A/N: So I'm not going to make excuses about my absence but will say that writers block is a terrible thing. So is surgery. But it gives me a reason to sit around and do nothing but force myself to write. Also, I honestly can't remember the scene where Diana is in the room and Bruce just happens to show up. I can't for the life of me remember how that goes but that's probably because the drugs from the surgery haven't worn off completely yet. Oh well. We'll just go with whatever I end up putting down.
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AMM
~Diana's POV~
"Wake up, Princess," I hear as something, or someone, shakes me gently. When I still don't open my eyes, I feel kisses being pressed against my cheek then forehead as the lips trail across my face before going to my neck. I offer more of my neck to the attacker but then fingers are trailing across my sides and I burst out laughing as I'm tickled mercilessly.
"Bruce!" I shriek and that's when he stops but I can feel him still leaning over me, ready to launch another attack on my ribs. I peek one eyelid open and glance up at my husband. My heart still jumps at the thought and the word. He's smirking down at me. I roll my eyes as the other one opens up.
"Morning," he greets as he leans down and presses a kiss to my lips. One of my hands thread itself in his hair but he pulls away to soon and I'm left wanting. I whimper pathetically as Bruce gets off the bed. I hear him chuckle as he walks out of the room. That's when I remember we're leaving Symi today and heading home. This past week and a half has been incredible, but short. Bruce was romantic and attentive, so sweet and caring. He showed me the side that I've always known was there but he just refuses to believe in.
Then there were all the times we were intimate. Gods, that man is so amazing in every aspect.
I eventually crawl out of bed when I smell coffee. I grab a shirt off the ground and make my way towards the kitchen where the smell is strongest. Bruce is sitting at the counter looking at his phone with a cup in his hand and another cup sitting next to him.
I approach and take the extra cup, kissing Bruce on the cheek in a silent thank you. I see his lips tip up in the corners before I make my way back to the bedroom. I head to the bathroom and take a quick shower before slipping into a simple white blouse and jean capris. Then I pull my hair up into a ponytail and step into these cute white sandals I got in town a couple days ago. Bruce made sure we knew Symi like the back of our hands before we left the town for the last time, at least for now.
I double check the bathroom and the bedroom that I have everything. I check under all furniture, in the bedcovers, in the drawers, for anything. Bruce and I have gotten wild and I want to be sure. I slide my wedding ring on my finger before leaving the room with my suitcase in tow. I finish my cup of coffee and then rinse it out and clean it thoroughly before placing it back on the shelf.
Bruce is pacing outside as he talks animatedly on his phone. "No! We're pressing charges! Lucius, I know. You want to protect the kid but he tried stealing designs for-" Bruce sighs as I step out the front door as quietly as I can. Bruce still looks over his shoulder at me and tries to give me a smile but I can hear a voice on the other end speaking and the semi-smile that doesn't reach my husband's eyes disappears. "Lucius, please listen. I understand you feel hurt and you want to give this kid another chance but you've told me that this wouldn't be the first time you've caught him snooping or trying to steal something. Those plans are worth billions to some people and could cost us twice as much. We have to press charges or he's just going to try again."
Bruce sighs once more, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Yes, Lucius, I do understand. This is how I felt with Harvey. When I found out what he'd become after that accident, I was hurt, always wanting to give him a chance to fix his mistakes, to back out of whatever he was doing or about to do but when he kept making the wrong choice, I had to accept that this is what he was choosing to do and choosing to become. This is the same thing for Isaac. I'm sorry Lucius. I really am. But either you tell him the news and go to the cops to press charges or I will and you know I won't be as nice about it. Goodbye, Lucius." Bruce hangs up his phone before turning it all the way off and shoving it in his pocket.
He then turns towards me and grabs my bags, smiling at me though it still doesn't reach his eyes. "Come, Princess. We don't want to miss the plane." I follow after him, turning to look at the house once more before following Bruce down the multiple sets of steps. We eventually reach the jeep and Bruce hauls my things into the back next to his before he opens the door for me to allow me to climb in but not before pressing a kiss to my forehead. He then goes around and climbs in behind the wheel before driving away.
I reach over and trail my fingers down his arm till I reach his hand. His hand releases the wheel and takes mine, bringing my fingertips to his lips as he presses kisses against them before settling our joint hands in my lap.
My heart saddens as I see the airport up ahead. I don't feel ready to go back to normal life just yet. I still want to enjoy time with Bruce. It's honestly been kind of nice not worrying about the Justice League calling for Bruce or I and it was nice until the last day or so of no one really bothering Bruce from work.
