Door
I want her.
It's something that I've tried so hard not to. God knows that I've tried, but it's something that I've failed mightily in doing though I'm loathe to admit it. I've worked and trained so hard over the years to hone my body, my mind, my spirit…bending them to my will and refusing to give into needless desires and temptations.
Everyone thinks I'm nothing more than a cold-hearted, emotionless bastard, but I actually do feel things much to Flash's disbelief. I feel rage, bitterness, resentment, loneliness. They are what drive my mission, fills my soul and consumes my nights.
I feel other things too, though.
I feel flickers of happiness, sparks of attraction, and moments of lust. Because of her, though, I've felt them even more so than ever before. Because of her, I've also discovered a sense of peace that I'd long thought dead, a lightness that makes the load that I willingly carry on my shoulders a little less burdensome. There's a certain brightness to the future that has never been there before, and I know that she's the reason for it.
She's the reason I'm lying here in my bed staring up at the ceiling, watching the shifting shadows dance across my bedroom. Patrol did nothing to settle my building desire for her, nothing has been able to clear the thoughts about her that linger in my mind or the way she haunts my dreams like an angelic specter.
It's raw, demanding, all-consuming, overwhelming desire that has me fighting against the urge to go to her door now. I glance over at the wall on my right that separates us. Knowing she's sleeping in the bed on the other side of it does little to help quell this desire that grows hotter and stronger with every beat of my heart.
Her living here for the last six months has only made it that much harder to ignore these feelings, seeing her every morning and coming home to her every night. It has given me a glimpse of the way things could be if I'd only allow it to be, knowing I could have even more with her if I'd only let her in.
With a growl of frustration, I throw the covers off me, moving to sit on the edge of my disheveled bed. I lean forward, my elbows coming to rest on my thighs as I hold my head in my hands. She has to feel the sexual tension that charges the air like an electrical firestorm every time we're anywhere near each other. It's difficult not to feel it crackle against your skin, next to impossible to draw a breathe.
Getting up, I march towards the door, opening it and walking the short distance to her bedroom. I stand outside her door like I have off and on for the past several weeks, posed on the threshold of charging through that doorway and changing my future forever, but uncertainty runs rampant through my mind and keeps my feet planted firmly in place.
It's thrilling and terrifying and I once again find it next to impossible to walk away from her. The thought of her not being in my life is nearly as painful as losing my parents. She's somehow managed to work her way into the cracks and crevices of a broken heart, making me believe that she deserves so much more than what I could ever offer her and yet I can't help wanting her just the same.
I raise my fist to knock on her door only to hold it there for a moment, contemplating what I'm about to do. Would she even want me? What could I actually offer a goddess like her? A broken heart, a damaged spirit…a frightened little boy filled with so much loneliness that only wants to be loved. That's nothing to offer a princess like her.
With a shuddering breath, my chin falls to my chest as the turmoil continues to rage inside of me, my hand falling to my side once more and clenching into fists of frustration, overcome with a desire for things to be different…that I was different for her…my beautiful princess.
What was I even thinking by coming to her door?
Just as I begin to turn away to return to my room, her door suddenly opens revealing the woman of my dreams. Her expression is one of knowing understanding and gentleness. Her lips curl at the corners, her sapphire eyes filled with such emotion that it stuns me into silence.
"Bruce," she softly says my name, a beseeching prayer and a welcoming solace all at once.
My entire body feels frozen where I stand as she reaches out to me, her hand coming to rest against my face. Her thumb gently caresses my cheekbone as if trying to calm a scared animal that might bolt at any second. It's as if she can read my mind, knowing my every thought and the fierce battle that is being waged somewhere deep inside of me.
"Princess," I murmur as my eyes fall closed, drawing a deep breath in order to calm my hammering heart. The sound of my voice as I say her name is more like a plea than a confident answer to her touch.
Without another word, she draws closer to me, her arms slipping around my neck as her lips find mine. I'm acutely aware of the fact that nothing is separating us from one another save for my boxers and the thin black negligee that barely covers her body. My heart begins to pound harder as I respond to her kiss, deepening it as my arms keep her locked against my body.
She begins to draw back, leading me through her doorway and into her room before kicking the door closed. Any pretense there might have been is completely abolished as her hands begin to roam over my chest, my mouth moving to feast on her slender throat that has been tempting me for far too long.
She tastes like I imagined—sweet like honey, warm like sunshine, and addicting like a drug I can't get enough of. She moans softly as she tilts her head to the side, offering more of herself to me. No words are necessary, no explanations or beating around the bush about why I'm here or what I want. It's obvious that we both have wanted this…wanted each other if the way that she's responding to me is any indication.
Her fingers rake up the back of my head, gripping at my hair as she breathlessly calls my name. It only serves to arouse me even more, my hips grinding against hers as I show her how desperately I want her. She does this to me by doing so very little, but this time I actually get to follow through with my desire, my fantasy becoming a sweet reality.
My hands roam over her deadly curves that have taunted me for the last two and a half years, my body demanding to feel her skin pressed against mine. I kiss her sweet lips again, my fingers moving to the thin straps of her negligee as hers trace the edge of my boxers.
"Diana…" I huskily murmur, fighting to grab hold of the last thread of my control that is on the verge of completely snapping altogether. "Are you sure about this…about me?"
Her smile returns with patient gentleness that is just so her as she gazes deeply into my eyes. "I've waited for you for two and a half years, Bruce Wayne," she replies, pausing to brush her lips against mine before pushing her negligee off her shoulders herself. "I'm not about to wait any longer."
