A/N: Almost the entire chapter is sexy fun time to make up for the last few chapters!

Thx!

AMM


~Bruce's POV~

I groan as I feel myself slowly fade back into consciousness, the wisps of my dreams disappearing as I begin to wake up. Part of me longs to stay asleep, wanting to continue the dream but that's when I feel something on top of me. My heart kicks up a notch for a second before realizing that it's Diana. I crack my eyes open to see my wife sitting on top of me, nothing but her underwear on her body. I vaguely remember her stripping last night before climbing into bed with me but I was too tired to focus on anything except putting one foot in front of the other.

"Morning, baby," she whispers, leaning down to brush kisses along my neck. Without any prompting, I tilt my head ever so slightly, allowing her more access to the skin there. She hums in approval, latching on to suck a bruise against my pulse point, her body pressing fully against mine. I groan again, pushing my arms out in a half-assed excuse of a stretch before wrapping them around the divine beauty on top of me.

"Morning," I rasp back, eyes sliding closed as I allow her to continue lavishing kisses on my neck. Somehow, I manage to feel very well rested yet still exhausted at the same time, knowing that if Diana wasn't beginning to grind her hips against me and suck on my neck, I'd probably be falling back asleep right now. My eyes peek open again, glancing towards the clock and noticing it's already 11 in the afternoon. I know Diana turned off the alarm last night but I was too tired to care. I didn't have anything important on the agenda for today anyways.

My mind begins to drift off towards slumberland again when Diana gives a particularly rough nip to my neck partnered with a wicked twist of her hips, causing me to groan in response. My arms move from their positions wrapped around her to grab her hips, aiding in her movement against me.

"Did you sleep okay?" she asks after a few more minutes of decorating my neck with bruises.

"Mmhmm," is the only response she gets, causing her to giggle.

"I missed sleeping next to you," she whispers into my ear, nipping at my earlobe. "I missed your arms holding me close, your heartbeat echoing in my ear, your body wrapped around mine…." she trails off as her grinding becomes more urgent. "I missed you being inside of me." she admits breathlessly.

"Diana," I moan, hands moving to toy with the waistband of her underwear.

"I want you, Bruce," she pleads. "Can I have you?"

If I wasn't awake and hard before, I definitely am now.

"Anything you want, Princess," I promise her.

"You spoil me, Mr. Wayne," she lifts off of me to push my boxers off of my hips. She pushes them towards my knees and I'm able to kick them off the rest of the way. Before she has the chance to take her underwear off, I simply rip them off of her, enjoying the small squeal she releases at the sudden movement. "Bruce! I liked that pair!"

"I'll buy you another."

Diana sits back down, beginning to grind on me once more. I groan, enjoying the feeling but knowing it could be so much better. "Princess," I urged.

She only smirks and continues to grind, her face contorting beautifully as her movement quickens. However, as she slides back along my cock, a well-timed thrust of my hips slides me right into her.

The cry that leaves her throat nearly undoes me then and there but I hold out, feeling her shake and spasm around me as the sudden intrusion seems to have tipped her over the edge. I watch her as she continues to shake before her eyes meet mine and she braces herself with her hands on my chest. The only warning I have is a slight smirk before she begins to bounce. I groan again, hips twitching beneath her, eyes flitting between the sight of me disappearing into her, her breasts bouncing, and her eyes which continuously roll back into her head. My grip on her waist tightens, trying to dictate the speed.

However, Diana doesn't comply, instead choosing to widen her legs and drop down further on my dick, leaning forward to ride. It's my turn to roll my eyes back, the pleasure zipping up and down my spine a constant reminder that I haven't had her for almost a week. I feel a hand cup my jaw and my eyes roll forward to gaze half-lidded at her. She smirks, her hips rolling harshly against mine. "Does it feel good, baby?" she teases breathily.

"Mmhmm," I rumble, hands continuing to grip her tightly. She nods as if in agreement when her movements grow ragged and less coordinated, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.

