Chapter 18
Author: I can't believe it took me ~1 year to get this next chapter out. I apologize *SO MUCH*. I am deeply appreciative of everyone who has stuck with this story and have reached out :) You definitely helped me know that there are folks still interested in this story! THANK YOU. I hope everyone has been doing well considering the state of the world. Please be safe! Thank you to those that have reached out in message and reviews; YOU are the reason why I keep going with this story :)
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After Bane and Myra made their way onto the plane and were seated behind the pilot cockpit, an awkward silence settled between them. The sound of the plane's engines turning on and revving up caused loud vibrations throughout the plane which masked the sound of Myra's hands as they fidgeted in her lap. Her wringing hands emulated the complex vortex of emotions she was feeling; discomfort, anxiety and relief as she replayed and reflected the events that just transpired on the tarmac with Bane and Talia:
Do I not provide for you? Care for you? Do I not make attempts at alleviating any cognitive load off your dainty spoiled shoulders so that you may have more time to think about sweet and lovely things?
Myra's eyes darted to the side towards Bane as his words replayed in her mind, finding it difficult to agree with his sentiment about having an abundance of time to think about 'sweet and lovely things'. This certainly didn't feel sweet and lovely. She quickly looked away before he noticed her studying him.
Do I not listen to you, regardless of how absurd or petulant your concerns may be? Do you feel ignored? Am I not adequate enough for you? Don't you think I know I'm far from perfect but I at least try to make reasonable sacrifices for you?
Myra's eyes flickered sideways to look at him once again, this time to gauge his demeanor. To say he was annoyed when he spoke to her on the tarmac would be an understatement, and she was unsure if Bane still was holding onto that annoyance. She quickly looked away when she spotted the unmistakable protrusion of a vein on the side of his head; a physical reflection of his lingering irritation.
Myra eventually took to craning her neck inward towards the window so that she could press her nose against the glass to divert her attention away from him. She could sense Bane's eyes had shifted slowly towards her. She didn't care to immediately start discussing the matter that was still lingering on both of their minds, so she made a point of ignoring his gaze on her. It was undoubtedly one of the more difficult things an individual could do; Ignore Bane.
Bane kept still and quiet as he watched her for several long moments. His focus eventually steered to the front towards the cockpit after observing Myra's very pointed display of aversion. They both sat in silence as the plane lurched forward to jet along the runway before taking off into the air.
Once in the air, Bane unlatched his seatbelt and moved to the front of the plane to sit in the co-pilot's chair next to Steve the pilot. Myra shifted her attention to Bane as he made this move to the front, watching as he and the pilot engaged in a muffled conversation that Myra couldn't quite understand due to the deafening sound of the plane's engines. Her attention shifted back towards her window to stare at the clouds that were overtaking the visible scenery, the plane's engine roaring continued to overpower all other noises in the contained space. The gentle vibrating hum of the engine caused her to lose focus and time.
Myra startled when she suddenly felt a touch at her elbow. She spun her head around to see Bane seated next to her, his body leaned forward towards her so that she could hear him properly over the loud auditory rumbling of the plane's engine. Unsure of what the state of his mood was, she was understandably tense and rigid while she waited for him to speak.
"We shall reach our destination in approximately two hours time," he informed her casually and good-naturedly.
Myra just stared at him, adjusting to the fact that he wasn't going to immediately start berating her with a verbal tirade or chastisement. She then slowly began to realize that she wasn't even sure where their destination was or whether she was supposed to offer an opinion regarding that timeframe. She didn't even know they were going on a 'trip' up until only a few hours prior. In all honesty, her mind was still preoccupied with Talia and their encounter on the tarmac and less-so on any excitement at the prospect of the declared arrival at their supposed destination.
Bane simply stared back, his eyes traveling over her features expectantly. Myra eventually gave a gentle nod before turning her attention back towards the window, assuming he would return back to the cockpit after delivering her this information. She was startled when she suddenly felt her hand being engulfed by a much larger one. She looked down in her lap to see her hand fully entrapped by Bane's, his hand providing a delicate squeeze. Myra stared at their hands before raising her eyes to his hesitantly.
Silence existed between them for several long moments as their eyes locked before Bane finally spoke, satisfied when she maintained eye contact, even if he could detect she did so reluctantly.
"I'm very proud of you," Bane said simply, leaning forward as if anticipating any response from Myra would be muffled, indiscernible, or quiet, requiring him to be close if he had any hopes of capturing it.