Yesterday he found out that one of the newer employees has been trying to steal Wayne Enterprises ideas and that Lucius had been covering for him as this hadn't been his first attempt. Bruce was furious at first, more so at Lucius who hadn't told Bruce and covered for this employee instead. But after having time to cool down, Bruce called Lucius back last night to have a more calm conversation.
Lucius still seems to be trying to convince Bruce to give the worker another chance but Bruce isn't ready to budge. I wouldn't either.
We park the Jeep before climbing out, Bruce insisting on taking care of all of the baggage. He brings it all over to the workers standing around. Bruce then grabs my hand and pulls me after him up the stairs of the plane. He sits in the same seat he'd been in when we first flew here and I take my same seat, curling up against him.
"Alright, Princess. We'll be on the plane for a while again so you can go back to sleep if you'd like or-"
"I'm very content just sitting here curled up against you, Bruce. If I fall asleep, then I fall asleep. If I don't, then I don't." Bruce says nothing in response but settles back against the seat as the pilot comes over the intercom announcing takeoff and to buckle in though neither Bruce nor I do.
I eventually end up falling asleep but am rather surprised that when I wake up to the Pilot announcing that we'll be landing soon, that we've haven't been flying as long as last time and it's still light outside. I look to Bruce who is staring out the window across from us but looks down at me when I stir. He smiles softly but says nothing as we land at an airport.
I look out and see a blue, white, and red striped flag waving from the top of a building. When the pilot says we're good to exit the plane, Bruce waits for me to move away and then stands. I stand as well and stretch before slipping my sandals back on and following Bruce off the plane. I look around once outside and am even more confused. Where are we now? This isn't Gotham. A slick, silver car sits at the bottom of the staircase and people are loading the trunk with our belongings but they aren't the same bags from Symi.
"Bruce, where are we? And those aren't our bags from Symi," I whisper to him as he directs me towards the car, smirking as he opens my door but it's on the opposite side. I sit inside and watch as Bruce tips the men helping before climbing in the car himself.
"I think you'll figure out where we are soon enough, Princess," is the only response I get as Bruce squeals away from the airport. We race through the countryside before I see a large city ahead. As we get closer, I see a familiar and very popular tourist attraction. I turn towards Bruce and I watch a smile start to form on his lips.
"No way!" I shout as we draw closer. "You didn't!" I turn back to look at the now looming city. "I can't believe you brought us to Paris!" I shout.
"You didn't think our honeymoon would only be a week and a half long, did you?" He asks. I look away. "Princess, if it were up to me, our honeymoon would never end." I look to him and lean over to press a kiss to his cheek but then lean back and look around. I see people bustling by on the sidewalks and the congested traffic. I see the Eiffel Tower looming in the distance along with the shops and bakeries lining the streets. "Besides, isn't Paris supposed to be the City of Love? As cheesy as that is, I want to be here with the woman I love to celebrate our love." He leans over this time and kisses me at a stop light but then pulls away when the light turns green and someone honks behind us since Bruce didn't move immediately. He drives further into town before pulling up in front of a very familiar building.
"Look who's wanting to take a trip down memory lane?" I tease as I stare up at the building. I climb out of the car before Bruce can round the corner to help me out. I walk towards the door and then look behind me to see Bruce watching intently as he leans against the car, waiting to see what I'll do. That's when I smirk and blow him a kiss before lifting off the ground and flying up to land on the balcony to the penthouse suite. I glance down and see Bruce shake his head before grabbing our stuff and taking it inside after locking the car. I open the French doors and walk into the familiar bedroom. I glance around, smiling as I see how familiar it looks.
I hear the front door open and turn to see all of our bags sitting in the entryway but Bruce isn't there. Then I hear a soft thud of someone landing on the balcony behind me and I feel myself smile before I turn to look at who it is. I see Bruce walking into the bedroom from the balcony, staring at me like he's ready to pin me to the bed and keep me there for our whole time here. Not like I would object, though.
Before he has the chance to pin me down to the bed, however, I slip into the bathroom and quickly step out of my pants then my panties before slipping my pants back on. I waad the underwear up in my hands, my 'Officially Mrs. Wayne' underwear from the bachelor/bachelorette party and exit the bathroom. Bruce immediately looks to me as I saunter up to him. I press on his chest until his legs his the bed. He sits down and I lean down with him, kissing him passionately before pulling back.