"Mm, Bruce, oh gods," she falls over the edge once again, her hips never stopping as she chases her pleasure. I nearly lose it once more as she grips down tightly, her body doing everything it can to push me over the edge with her but I refuse. We've gone too long without each other for us to be done so soon.

I try to flip us over but Diana grips my shoulders and pushes me back down into the bed with a growl, causing my blood to rush that much hotter. "No, I'm staying on top. Let me take care of you." She says between gasps and I can't bring myself to fight her, hands trailing up and down her sides as she pushes herself up and leans back, bouncing once more, lifting herself almost all the way off, teasing me like she's about to pull completely off of me, before dropping back down and grinding against me. She repeats her bouncing and grinding pattern, losing her rhythm each time I groan or growl below her.

"You feel so good," she gasps, when I wrap my arms around her, pulling her back down onto my chest. I can feel her growing close once more and hold her down as I thrust up into her, wanting to push her over the edge again. It's an addictive torture, repeatedly bringing her to climax without allowing myself to follow. But I know I won't last much longer and I think Diana knows it.

She takes over once more, my legs dropping back against the mattress as she begins bouncing and grinding again, making sure to squeeze me everytime she drops all the way down. "Are you close?" she leans down to gasp into my ear, whining when I turn my head to suck at her neck, giving her hickies that I know match the ones she gave me.

"Yes," I groan on a particularly hard thrust down.

"You are?" she taunts, slowing her movement to an almost leisurely grind.

"Diana," I growled. I know she changed pace to possibly help me last longer but I'm growing too close.

"I want it," she grinds her clit against my pelvis. "I want you to finish inside of me."

"Diana," I groan again.

"Oh my gods, Bruce," she begins to twist on top of me, more than likely approaching her edge again. I definitely enjoy how sensitive she is. "I-I want you to fill me," she gasps. "It feels so good."

"Faster, Princess, please," I plead with her and she thankfully listens, leaning forward and pressing her hands into the pillows beside my head and rolling her hips quickly. "Yes," I groan.

"I want to make you finish, baby," she whimpers.

"Don't fucking stop, Princess, I'm close."

"I won't," she breathlessly promises. "I won't."

Diana's movements grow desperate, uneven and chasing. "It feels so good," she cries into the bedroom. She braces down on me and as she tightens, I tip over the edge and join her. I grit my teeth and groan loudly against her neck as I pull her down to be flush against me. She cries out against my neck before her teeth clamp down against the tendon that connects my shoulder to my neck causing me to groan at the mix of pleasure and pain. Her hips continue grinding, milking me for everything I'm worth before finally slowing to a stop. She pants against my chest and tries to catch her breath.

After a moment she withdraws from my neck and sits up, shaking her hips back and forth and smirking when I let out a quiet whine from the oversensitivity. I dig my fingers into her hips and she stops, slowly lowering back to me, her elbows resting just over my shoulders against the pillows, her fingers trailing lightly up the side of my face and behind my ears, tickling the hair on my neck. She shifts her hips slightly and I hiss, the oversensitivity still there but not as overwhelming now, a pinch of pleasure slipping back in.

She smirks again but it quickly turns into a softer smile as she looks down at me lovingly. She leans forward and begins to pepper kisses across my face, her lips teasing across my cheeks, my nose, my eyelids as they slide closed under her worship. My grip on her hips loosens, my fingers unconsciously beginning to draw figure eights on her soft skin.

After a few more moments of relishing in her gentle kisses, she nuzzles her nose with mine and presses little kisses against my lips.

"So," I speak up between kisses after a moment. "Someone turned-" kiss "-off my-" kiss "-alarm," the kisses freeze and my eyes open to see Diana staring down at me with wide eyes, like a deer in headlights. "I wonder how that happened." It's my turn to smirk up at her as her face flushes and her eyes dart away, trying to appear innocent. I dig my fingers into her ribs, Diana shrieking in laughter at having found her exact ticklish spot.