Myra silently stared, her lips working together furiously in moderate discomfort for a brief moment, redness creeping into her face. She eventually bit down on her lip in uncertainty and shyness. The eye contact they had maintained started to waver before breaking as she peered down into her lap.
She hadn't anticipated this from him. If anything, she was almost anticipating a moderate amount of scolding for wasting his time, energy, and patience on the tarmac. For forcing him to have to explain himself. For goading him into manhandling his precious Tahlia. For yelling at him and insisting this wasn't the life I wanted.
She continued working her lips before offering a reply.
"...you are? Why?" Myra said quietly. Shyly. Skeptically.
The skin at the corner of Bane's eyes creased minimally, indicating a very faint smile behind his mask due to the humor he found in her reaction. He gazed at her in a knowing way as he let the silence settle between them for a brief moment. He brought his free hand up to swipe her cheek with his thumb in a show of tender affection before bringing his other hand up to resettle a strand of her hair behind her ear. His fingers grazed and cupped over her features unabashed and brazenly, reminding Myra of his unapologetic need to touch and feel with his hands when given any opportunity, particularly when she was involved. His eyes lazily studied every feature on her face, unrushed to respond as if he were simply basking in the warmth of the sun on a fine summer day.
"You displayed an immense amount of courage earlier. You spoke up for yourself. You fought for yourself and your...our child. It was captivating. It was brave. It was bold. It was marvelous. You have no idea how much comfort that brings me….such relief, I feel…knowing…." Bane finished, trailing off his last words as his gaze dropped down to her lap. His shoulders slowly dropped as if a physical burden had suddenly been eased off of them as a realization sunk in.
Myra furrowed her brows quizzically as he trailed off. She leaned forward as if trying to ease out more information from him, not knowing him as someone who tended to trail off or not finish his train of thought.
"...a relief? Why?" Myra asked searchingly, a feeling of discomfort and unease pricking her spine.
Bane didn't respond but instead just started to rub his hands against hers for several moments. Myra's curiosity and patience eventually boiled to the surface again.
"Why is it a relief? Are you expecting something?" Myra asked impatiently, the feeling of unease giving her energy and renewed vigor that bubbled up to the surface.
Again, Bane didn't respond but continued down his path of silence. His eyes eventually lifted back up to hers before giving her a comfortable squeeze of the hand.
"I'll tell you later. For now, I want to clear up another matter," Bane said, his eyes suddenly turning steely and serious as he refocused his attention on her, his gaze considerably less affectionate than it was just seconds prior.
"What is it?" Myra said hesitantly, detecting the abrupt shift in his demeanor and finding herself shrinking back into her seat away from him inexplicably, the soft tenderness that had radiated off of him just moments before evaporating to give way to stern ruthlessness that was his norm.
Bane gave her a stern leveled look under furrowed brows before proceeding.
"You asserted that I had perhaps held the opinion that your pregnancy was an unfortunate burden on me, and that perhaps I had treated it with a moderate amount of indifference. I know factually that I have never divulged to you my thoughts on the subject, so your assertions are derived from some sort of misguided observation or judgement. Pray tell, enlighten me so that we may quickly clear this imbecilic assumption?"
Myra turned her head away as she felt her body tense up defensively, red coloring her cheeks from anger and embarrassment at being underhandedly insulted for having the audacity of conjuring up such a belief that she found to be perfectly sensible based on his prior actions, as well as shame and guilt for still believing it. She leaned her head even closer to the window as if she were suddenly very fixated on an object just outside the plane. She felt like she was being cornered with nowhere to retreat or hide to, and the level of discomfort she suddenly felt was borderline unbearable. It also made her speechless. Compulsively she brought her thumb up to her lips to begin chewing on the tip of her fingernail, her lack of response highlighting her discomfort but also affirming Bane's inkling that she still maintained this view. He forced himself to calm while he watched her.
Bane gave her a minute to relax and process his words, and after seeing no indicator that she was going to respond to him verbally, he reached out and eased her hand away from her mouth before she bit her nail down raw. He then maneuvered his fingers through the hair that nestled over the nape of her neck. He gently began stroking her skin, ignoring the goosebumps that erupted under his fingertips. He did this for several long moments before he shifted his body to lean closer to her. Bane made an attempt to use his body to create a make-shift 'personal space' where just he and Myra existed. He leaned his head forward, the grill of his mask brushing at her shoulder as he verbally prodded for a response from her, trying to lure her out of her state of discomfort.