A ragged breath of relief escapes my throat as I ravenously drink in her breathtaking form, my lips suddenly crashing into hers as I give into my need for her. I kiss her hard. It's rough, demanding and hungry. I'm unable to hold in what I feel for her any longer as I pick her up and carry her to the bed waiting for us behind her.
She wraps her arms around me, pulling me down with her. I pin her to the mattress, briefly worrying that I'm going to crush her with my weight. That worry is quickly erased as her hands roam over my back, pulling me even more firmly against her.
I don't have to be afraid about hurting her, worry about holding anything back. She's definitely not like any other woman that I've slept with. Diana can fully take everything that I'm about to give her and I plan on giving her all that I have, showing her every bit of love and desire that I feel for her.
My boxers don't stand a chance of surviving this encounter as she rips them off my body and tosses the material aside. Her hands find my backside, squeezing and kneading me and urging me on with a mutual hunger that I feel bone-deep.
She moans appreciatively as I kiss her pulse point, pausing to suck hard and earning a cry from my princess. She spreads her knees wide for me, fully welcoming me as she cradles me between her long, toned legs. Her fingernails lightly rake over my back, causing me to buck my hips and tilt my head back to gasp with pleasure.
Everywhere she touches me seems to set me on fire, a thick fog of ecstasy consuming my mind and making it difficult to connect my thoughts. There's only her and me and nothing else in this world matters as she rolls me onto my back, her curls tumbling down around us like an ebony waterfall as she kisses me senseless.
I reach up, my fingers threading through her hair as I keep her right where I want her. My lips refuse to let her leave until my lungs are burning for air. Panting heavily, I suddenly sit up, my hands falling to grasp hold of her hips. I help her shift her position over me, allowing her to take me inside of her at her own pace.
Knowing I'm her first, Diana takes me by surprise as she envelopes every single hard inch of me in one downward motion, a strangled cry of pleasure being torn from her lips as her head falls back. She takes a moment to catch her breath before meeting my worried gaze, afraid that I hurt her.
Her hands gently cradle my face, her lust-filled gaze piercing my very soul. "I love you, Bruce."
Her voice is soft and tender like a warm summer breeze, brushing against my face like a feather. I kiss her sweetly, desperate for her to know that I love her too though the words are so hard for me to find at that moment. There's a part of me that's still afraid, but it's growing smaller with every passing moment that I'm with her.
Our kiss swiftly grows heated once more, passion flaring like a blazing inferno as she begins to rock her hips against mine. I lay her back as I take over, thrusting and touching and fondling. I can't get enough of this amazing woman that I'm making love to, imprinting every single moment of this with her into my mind.
She wraps her legs around my waist, her one hand squeezing my backside and her other clutching the sheets beneath her. She arches her back, pressing her breasts against my chest. Our bodies rub against each other as I penetrate deeper and deeper inside of her, our mingled breaths growing more erratic by the moment.
The room is filled with the scent and sounds of our love making, the shifting shadows that had been my only companion in my bedroom a little while ago now paying witness to the desire and passion that has exploded like fireworks all around us. Being with her…touching her, kissing her, being inside of her is better than any dream or fantasy could ever hope to be.
I bury my face in the crook of her neck, placing nipping kisses along her throat as I lose myself in the timeless, intimate dance between lovers. I feel her begin to come undone, climaxing around me and propelling me over that sweet precipice along with her.
Together we fall, catching each other as we ride out our release. I attempt to roll off her only for her to tighten her hold on me, keeping me on top of her with our limbs tangled. I can hardly say that I mind this new experience. In fact, it's something that I find highly erotic being locked in this embrace with her, every single inch of her pressed against every inch of me…not knowing where she ends, and I begin with me still fully sheathed inside of her.
Her fingers lightly trace the curve of my face as she looks up at me with eyes hazy with pleasure and still burning with desire. "I thought you'd never come in," she softly admits to me.
I roll onto my side, bringing her with me and keeping us locked as one in every way imaginable. "You have no idea how many nights I've stood outside your bedroom door…wanting so badly to come in," I find myself confessing to her.
Instead of being angry with me for my lack of action, she smiles warmly at me. "You have no idea how many nights I've stood on the other side of my door wishing that you would."
I can't help the smile that surfaces on my face with the revelation, nor do I even want to as I lose myself in her sapphire eyes. I'm filled with such inexplicable happiness and love that it threatens to overwhelm me, my throat constricting with emotions so raw and so powerful that it takes me by surprise.
My eyes momentarily fall closed as realization of what I could have had for the last several months if I hadn't been such a coward suddenly washes over me. "I'm sorry, princess," I apologize.
"What took you so long?" she asks with a curious tilt of her head, her lips finding my jaw as she rolls me onto my back.
"I was afraid," I confess with a strangled growl as she clenches her inner walls around me.
"You have no need to be afraid of me, Bruce," she gently tells me as she gazes down at me. "I'll never hurt you."
I take her hand from my face and kiss the tips of her fingers before pressing my lips against her palm as I stare up at her. "I never said it was rationale," I reply.
She leans down with an understanding smile and kisses me again, her lips ghosting along my jaw and over my chin, down my neck to my chest. I gasp sharply as her teeth and tongue begin to do amazing things to me, my fingers tunneling through her hair once more as she sucks hard on my nipple.
I pull her up to gaze into her eyes, needing to see her face. "I love you, princess," I confess, needing her to know despite my fears.
Her eyes glisten brightly as she caresses my face, appearing even more breathtaking if that is even possible. I pull her into a heated kiss, love and desire taking over once more as we lose ourselves in one another all over again.
As she begins to make love to me, I readily decide that I'm so relieved she opened the door and even happier that I decided to walk through it.