~Diana's POV~

Bruce doesn't tickle me for long, his fingers only digging into my sides for a minute or two before he resumes his infinity symbols on my waist. I settle back against him, making sure I'm still firmly seated in his lap. I internally squeeze him, biting my lip at the realization that he is ready to go once again. One of his hands leaves my waist to push a couple of strands behind my ear, his hand lingering to stroke along the side of my face, similar to what I was doing to him a moment ago. I reach up to take his hand, bringing to my mouth to press a kiss against his knuckles before securing it down by his head.

I slowly begin to rock against him once more, enjoying the quiet groan that resonates from the back of his throat. There's no rush or chase for pleasure, now, just slow movements as we enjoy being together. My other hand reaches forward to rest against his jaw, thumb tracing his lips as he looks up at me, love shining brightly in the cerulean. He presses a kiss against my thumb, his hand that still rests on my waist never ceasing its soothing motions, even as I begin to slowly rise and fall over him. My eyes flutter at the sensation, able to feel every detail of his length sliding in and out of me. His hand clenches around mine beside his head, conveying his pleasure.

"I love you," I whisper against his lips as I lean down to kiss him, releasing his hand to wrap my arms around his head.

His hands both move to encircle my waist, his hips beginning to flex up into me and meet my downwards movements, tongue slipping into my mouth to respond to my kiss.

"I love you," he whispers back when we break for a quick breath before diving back into each other.

Our lovemaking is slow, gentle, perfect. Reaffirming in our love and trust in each other.

A hand breaks away from around my waist to press against my lower back pushing me down onto him as he thrusts upwards, a cry falling from my lips and being muffled by his neck as his other hand comes up to hold the back of my head against his throat, hips beginning to thrust up quicker, harder. Each time our skin meets with a smack, a sound falls from my lips.

I'm mouthing at the skin of his throat when his grip tightens and the world spins. It takes me a moment to realize he's flipped us. I don't waste any time wrapping my legs around his waist and throwing my arms around his shoulders, feeling the muscles bunching and relaxing beneath my hands.

It's Bruce's turn to bury in my neck as he leisurely rolls his hips into mine, driving deep with each thrust. He presses soft kisses up and down the column of my neck, sucking a bruise beneath my ear as he goes.

"You feel so good," I sigh again, whining when his hips speed up ever so slightly. "So good." We continue with the slightly faster pace but I begin to grow desperate for something more. "More, baby," I groan into his ear. Bruce shifts and reaches for a pillow, lifting my hips to place it under me. The change in angle pulls a high pitched whine from my throat, allowing Bruce direct access to that magical spot deep inside.

"Bruce," I pant as he begins rolling his hips once more but with more of an aggressive thrust into me, pushing deeper. "Yes," I hiss, nails digging into the rippling muscles beneath my fingertips. Bruce growls into my neck as I dig in, hanging on as he aims to hit that spot with each snap of his hips. It's not long before my body begins to pull tight, pushing me towards the edge yet again. "I'm close."

"Me too," he groans, his hips moving even faster, beginning to chase for his own pleasure. A few thrusts later and his body locks up, each glorious muscle surrounding me tensing as he pulses deep inside, triggering my own release. My mouth won't close, cries and gasps of pleasure mixed with his name repeatedly falls from my lips.

Bruce continues to roll into me, his hips beginning to slow as he comes down from his high, catching his breath and pressing gentle kisses against my neck. "Never, ever, make me go so long without having you," I breathe into the room, Bruce chuckling quietly in response.

"If you insist," he pulls back to press a kiss to my forehead before slowly pulling away from me, eyes darkening slightly at the whine I release, hands trailing across his shoulders before dropping to the bed. My legs unwind from hips as well, flopping rather ungracefully to the bed. A knock at the door causes me to quickly grasp for the sheets, yanking them over my body, causing Bruce to chuckle again.