"Hmm?" Bane asked good-naturedly, trying to distill good-naturedness into his attitude to help distill the tension, making every attempt to minimize his obvious irritation.
Myra's shoulders eventually dropped, her lips working furiously together. She could see the reflection of Bane in the airplane window and could both feel and see the closeness of him, which did nothing to help expel the feeling of being trapped in a corner with nowhere to hide. She gave out a loud sigh, turning her head towards him but unable to meet his intense stare, so she kept her eyes downcast.
"...you did treat it like a burden, something...unspeakable...a mistake, perhaps..," Myra said simply before quickly making a move to turn her head back towards the window to avoid seeing his reaction to her words. She was not comfortable. This was not something she wanted to be talking about right now. She didn't want to have to outline all of the instances in his behavior that led her to her current point of view.
Before she could fully turn her head, Bane stopped her. He brought his hand up to cup her cheek. He brought his other hand up to take hold of her other cheek, holding her head firmly between his large hands. To Myra, it felt like his hands were on the verge of fully enveloping her. Myra kept her eyes downcast, a look of discomfort overtaking her features as she began to visibly squirm. It was hard not to feel some level of unease after witnessing the events out on the tarmac and the way he used his hands to physically restrain and control Talia; here he was using his hands to achieve the same thing, albeit in a much calmer and more restrained fashion. Myra held her breath, waiting for him to shift into the same show of rage and irritation he had displayed towards Talia. All she could sense, though, was genuine concern and a desire to resolve the matter.
"Enough of these games. Look at me," Bane ordered low and soft, his neck craned downward to be level with her line of sight.
He gave her head a gentle shake when she didn't immediately comply. Myra reacted by flashing daggers at him with her eyes, clearly annoyed by his manhandling tactics and need for control. She brought her hands up to begin digging and prying at his fingers to release their hold of her head. Bane smiled, the corners of his eyes blossoming into creases and clearly unperturbed by her annoyance. Her ability to instill such a look of retaliatory sass without ever saying a word amused him to no end. Her attempts at freeing his hands were inconsequential; he either ignored her digging, or simply didn't care or notice.
Myra started working her lips in annoyance while Bane simply stared at her, his eyes slowly roaming over her face as if he were taking in every feature. His fingers eased their hold and began lazily working their way through her hair and over her scalp. The tactile feel of Bane's large fingertips as they glided their way through her hair calmed Myra after several long moments, her eyes and features reverting back to idle pacification after surrendering to the comfort of his touch. She dropped her hands to her lap. It was also obvious, however, that she had no immediate desire to provide him with further verbal clarification.
When it became clear to Bane that Myra was going to remain mute, he lifted up the armrest that separated their two seats with one hand while using his other hand to coax her closer to him. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders while tucking her head under his chin, bringing up his free hand to caress and stroke his fingers into her hair at the base of her scalp. Myra's response to his physical corralling of her body towards his was to settle comfortably in whatever position he pulled her into like Jell-O, turning her head to the side so that her ear settled firmly against his collarbone. She idly brought up one hand to take hold of a handful of his shirt to balance herself. She felt him tuck his chin in and down so that his mouthpiece grazed her forehead as he spoke.
"It's no secret that my life is dangerous. Wouldn't you agree?" he asked her, his eyebrows rising as he awaited confirmation from her.
She nodded skeptically against his chest, a look of confusion overtaking her face as she pondered his need for her to respond to such an obvious question. Her eyes settled on the window opposite of their aisle as she waited for him to continue.
"Any day could be my last...it's my stark, bleak reality," he continued, letting silence linger for a moment to allow her time to process what it was he was saying and implying. As he waited, he leaned his head back to allow him a vantage point to peer down at her for a moment before resettling his chin against her forehead. Myra heard him take a deep breath, causing a grating sharp metallic sound to reverbreate out through his mask. She reflected on how that sound once caused her nerves to twist in fear when she first heard it, but now all she could think of was familiarity and contentment.
"I didn't want to encourage you into having a child of mine if there was an expectation that I would always be present. Present both in a physical sense... as well as being regarded as a consistent figure of influence," he continued, moving his hand up to trace the contour of her ear delicately before gently stroking her earlobe between his thumb and forefinger.
Myra closed her eyes as his words sunk in.
