A/N: I'm not going to make excuses for my absence. Just hoping to be able to get back into writing but we'll see how that goes, I guess. zxSo here is the next chapter! Oh, and Lemon Warning (you shouldn't be surprised)
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~Bruce's POV~
I wake up to the love of my life pressed into my side sleeping soundly. I glance around the room and remember that we're in Paris now. The shock on Diana's face yesterday when she figured out that there is no way in hell I'm ending the honeymoon after only a week and a half, makes me love her even more. I glance at the clock on the bedside table and decide I should probably get up.
I carefully move out from under Diana and go to our bags still standing in the doorway. I pull clothes out of my bag and then a dress out of Diana's bag. I leave any undergarments she may choose to wear-or not wear- and shoes to her. I then step into the bathroom and start the shower, slipping in and quickly washing up. I reach to turn the shower off when I hear the door creak open to the bathroom and then the shower door.
Diana is trying to be silent but is failing epically. I turn to her right as she goes to wrap her arms around my waist. She catches me right before I turn around fully to face her so her still naked body from last night is pushed flush against my side. After a short nap, we ordered room service and then made love again. I had cleared away the food and Diana attacked me, pulling me back into the bed. We were completely tuckered out after a few more rounds when we passed out for good.
"Good morning, Mr. Wayne," she purrs seductively, rubbing her body against the side of mine like a cat in heat. But Diana isn't some ordinary house cat; she's an intricate, delicate hunter with a sleek design, built for stamina and resilience.
"Good morning, Mrs. Wayne," I return, trying to keep myself focused as I continued to shampoo my head.
Not seeming to like that I didn't immediately stop washing myself to pay attention to her, her smirk turns into a scowl and she forcefully rakes her nails down my side. I hiss and swell to full attention as I glance down and watch droplets of blood form from the rather deep scratches. Not that I mind, the heady mix of pain and pleasure screws with my brain. I look to her and see her smirk has returned as she glances up at me, not missing how my hands have stopped halfway over my head, arms raised and body fully exposed. Her fingers literally tip toe up my chest, flicking at a nipple and causing me to gasp before continuing upward, only stopping once they reach my head and push my hands aside. My arms fall back to my sides uselessly while Diana begins to massage the shampoo into my scalp.
I groan and my eyes fall closed as her nails rake over my scalp and through my hair, rubbing more then washing but it still feels good. My head tips back and she slides around to my front, lips latching onto my neck. Attaching below my jaw, she begins to suck and nip, making my breathing pick up and a breathy sigh escape my parted lips.
"Does that feel good, Brucie?" she asks into my neck.
"Mmhmm," I reply, ignoring the awful nickname.
"Mmm, good. " she whispers before moving down slightly and sucking another spot onto my neck. Growling, I pull her hands from my hair and her head from my neck before attaching our lips together passionately. Her arms flail for a second before wrapping around the back of my neck and pulling me closer to her. We kiss for a few moments before I spin her away from me and pull her backwards, pressing my chest into her back and gritting my teeth as the soap dripping from my hair mixes with the spray from the shower and gets in the scratches. Instead of focusing on it, I lower my mouth to Diana's shoulder, kissing a line from the ball of the joint all the way up to her pulse point.
She puts a hand behind my head and the other on the frosted glass door as I return the favor of sucking hickies onto her neck. I move her to face the door so the spray can reach her as well while my hands slide to her breasts and down between her legs. My fingers rub against her as she grinds back into me, both hands now on the shower wall with her back arched, head against my shoulder and ass against my groin. The rubbing and grinding only last a few moments though before Diana was panting for more.
"Br-Bruce, in me, I-I want-in r-right n-no-ow-ooh," the words, of course, went straight through me like a jolt of electricity, hardwired to the hard equipment down below. Unable to deny such a request, I pull my hand away from her to line myself up, wasting no time in pushing into her from behind. Her upper body falls forward against the now-fogged glass. I thrust slowly, carefully, knowing she's unused to this position and somewhat aware that the floor is slick beneath us.
Her knees buckle together and I wrap my arms around her, groping at her chest while holding her up at the same time. I press open mouth kisses to her neck when she tries to turn in my hold. She's not turning around, but turning to the side, reaching for the seat at the other end of the stall, her hands resting against it as she makes herself more available and visible to me. The change in position also allows me to pick up my pace.
I feel her fall apart around me, surprising me as I hadn't felt the impending climax from her. I don't let it sway me though as I continue pumping before pulling out and dropping to my knees, spinning her back towards me as I lean towards her, pushing a finger in while sucking on that little bundle of nerves.