"Princess, you know he doesn't barge in," Bruce rolls his eyes affectionately before standing from the bed and bending over to grab his boxers off the spot on the floor. I sit up slightly in interest, admiring the fine curve of his backside when it's suddenly covered. My eyes trail up his spine before stopping at the angry red lines and droplets of blood slowly trailing the expanse of muscles. I bite my lip, partially in embarrassment and guilt for having drawn blood, but also in arousal to know that those lines are there from our passion. They wouldn't be there if it hadn't been so mind-blowingly amazing.

Bruce cracks the door open and I catch a few words from Alfred. "Mr. Fox," "Kyle," and "lawyer," are the only words I can clearly make out, the hair on the back of my neck rising at the knowledge that Selina is a part of their discussion.

"I'll head over in an hour, Alfred. Let Lucius know." Bruce closes the door and turns to look at me, guilt in his eyes.

"I have to head to the office for a little bit. But Alfred offered to take you to lunch and I can meet up with you afterwards." Bruce approaches the foot of the bed, dropping to a knee before crawling up the mattress towards me, eyes dropping to glance at the sheet I'm still clutching to my chest.

"Do you have to?" I question quietly, mentally kicking myself for asking in the first place. He wouldn't be going in if he didn't have to.

"It won't be for long, Princess. Lucius wants to talk about a couple upgrades to the Batmobile and I guess Selina is still trying to stir up drama."

"What do you mean? What is she doing?" I sit up, dropping the sheet and Bruce's eyes drop to follow it before coming back up to look at my chest. I smirk at his distraction, reaching out to tilt his chin up. "Bruce?"

He blinks before his eyes snap to mine then lower at being caught. "Uh, she's hanging around outside the building trying to talk her way inside with employees coming in or sneak in as people come out. I have to talk with security."

I sigh before nodding. "If you must." His lips meet my forehead for another kiss. "Just don't wear white," I mumble. At his confusion, I reach out, trailing a hand up his chest before moving up over his shoulder and to his shoulder blade, feeling my fingers slick across the blood. He offers no reaction to my fingers sliding across the scratches but as I bring my hand back in front of him, his eyes widen slightly.

"Let me clean these up for you," I offer before moving to stand from the bed, legs buckling beneath me. Bruce quickly reaches out to catch me, pulling me into his lap.

"Why don't you stay here for a few more minutes, Princess," he smirks into my neck and I can't decide whether to smack him for the smug tug of his lips or moan at being held against him.

My mother would be fuming if she knew how desperate I constantly am for this man, the whore he makes me.

Bruce lifts me from his lap, setting me back on the bed before standing and walking into the bathroom. I hear the water running before he reappears with a wet washcloth. He sits beside me but turns away, offering me the cloth and his back. I carefully wipe down the scratches, my fingers of my free hand trailing the path behind the warm cloth. Once finished, I press kisses to each scratch or raised scar, worshiping the evidence of the harm he has put himself in the way of. Well, and the proof of our love making.

"I have to get going, Princess, but let me know where to meet you and Alfred for lunch and I will be there as soon as I can possibly manage." He turns to look back at me, cupping my face to pull me in for a deep kiss before rising from the bed and disappearing back into the bathroom where I can hear the shower start.

After another moment or two, I test my legs again and while I feel like a newborn deer, I stumble into the closet to figure out what to wear.

Alfred and I sit at an outdoor cafe, sipping on coffee and chatting while we wait for Bruce. He texted his father-like figure that he was on his way about five minutes ago. We had been so busy talking and catching up that we hadn't even ordered our meal yet and decided we would wait for Bruce to arrive.

"I'm glad to see you two have worked things out." The older man comments, taking a sip from his cup.

"It's all thanks to you Alfred. I was so stubborn and Bruce suffered because of it. I hate that I doubted him, that I caused him to doubt himself." I look down at my drink, swirling a stirring straw around in it. Alfred reaches out a hand to pat my hand.