"...but...but...you're here now, aren't you? You've been involved with my life consistently for months...you are the most influential person in my life, and I don't see that dynamic changing soon, even if I had a child. I also know I'm not leaving. The real question seemed to be whether you even want one? Do you even care?" she said softly against his chest, keeping her cheek planted over his heart so that she could feel tethered to him as well as to avoid eye contact during the uncomfortable conversation.
Bane's eyes hardened, agitated that she was allowing her desires to be driven by his. Agitated that he was agitated that her desires were being partially influenced by his; given any other circumstance or situation, he couldn't fathom anything more lovely than having a partner whose desires were shared and influenced by his. Bane visibly forced patience. He waited several moments before responding.
"Have I truly given you the impression that I don't care? Are my feelings not as clear as glass?" he asked, his words teetering on sounding sour.
Bane was not a man who threw around his affections carelessly, nor did he suffer fools. If he did not care for someone or something, it became immediately obvious. He did not have the luxury of wasting time or energy on those he did not care for. Yet here he sat, being questioned by the woman who engulfed the vast majority his heart, voicing doubt in his affection and feelings for both her and the making of their frequent unions. It was genuinely difficult to repress his frustration.
Bane waited several moments for Myra to respond. It soon became obvious that Myra required verbal confirmation based on the increasing discomfort and silence that settled between them. She clearly didn't share the same visibility to the inner workings of his heart. Bane heaved out a massive sigh, adjusting his hands on Myra's shoulders to steer her gaze directly at him so that she didn't miss the emphasis or sincerity of his words.
"We created something beautiful, Myra. You and I. A product of us. A product of two bonded, enamored individuals who share frequent affection and love. It would be impossible not to cherish and find comfort in that, least of all adopt feelings for such an unexpected yet beautiful development," he said, his voice inflecting with emphasis as he leaned forward so that the grill of his mask was right next to her ear, the tip of his mask grazing her earlobe. He intertwined one of his hands into hers, squeezing it gently for emphasis.
Myra paused as he said this. Her eyes averted to their joined hands. She watched as he rubbed his fingertips into her skin, his hand clearly eclipsing the size of hers.
"It does?" she asked timidly, her eyes still sad and uncertain as if prepared for him to suddenly revoke his declaration as well as the comfortable hold he had of her hand.
Bane's eyes softened. He tilted his head to rest his cheek against her forehead, closing his eyes as he did so. He exhaled a deep breath, his shoulders slowly dropping in unison as if he were expelling a great weight from his body.
"There have been such few things in this world that have incited joy for me...however, I can think of nothing more lovely than the thought of our union, our creation - our child. It will be the first genuine act of mine that wasn't born of chaos, fear, or destruction...but out of tenderness and affection... untainted and pure," he confessed, his head angling to give her several affectionate nudges with his forehead as he did so, emulating a large lion affectionately nuzzling his mate.
Bane could feel Myra's body slowly shifting, settling down and relenting like a heavy bag of sand. Her shoulders dropped and eased, and her body leaned further into his as she reciprocated the gentle nudges of affection with her forehead and nose. He finally heard her release a loud, tired sigh as her fingers fidgeted against his chest to grab hold of excess shirt material to anchor herself further into him. Bane wrapped both arms around her, idly tracing abstract shapes and symbols with one of his fingers against her back.
After several long moments, Bane bodily shifted her to face away from him. He maneuvered her so that they were both angled towards the window with Myra leaning gently back into his chest. Bane kept both of his arms loosely wrapped around her, holding one of her hands with his while his other hand loosely held her around the continued to stay that way for quite some time.
"Where are we going?" she finally asked softly, her eyes half-lidded from her lulled comfort. She was also clearly reluctant to disengage from his hold as evident by the replanting of the back of her head against his chest to take in the feel of him.
"Someplace warm. Isolated," Bane replied sleepily and hoarsely as if he had just been woken from an idle nap, one of his arms that was circled around her gently squeezing her as if seeking confirmation that she was indeed real and not just a dream.
Myra shifted her head back to angle it upwards to look towards his face, but all she could really see was the underside of his mask.
"Where?" she further prodded, her eyes roaming over the mechanical tubing and features of his mask. She brought her fingers up to rest over it, finding it impossible to resist the urge to touch it to take in the tactile feel of it as if it were any other facial feature of his.
Bane tucked his chin in and tilted his head down to give her a leveled gaze, finding humor in her curiosity and impatience.