"I need to make a quick errand," I whisper in his ear. "While I'm gone, think of these," I shove the underwear in his hands before dashing for the balcony and jumping over the side. I gently land on my feet but not before I hear Bruce growl at what I assume is the message on the underwear. I quickly take off for the lingerie store down the street and step inside, immediately seeing the section I need and going straight towards it.
I quickly buy what I want and then step out of the store, walking briskly back towards the car. I throw the bag in the back and grab the lingerie I want before ascending up to the balcony. Bruce is sitting on the bed where I left him except his shoes are kicked off and his hands are clenched tight around my underwear. I dash for the bathroom once more before he nearly catches me. I get the door closed just in time and then change as fast as I can into the bright red bra and matching underwear. I look in the mirror and take my hair from the ponytail, messing my hair up slightly before opening the door to my dear husband.
The gasp that comes from his throat when he sees me is enough to make any insecurities that were trying to sneak into the back of my mind disappear. I walk up to him, swaying my hips and grab his hands, pulling him up. My underwear falls from his hands, completely forgotten. I reach for the hem of his grey t-shirt and pull up, grateful when he puts his arms above his head to help. But then he grabs my hips and spins me away so my back is against his chest. One hand cups my left breast while the other slides down between my legs where he teasingly passes his fingers over my most sensitive spot.
He presses kisses to my shoulder before bringing his hand from between my thighs to cup my other breast. He then begins to knead them both and my hips naturally grind back against him. He brings one hand away to push a bra strap down from my shoulder then does the same on the other side before he pulls down the cups of my bra, exposing my nipples to the air. I tilt my head back to kiss him before it rolls to his shoulder as he massages and pinches my nipples.
Before I even realize it, my bra is gone and my underwear is being shoved down off my hips. Bruce presses a few more kisses to my shoulder before he spins me and shoves me back on the bed. The moment I land, he's falling down on top of me and attaching himself to my clit.
One of my legs goes over his shoulder when he grabs my hips to keep me in place. He immediately begins sucking fervently, pulling back one hand to work one finger and then another into my weeping slit. My hands find his hair and I hold on for dear life, afraid I might pass out at the sudden onslaught of pleasure.
I moan loudly as his fingers pick up speed and his sucking becomes harder but all that falls out of recognition as Bruce finds that magical spot. He rubs over it forcefully and sends me headfirst into an amazing climax. "Bruce!" I moan loudly.
While I'm still coming down from my high, Bruce climbs up behind me, having lost his jeans and boxers at some point. Still to out of it, I don't really realize what he's doing when he lifts my leg and suddenly thrusts into me. I cry out again at the pleasure.
He begins thrusting, reaching around me to grab one of my breasts while he pressed more kisses to my shoulder. I lean my head back to kiss him, in a way of trying to keep myself quiet since every move he makes causes one sound or another to escape my throat. But his wild kisses don't keep any of my noise in as I become unresponsive to the kisses, my head falling back.
Bruce begins to move faster and I'm suddenly thrown off the cliff once more. I shout incoherent words as Bruce rolls us over, him going onto his back as he moves me to be on top of him. Then he lifts up my hips and begins thrusting again. My hands go behind me to rest on his chest for support as I cry out yet again. I bounce with his thrusts and try to remain conscious from the overload on my system. Right before I'm thrown into my next orgasm, Bruce pushes me up and off of him, turning me onto my back before climbing on top of me.
The moment he's back in, he's going crazy. His speed is so fast and his thrusts are so powerful I'm surprised my pelvis isn't breaking but then I feel the moment we both go over the edge. Bruce gasps and leans down, pressing his forehead to the juncture between my neck and shoulder and I scream into his ear. He continues thrusting but slows as we both start to come down. He rolls off me but I don't allow him to pull out as I climb on top of him.
"Mmmm," I moan out as we bask in the afterglow of our rather intense lovemaking. "That's a really good way to start the second part of our honeymoon."
"Absolutely," Bruce agrees. "Want me to order room service?"
"Mm, later. Not right now." I wiggle my hips a little and Bruce groans before quieting.
"I love you," I whisper.
"I love you more," he whispers back.
"That's not possible."
"Anything seems possible when I'm with you," he replies.
My heart jumps before I respond. "I thought you weren't into the cheesy romance stuff?" I tease.
"Ah, we're in Paris. I can let it fly here," I chuckle to his response.
A/N: So, that wasn't to bad. I think it actually went rather well. Oh yeah, lemon.
Thx!
AMM