It doesn't take long to wring two more orgasms from her before I stand again, having backed myself down from the ledge, and slip back into her. I pick her up, and knowing she's flexible, I pin her thighs to the wall beside her and choose a harsher, faster pace. She screams in my ear, the sound echoing off the bathroom walls. Her arms wrap around my shoulders, clinging tightly to me. She's undeniably tighter like this and the water is scalding against my spine, creating a heady mix.
This time, I feel her tighten and her whines grow louder and take the unmistakable hints, peeling her from the wall and shutting the shower off as I step out, holding her to me.
"Wha-Bruce?" she questions as I pull her from the edge at my brisk halt.
I walk her to the bathroom counter, unfolding the towel resting there before gently setting her down on it. She unfolds her legs from around my hips and raises them, resting her feet on the counter and opening herself wide for me. I appreciate the view for a moment before I line myself back up and slowly push into her, teasing her with only my tip. She whines at me, lifting her hips in frustration.
"Bruuuccceeee," she groans as I continue to thrust shallowly but when I finally sink all the way in, her head tips back, a Greek praise falling from her lips. Her hips rise and fall with my movements for a moment or two before her feet collapse from underneath her, sliding off the edge of the counter and wrapping back around my waist. I brace myself on the counter beside her hips and thrust harder, her body rocking with my movements, breasts bouncing tantalizingly. My head falls to her shoulder as she grips me appreciatively, my lips pressing sloppy kisses anywhere they meet her skin.
My hips move on their own accord, losing any rhythm I may have had as I near my own release. Diana's whole body quivers as she climaxes again, her tightening walls and pleasured screams finally pushing me over. I growl in her ear as I pull her to me, holding her close as I spill into her.
"Shit, Diana. Fuck," my forehead falls to hers and we pant against each other as we come down from our shared high.
"Mmmm. I say we just stay in all day and do this." Diana purrs into my ear as her hips roll against mine, triggering a spasm to flood my system from the sensitivity and a groan from the back of my throat.
"As much as I'd love to, Princess, I have made plans for us today."
"Hmm, I'm not sure if I should be excited or stubborn," she digs her nails into my shoulder blades and smiles into my neck as I grip her hips to try and ground myself from floating off again.
"Excited," I suggest. "You can be stubborn later." I unwrap her legs from around me and step away, sliding out of her and relishing in her gasp. I turn and leave, hearing her slip off the counter and follow me. Dressing, I leave the bedroom and head out to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee and pour Diana one while I'm there.
"So, if you're not going to let us stay inside and ravage each other all day, what are we going to do, Mr. Wayne?" She really seems to like the idea of using my-our last name and I have to admit that I like it as well.
"Well, how much have you actually seen of Paris?"
"Not as much as I'd like. I've glimpsed the Eiffel Tower, gone to some boutiques and quaint little restaurants."
I nod and put my empty cup in the sink before grabbing the car keys off the counter and opening the door for Diana. She smiles and walks past me. I follow after her and we drive in comfortable silence, watching the world around us. I park in front of the tower. There are a million people around, surging as a crowd. I grab Diana's hand, leading the way.
"Have you been here before?" Diana asks, standing next to me when I stop to look up.
"No, not really. I've only seen it from a distance. I'm usually working when I'm here," I reply.
"Would you like to go up?" I ask but Diana surprisingly shakes her head.
"I'm so used to being up high that sometimes I like the break of looking at things from the ground." I purse my lips, never having thought about it that way.
Diana takes the camera I had stowed in the car and takes pictures. Lots of pictures. She seemed to be avoiding taking pictures of me but it was almost like she couldn't help it eventually. She turns the camera on me and circles around me as I simply stand there, watching her. She mumbles something but I don't hear what as she snaps more pictures. I playfully push the camera out of my face.
"Stop taking pictures of me. Let's get out of here." Diana giggles and skips after me as I turn and walk away. She slows to a walk beside me and we stroll the street, taking in the sights. We walk to Napoleon's tomb and Diana takes more pictures.
We stop in a small café for a bite to eat before heading back to the car. "I plan on taking you to a few other places while here but you seemed so adamant about staying in that I thought we'd head back early.
"Ooh, wise choice," she whispers before lifting up into the sky and flying away, leaving me to drive the car back to the apartment by myself. She's gonna pay for that little stunt.
A/N: So, I'm deleting that "idea" chapter but wanted to put it here in case anyone didn't read it. I love the Batman Arkham series and think it would be really cool to incorporate into this series. So, let me know if you would be for or against that idea.