"You'll find out soon enough," he replied with a sense of finality. Myra knew that she wasn't going to extract any further information from him based on that tone of his, so she resigned to sighing and resettling against his chest, the hum of the plane's engine and the warmth radiating from Bane's body creating an ideal atmosphere for napping.
Myra startled awake from the sudden jolt created by the impact of the plane's tires against a hard runway surface. Bane had either cat-like reflexes, or was anticipating her reaction. He gripped her steadily against him like a make-shift seat belt, his head aimed towards the window as he took in the scenery. Myra looked up at him and saw his eyes wide and alert, and then looked towards the window and noticed that it was already dark out. There were no lights outside that she could see.
Before she had time to comment on it, the plane circled sharply and stopped. Bane put his hands on Myra's hips to help assist her off his lap and up on her feet. Myra moved out of his way as he moved towards the back of the plane to grab several very large duffel bags. He then moved to exit the plane, obliging her to do the same with a wave of the hand towards the popped hatch that was opened by Steve the pilot.
Myra climbed down the small stairs into the dark tarmac, turning towards Bane as he did the same. Myra looked around at their surroundings; all she saw was darkness. There were no lights.
"Where are we?" Myra asked quietly to Bane, finding herself stepping closer to him after hearing a rustling in a tree nearby.
Bane placed a hand on her back to steer her away from the plane and closer to him, ignoring her question. He was instead directing his attention to Steve the pilot.
"We will be here at 6:00am," Bane warned. Steve acknowledged him with a curt nod before crawling back into the plane and closing the cockpit hatch door.
Bane steered Myra forward into the darkness with a firm but gentle push with his hand. Myra tripped over something she couldn't quite see on the ground, but was stabilized by a firm grip from Bane on her arm. Myra heard the plane start up again and then take off in the background.
"Where are we and why aren't there any lights? How are we supposed to see?" Myra hissed angrily as Bane readjusted the strong hold on her upper arm to further prevent her from tripping.
"We're on an island. Just the two of us. And whatever animals still live here, of course. Watch your step," Bane mused good-naturedly, steering her as best he could with the grip on her arm. Despite Bane's clear warning, Myra still managed to trip sideways a few inches after finding another large branch before being leveled-out by Bane's reactionary watchful grip.
"HOW CAN YOU SEE? IT'S PITCH BLACK" Myra hissed loudly in a whispered tone, unsure of why she was still whispering. Perhaps it was the darkness and the unknown that made her want to keep her presence as little known as possible.
Bane ignored her question but instead continued to guide her until they cleared a dense set of plant life to make way to a large clearing that was pure sand, ocean water, and moonlight. The intensity of the light bouncing off of the water caused Myra to bring up her hand to her eyes which had already started to become partially accustomed to the pitch-darkness.
Bane wasted no time to steer them forward on the sandy beach until they found recluse next to a large arching palm tree. He claimed the spot by dropping his duffel bags down on the ground, unzipping one of them, and removing a large worn blanket. He fanned it out on the ground before waving for Myra to take a seat while he continued making camp. Myra sat down tentatively on the blanket and watched Bane as he gathered up some large sticks and branches, assembling them over a scooped-out hole in the sand. He started a fire in no time with the material, giving the impression to Myra that he must have started hundreds if not thousands of fires in his lifetime based on his efficiency and apparent ease in which he started the fire. He then proceeded to grab additional contents from the bag, one of which being a partially tattered tarp for a make-shift tent which he hung up by attaching it to the arch of the tree which was conveniently directly above where Myra was positioned. When he was done, he sat down next to Myra comfortably on the blanket to gaze out at the water.
'Why are we here?" Myra asked, her eyes breaking from gazing at the water to roam over the long stretch of deserted beach before meeting his face.
Bane's eyebrows shot up when she asked this, turning his head towards her to study her.
"You expressed a desire to go on a trip. Just the two of us," Bane restated as if it were obvious, even flashing her a look of consternation and then refocused his attention back to the water as if that settled it.
Myra looked at him, and then back at their surroundings which included the make-shift tent that had seen better days, fire, and worn blanket that they set up before looking back to him.
"...I did say that, but I was imagining something..different," Myra confessed, sounding unsure and reluctant.
Bane looked at her and saw her roaming eyes and where she was gazing at. He then leveled his gaze back.
