix and soon I'm riding both of Bruce's fingers. I feel myself coming closer to the edge when I rock back violently, Bruce groaning in my ear. That's when I remember he probably wouldn't mind some release either so I reluctantly pull his hand from me. I turn around, unbuttoning his shirt quickly before ripping it from his shoulders and tossing it aside to my forgotten towel. I then raise from the chair just enough for Bruce to be able to shimmy his shorts off. I remove his sunglasses from his eyes and toss them aside as well before sitting back down in his lap.

"Princess," Bruce grounds out.

"Mm," I moan back, leaning forward and kissing his jaw.

Bruce's hands go under me and lift me up just enough to be able to slide into me. I stop kissing his jaw and my forehead falls to his shoulder. My hands wrap around to the back of Bruce's neck to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck as I begin rocking back and forth.

Bruce lets out a sharp breath, his hands moving to my ribs to help me move. I quickly find that I need it faster so I begin to move quicker in Bruce's lap. He leans forward and wraps his lips around one of my breasts, making my head fall back as he perks my nipple, making it red and hard before switching to the twin and repeating the process. When he finishes with my breasts, his hands move up to cup my neck and bring me down to him for a kiss.

My tongue worms it's way into Bruce's mouth before he has the chance to do anything and we fight for dominance while are lower bodies move in sync. Bruce wraps his arms around my middle, holding me closer as our kiss ceases. I move into Bruce harder, trying to reach the edge.

Bruce suddenly stops my movements, urging me to stand up and turn around. I do when his hands grab me and yank me back onto his lap. He slips back inside me and we begin again except this time, Bruce's hand has found a comfortable spot at the apex of my thighs.

I move quicker and harder into Bruce's member and his pleasuring fingers. I lean back on Bruce; my head going to his shoulder once more except my chest is now displayed to the sunlight. Bruce's fingers leave me for a second and squeeze me tightly to him, thrusting his hips up before bringing his finger back. My hands go back into his hair as he presses kisses to my neck. I grind with his thrusting, feeling myself near the edge that I want to nosedive so badly off of.

Bruce seems to understand that, pressing harder and faster against my sensitive bundle of nerves.

"I'm almost there," I whimper out and Bruce's efforts double. I'm tossed off the edge, into the abyss of pleasure. "Oh Gods!" I practically scream out. "Huh, oh," I continue moaning as Bruce continues, slowing only for a couple seconds.

Bruce brings his hand away from me and grabs tightly at my hips before moving to press into my stomach, effectively bringing him deep back inside me. I scream out again, my nerves unused to the treatment of so much pleasure just to start again.

I quickly climb off Bruce and turn back around to face him, sitting in his lap and reinserting him. Bruce moans out, obviously getting closer to the edge.

I start bouncing, no longer just rocking but bouncing on him. His hands come under and help me bounce, lifting me. Bruce's grip is rough but I don't care. I stop bouncing for a minute, sliding back and forth again, just to try and catch my breath a little before I go back to bouncing, loving the look that washes over Bruce's face at the surprise of me changing back.

Bruce moves his hands to roughly grip my hips and speed of my bouncing, his hips thrusting up harder to try and reach his own release. I'm just about to sail over the edge when I feel Bruce's release and that shoves me over the edge with him. I cling to him as he continues thrusting up into me, trying to make it last forever, slowing down as we come down from our high.

"How'd that work for release, Princess?" Bruce's asks smugly, knowing I'm to tuckered out to say anything. I hope I can work on my stamina. I want to last longer for myself and for him.

"I guess it'll have to do for now," I eventually reply.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Bruce had gone to kissing my neck, abruptly stopping.

"Well, just that, what we just did, will have to tide me over until you get us back up to the house," I tease, my tongue flicking out to flick at his ear lobe. I feel Bruce hardening and know that I'm in for another mind-blowing round the second we get back to the house if we don't end up going at it again down here on the beach.

A/N: So I honestly was not originally planning on doing a lemon towards the end but oh well. I liked all the Greek at the top but before you go thinking I know Greek, I don't. Google Translate is my friend and I just copied what it said and pasted it here. Tee hee.

Thx!

AMM