"Would you like to shower together?" Lex asked her some time later, when their afterglow started to fade into morning stretches and rumbling bellies.

"Sure," Steph said with a small blush. Not that she had anything left to blush about, really, after everything they'd done since she'd arrived last night - not to mention at the gala - but showering together was kind of intimate, ok? When it was the kind of showering that was literally for getting clean instead of getting off. Lex smiled warmly at her.

"I'll order breakfast now and it should be here by the time we're dressed," he said, pulling out his phone, and Steph nodded in easy agreement. She wasn't really surprised that Lex ordered all his food in. Seriously, if she was rich? She'd do the same.

Eating take-out all the time probably wouldn't be a good way to raise their kid, though. Steph hid an amused smile as she got out of bed and padded to the bathroom, wondering if Lex even knew how to cook and if he'd be willing to learn.

Well.

She actually had a pretty strong feeling that Lex would be more than willing to do exactly anything that Steph asked of him in relation to her and their baby - and that thought was so altogether wonderful that Steph had to wrap her arms around her stomach to hug herself and her growing bun in cozy delight.

"We have a good baby daddy," Steph whispered to her little companion, not even realizing until a full minute later that she'd fully believed her words and conveniently erased the little super-villain problem from her mind.

Shit.

"It's not actually that difficult to turn on," Lex said, coming into the bathroom and mistaking Steph's perturbed face for confusion over his freakin billionaired electronic gizmo'd surround jet shower cube of water waste. He reached past Steph and tapped a single waterproof button and… nothing happened.

"It preheats the water before it comes on so it wastes less," Lex said easily. "Saves it to my preferred temperature and pressure settings, too." Yeah. As if showering under twenty different spouts mimicking an Amazon waterfall really saved water any way you sliced it. But -

"We can set up a profile for you, too, once you have time to experiment with the different settings," Lex smiled at Steph. Goddammit, even when he was being a rich douche with his over the top toys, he was still so sweet.

"Oh, shit. Do you have shampoo?" Steph suddenly asked Lex in embarrassed horror as he led her into the still-charging shower. She had figured when she was packing for the weekend that he'd let her use his shower supplies, plus she hadn't had any travel sizes at home, so she hadn't brought anything with her except deodorant and her toothbrush, preferring to travel light. But … Bald head, Steph. Oops.

"I do," Lex surprised her by saying, motioning to the indented shelf in the glass shower wall that had - huh. Paul Mitchell salon products. Way more expensive than the bargain priced Suave brand that Steph got from the grocery store. "I had an assistant run out and get some for you while you were on your way, in case you needed them," Lex said with a small amount of well-deserved pride and satisfaction.

God, he was just too -

"Mmf," Lex let out a happy whuff of surprised air when Steph flung her arms around him in a tight hug. "You're welcome," he chuckled into her ear, pressing a kiss onto it for good measure just as the shower clicked on and warm water rained down on them from all sides.

And, ok.

It was a freakin insane waste of water. But damn, Lex's shower felt good.

"You like?" Lex asked, taking in Steph's obviously enthralled face.

"I hate myself, but yes," Steph groaned, laughing as she lifted her hands to slick back her hair.

"Can I wash it for you?" Lex asked hesitantly. Steph looked up and caught a slightly vulnerable but eager look on his face that she was pretty damn sure had nothing to do with hair envy.

"Yeah," Steph said softly, clearing her throat as she blushed a little deeper. Lex's face creased into warm delight.

"You might have to coach me how," he chuckled while reaching for the bottle of shampoo.

"Well, start with rubbing a good sized dollop over my head and then work it down the long ends," Steph instructed as she turned around, internally squeeing at the cuteness of teaching Lex Luthor how to shampoo hair. "And then go back and give me a scalp massage with it," she said, "so it really works into the roots."

"A massage, hm?" Lex teased in a sexy voice, and oh, even before the massage part, having someone else rubbing shampooed hands over her head was freaking lovely, Steph acknowledged with a melty sigh as she relaxed into Lex's touch.

She hardly ever got her hair cut, preferring to wait until the split ends were really bad in order to save money. Tim would pay for her to go to a fancy salon, she was sure, but Steph felt weird taking money for luxuries from him when B was already paying for her college and her apartment via a sneakily arranged Wayne Foundation scholarship that even gave her a stipend for her living expenses. She got by with only two or three Hair Cuttery hair cuts a year and it was fine.

But that meant that she rarely got to enjoy the delicious feeling of having someone else wash her hair, so when Lex did start massaging her scalp, it was Steph who let out the little mmf of delight this time.

"Like that, baby?" Lex asked in a growl that Steph was quite sure only stayed barely on this side of tender instead of sexy because they'd literally just fucked. But still, Steph added the shower to a mental list of ways to fuck Lex before the weekend ended. (Oh. Shit. She was making a list. Well. They hadn't fucked in the bathtub yet either and it had jets. Come on. She had to live it up while she could, before her super-villain dream daddy fantasy came crashing down around her Bat-ears.)

"Mm-hm," Steph wantonly murmured, sighing more audibly as Lex's strong fingers dug into her scalp, eliciting shivers and little moans and sexy noises as he worked tiny circles over sensitive nerve endings.

"You know," Lex breathed into her ear as his fingers slid lower, massaging her neck and shoulders now, "just because I can't come again so soon doesn't mean you can't."

"Don't tempt me," Steph giggled as she allowed Lex to tip her head back and wash the shampoo out. "You still have to do the conditioner."

"Is that right?" Lex smirked into her smiling face.

"Yep," Steph grinned.

"I believe I can handle giving you a second scalp massage," Lex gravely mused, "but I can't speak for my hands. They may wander," he teased.

"Technically the conditioner needs a few minutes to soak in and work," Steph informed him. "Plenty of time to apply body wash." Lex's smile grew.

Steph was very thoroughly washed by the time they got out of the shower. She mindlessly hummed the happy little tune that felt like it was thrumming through her veins as she got dressed, all her cells singing in delight. Being Batgirl was damn hard on her body and her hookups were fairly infrequent - kind of like her haircuts, mostly occurring when she couldn't stand it anymore - so Steph had almost forgotten what a fucking fabulous muscle relaxer a good orgasm could be.

Especially when they came back to back to back. God, Lex was good to her.

It won't last, the tiny voice of reason in her brain whispered, but Steph shoved that down. It would last for the weekend, dammit, so for now? She'd take it.


A/N - More to come! Comments are always much appreciated.

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