"Your only requirement was that this place we ventured to be just the two of us. Now, I did my research and settled on this very remote island that was once home to a notorious drug lord…." Bane ignored Myra as her face contorted in disgust. …"they of course no longer reside here... but it's perfect in that it provided us a runway for a small plane on a remote abandoned island away from society. It affords us an opportunity to be completely alone in each other's company for a full night, with no worries, and best of all, with no distractions…" Bane continued suggestively, shifting his body weight to recline back against his elbows on the blanket, stretching his legs out as he did so and then moving his eyes back to her as if to challenge his statement.
Myra was quite honestly speechless and all she could do was stare. He was right; she didn't really define many requirements, and although a 'drug lord's island den' wouldn't normally top her charts for most romantic destinations, she couldn't help but feel herself become excited at the prospect of being utterly alone with Bane on an island. Her eyes roamed over Bane's body as he lay there comfortably and almost nonchalantly as if he had no greater care in the world than to be comfortable. She couldn't recall ever seeing him appear so relaxed and at-ease with no clear hurry or thoughts of business on his mind. Her eyes became distracted by the sharp shadows and shapes that wrapped around his body as a result of the small fire burning next to them. She let her eyes linger for several moments before she reached out tentatively to roam her hand over his bulking chest, loving the feel of his skin under her fingertips. She explored his curves and musculatures under his passive, watchful, and slightly amused gaze. She then moved to grab hold of his belt. She used her hold on it to help hoist herself closer to him, kneeling up as she began unlatching the hardware, clearly wasting no time on her part.
Bane stayed still and relaxed as he watched her remove his buckle and unzip his pants. He eventually leaned forward as she was finishing the zipper, removing his long-sleeved shirt with several tugs and discarding it next to them on the sand. He then stood up suddenly to step out of his cargo pants and underwear. Once fully unclothed, he gave Myra no choice but to follow-suit as his hands assisted with the removal of her clothing with firm jerks of her shirt, bra, pants, and underwear. He then bent down to pick her up casually in his arms, cradling her against his chest as he began sauntering towards the ocean with both of their naked bodies shining bright white in the moonlight. The water was giving off soft 'shoosh' sounds as the waves softly broke against the beach.
"Do you remember the first time we ever made love?" Bane asked almost conversationally as he sauntered barefoot under the moon with a naked Myra in his arms. Myra could detect a mild sort of gruffness to his tone.
Myra looked up at him surprised, one arm casually strung around his neck for support. Despite the frequency in which they had intercourse, she couldn't help but feel her cheeks burning. Her eyes darted towards the encroaching water before turning her attention back towards him.
"I remember….a towel. A shower. A cot breaking," Myra began to recollect, color forming over her cheeks.
"Hmm. That's right. You received a cold wet water shower treatment due to that sassy mouth of yours," Bane said, his eyes roaming to settle on her lips for the briefest of moments as he reflected on the memory, fondness written in his voice and features. He continued striding towards the water with purpose.
"After you cooled off...in your towel, the look of you….the look you had. It was all for me. It was immensely difficult finding restraint...watching you dripping wet, cold, angry….flushed. At me. For me," Bane continued to recollect as they neared the water. Myra heard his feet make contact with the water with soft wet pats.
Myra turned towards him suspiciously, her grip around his neck tightening. She gave him a glare after realizing what his motives may be for the water.
"You think you practiced restraint? You picked me up and had your way with me until the cot broke!" Myra countered, finding herself flushing further at the memory as she hastily tightened the grip she had around his neck to anchor herself more solidly against him.
Bane simply turned to look at her knowingly, crinkles forming at the corner of his eyes as he began wading into the water with no response other than a teasing, knowing look he gifted her from beneath his soft lashes.
Myra was about to open her mouth again, but Bane dunked her in the water. Despite having a vague idea of his intentions, it was still shocking to be fully submerged in cold dark salty ocean water. She fought furiously to stand up, floundering as she did so. Bane was quiet as he bent down to scoop her back up into his arms out of the water, seemingly unaffected by her flailing and huffing against his chest as she shouted angrily at him in protest. It wasn't lost on Bane how fast Myra wrapped her arms and legs around him, planting herself as close as she could to the incredible heat source despite the anger she seemed to have generated towards him.
It took several long strides back up the beach before Bane unceremoniously deposited her back down on the blanket next to the fire. Myra forced calm as she was dropped, her chest still heaving as she adjusted herself for maximum exposure to the warmth of the fire. Bane's eyes roamed over her body as she did this, focusing on her heaving chest and her furrowed brows. He kneeled down next to her, reaching out to push a strand of wet hair out of her eyes and then trailing his hands down her chin, throat, and breasts.