"Trust me, Mistress Diana, I believe my ward will survive. As long as you believe in him now, he will be okay," Alfred smiles and winks at me when I see his eyes flit over my shoulder.

"What am I surviving?" a voice asks from behind me before two hands land on my shoulders. I look up and smile as my husband leans down to press a kiss to my cheek before sitting between Alfred and myself, his hand moving to hold mine. I admire the fitted dark gray button up shirt he is wearing, the sleeves rolled casually to his elbows and the first few buttons undone.

"The stubbornness of your life partner," I flush at both of Alfred's terms.

"I am just as stubborn, so surely we level each other out."

"If you say so, Master Bruce," Alfred rolls his eyes affectionately before looking down at his menu. I go to do the same when I notice the amount of people around us looking between Bruce and I.

People at other tables, waitstaff, civilians walking past on the sidewalk are all watching our table with wide eyes. You would swear I was being proposed to or murdered. "Bruce," I squeeze his hand and he looks at me before following my eyes. He glances around before looking back down at his menu.

"They're wondering why you're sitting here with me when you're supposed to be hating my guts." He states evenly.

"Why would I-" I stop, realizing that the press hasn't gotten the full story yet. "Oh."

"Yes, 'oh,'"

"When will they know the truth?" Bruce holds up a wrist, looking at his watch before going back to looking at his menu.

"About any minute." Before I even have time to question his statement, the small TV propped in the corner of the bistro is cranked up and I can hear Bruce's voice echoing through the small speakers. Alfred and I both look up to watch.

"Mr. Wayne! When should we expect your funeral?"

"When I'm old."

"So Wonder Woman will help you raise the child?"

"What child are you referring to?"

"Please, Mr. Wayne, no need for the stupid act." The reporter just to the side of the camera snarks. "The child you are having with Miss Kyle."

Bruce perses his mouth to the side for a moment, seeming to consider before answering: "I don't believe I am having a child with Miss Kyle. I am a newly married man, Mr. Ryder. When my wife and I decide to have children, I am sure you will find a way to know."

"So you're denying Kyle's child is yours?"

"I have since this absurdity started." Bruce rolls his eyes, eyes cutting to the camera with a glare as it moves closer. At the reporter's obvious disbelief, Bruce clears his throat before looking at the reporter, stating to the man, "Selina Kyle is not carrying my child. The father of the child is Gavin Darnell, an ex-employee of Wayne Enterprises that was fired eleven weeks ago for attempting to steal and sell company secrets. Mr. Darnell and Miss Kyle were having this affair while I was away on my honeymoon. Not only is it not me, I was not even in Gotham at the time of the child's conceivement. There is proof of Mr. Darnell sneaking Miss Kyle into the building to have inappropriate affairs during business hours. I will no longer tolerate any mention of me being anything other than faithful to my wife." With that, Bruce pushes past the reporter who has turned to talk animatedly to the camera.

"So they'll leave us alone? They'll stop doubting you?"

"As long as you don't doubt me, Diana, I don't care what they think." I smile softly, pulling his hand to my mouth to press a kiss to his knuckles before lowering it back to the table to finally browse the menu when I freeze, suddenly remembering something.

"Alfred?"

"Yes, Mistress Diana?" The butler's eyes raise to meet mine.

"What's today's date?"

"The twenty-fifth of September, ma'am," I offer a panicked smile before squeezing Bruce's hand for his attention again.

"Baby?" I ask quietly.

"Yes, Princess?" He looks at me once more.

"I forgot we were invited to a gala tonight." Bruce blinks, not seeming to understand our predicament. "I said yes," I chuckle as my cheeks flush yet again.

Bruce takes a deep breath before nodding, offering me a reassuring smile. "Then I guess we have plans for the evening." I chuckle again, biting my lip. I don't have a dress and this is our first event together as a married couple, the day our first public "scandal" is debunked.


A/N: I just finished Batman Arkham Knight for the first time and was in desperate need of a "happy ending"-type situation. So, ta-da!

Thx!

AMM