"You are utterly...exquisite.," Bane murmured in a pensive-sounding soft whisper as if he were questioning the reality in front of him as he inched closer, haunched on his knees as he continued his visual exploration. His words caused Myra to go silent and hushed, the heaving of her chest slowing down. The flickering glow from the fire next to them made the remnants of water on her chest magnify and litter her chest with mini aqua rainbows.
He guided her further on her back against the blanket, bending down on his knees in front of her to slowly invite her legs open with his hands. Myra looked down at him inquisitively, spreading her legs open at his guidance with little resistance. As Myra was opening her legs, she shut them quickly and froze when she heard an indiscernible creature in a bush a dozen feet away from them.
"What was that? Is someone there?" Myra hissed at Bane nervously, her eyes darting towards the noise in the darkness.
Bane leaned forward, giving no regard to the sound of the noise but instead angled her cheek to focus on him before settling back on his knees, clearly dismissing the creature as a possible threat. He softly coaxed her to settle back down, relax, and refocus her eyes on him and him alone. He gave her a look that indicated he didn't want her to concern herself with anything but him; those creatures in the bushes were his to worry about, and clearly he wasn't worried so therefore neither should she.
It took a few moments for her to finally settle, relax, and trust him completely to not dismiss any real threat in their periphery, and eventually her focus was genuinely entirely on him. The internal hormonal chemical high he was instilling in her core put her in a state of mindful blissfulness. She felt safe, protected, and adored. She loved floating in that feeling.
Bane detected the loosening and relaxing of her muscles under his fingers. As if this were his cue, he directed his index finger down between her legs, lightly brushing his finger pad over her clit. Myra's legs blossomed open even wider for him as her body detected and submitted to the welcome and familiar intruder. Bane did nothing more than graze his finger gently up and down, gathering moisture and arousal as he did so. His gaze remained fixated on Myra's expression, which had transformed into a lax, blissful grin as she peered at him through half-lowered eyelashes.
It wasn't long before Myra became impatient, however, her body arching in clear wanton towards him, imploring him to make the plunge. Bane preferred the tease, and instead continued several more agonizing swipes of his finger before sitting back away from her to begin unlatching his mask.
Myra gave Bane an impatient look as soon as he withdrew, finding it hard not to writhe in irritation while he carefully adjusted and fidgeted with the hardware of his mask, never releasing eye contact from her. He took one large inhale within the cavity of his mask before setting it down at his side on the blanket. He then grabbed hold of Myra's legs with a firmer hold than Myra anticipated as he bodily jerked and slid her closer to him. The shock of seeing him both maskless and viber-like in his actions when moments prior seemed slow and methodical was evident on her face. Bane wasted no time to adjust himself as he bowed his body and head down between her legs.
Her mouth fell open and she loudly inhaled through a gaping mouth when she felt the unmistakable contact of his tongue against her skin. She immediately felt goosebumps erupt over her skin and a tingling sensation from the suction from his lips as he sucked gently before making several aggressive swipes of his lips against the sensitive folds of her vaginal opening. He plunged his tongue into her, bringing a hand up to gently rub and service her with a finger in concert with his lips and tongue, which were devoted to the rest of her vaginal area. He had to use his other hand to gently coax and pry her legs back open after he detected an involuntary spasm from Myra at the surprising and unfamiliar manner of intrusion, her legs trying to close around his head like a venus flytrap so she could adjust properly to the onslaught of sensation. It didn't take much coaxing from him for her to fully open herself back up to him.
Myra felt like she was plunged in water again, finding it hard to breath at the feeling of pleasure running through her spine. It wasn't just the very wet, unique, intimate, and physical manner of Bane's intrusion; it was a combination of the noise and the acute tingling, as if he were pressing, coaxing, and probing a highly exposed nerve, causing an electric-like shock to shoot through her. It was also the foreign feel of it; it was a far contrast from the usual manner of penetration from Bane, which usually came in the form of an ardent (and very hard) penis making haste to get past her exterior vaginal folds to drive towards her core.
This, however...this was warm. And soft. Delicate. Like she was being gently massaged with warm wet dough. There was no urgency. No brute force of intrusion. Just tenderness, curiosity, intimacy, and sensory overload as if he were controlling the epicenter of all of her nerves, senses, and emotions.
She watched and felt as her legs physically shook, buckled, and spasmed from the seemingly casual manner in which he was playing that nerve of hers, feeling as if she had no control over her lower half. She tried to focus and will her leg not to shake and vibrate, but it was pointless. It didn't help that he wasn't holding back. He sounded like he was trying to devour her utterly with his mouth, accompanied with moist sounds and groans that reverbreated into the night air around them. Myra adjusted her feet so that she could curl her toes properly into the sand in hopes of anchoring them and quell the spasmic shaking. She closed her eyes to fully immerse herself in those noises and touch.
It felt like an eternity before Bane had to take a moment to take another huff in his mask, but he wasted no time before he was back to the task at hand. He began giving out small huffs as he worked. She characterized this kind of huff as animalistic-like satisfaction that he saved for rare occasions. She couldn't help but feel some level of pleasure or pride in being the cause for him to emit that kind of sound, knowing there was something about her that pleased him instinctually. And she couldn't help but love knowing she was pleasing him. Her body began responding further to his touch, writhing as she felt herself rising to an orgasm. The physical sensation of his lips wrapping and sucking tenderly followed by his tongue periodically lapping and curling up inside of her did nothing to slow down that rise. The rise...
Bane had a sense of calm and utter focus as he felt Myra react under him, zoning in on the feral way her body began writhing under him. He had come to learn that it meant an impending orgasm for Myra. She continued to writhe and eventually let out faint mewling sounds that Bane could never tire of hearing. These faint sounds of hers also never ceased to stir the fine hairs at the back of his neck. If that was the last sound he heard on earth, he would die a happy, fulfilled man. It was a sound that he knew was for his ears only, since he was confident only he could cull the type of pleasure that generated such an instinctual, unabashed sound of wanton from her lips. It was her body overriding her brain in a vocal display urging him to come in closer, deeper, harder, longer, faster... An urging sound of invitation just for him.
Before Myra could come, Bane reacted quickly by removing his head from between her legs and positioning himself over her, cascading a shadow over her as he blocked out all light from above. Like a magnet, his very aroused and hardened cock entered her with one gentle nudge of his hips between her legs, needing no additional guidance from his hand due to her elevated state of arousal, positioning, and his acute intimate familiarity with her body. He wasted no time pumping into her once fully sheathed, bending his maskless head down to rest his exposed lips against her collarbone as he did so, loving the feel of her skin against his while he rode the passion high. Bane's eyelids drooped lower over his eyes as he settled into a state of contentment as instinct overrode his brain and actions, settling into a steady instinctual rhythm. He found it impossible not to feel as if this thing he was doing right now at this very moment was the only thing he was ever truly made and born to do, under the night sky on this beach with this woman eagerly receiving him.
It didn't take long for Myra to suddenly cry out, her body convulsing and arching, clearly overstimulated as several drops of salty tears fell from the corner of her eyes and down her cheeks. Bane blinked several times as he escaped his transe, turning to look and focus on Myra as the salty dew dripped down the side of her face. It took only several more thrusts from his hips before he, too, came with one final mighty grunt. He gave several half-hearted pumps with his hips in a display that ensured he was fully expelled with nothing left for him to give her. He released a beleaguered sigh, bending down to rest his exposed forehead against her trembling lips, stationary for several moments before leaning forward to provide her with several gentle sweeping kisses with his lips to hers. Myra's eyes were closed tightly shut, littered with tears and dew as she continued to tremble from the experience, but it didn't stop her from responding to the touch of his lips to hers by reciprocating the gesture, her lips following his lead. Their lips danced together for several long moments in an intimate kiss, Bane's body hovering perfectly over Myra's.
Bane reluctantly broke the kiss by easing back up off of her. He then immediately began groping for his mask at his side. Finding it, he quickly put it up to his face as if being saved from a lifeboat, breathing in several very deep breaths through the mask. His chest rose and fell heavily as he did this, his eyes never leaving her face as he watched the rise of her chest slow down and the tension in her features ease. Myra watched him gazing at her, and eventually a slow, wide, genuine smile erupted over her face as she peered back at him affectionately. It wasn't long before they both fell asleep in a remarkably peaceful, relaxed state of comfort in each other's arms.
Author: Ahhhh! Let me know what you think! Please don't forget to review. It lets me know that there are still folks reading this story. It also helps motivate me to get the next chapter out sooner or later! :)