Scrub (DCAU)

Diana appeared in a burst of light on the transport pad in the Batcave, her arms held out away from her body…of course, not that it made much of a difference at that point. It was way past the point of trying not to get anything more on her. She didn't think that she could possibly be more covered than she already was.

She gingerly stepped off the pad and walked down the steps to find the Batcave completely devoid of anyone much to her relief. After the day that she'd just had, she didn't think that she could take the humiliation of being seen by anyone now.

She tentatively floated her way across the cave floor and up the steps into the manor, afraid to touch anything more than she had to. As the grandfather clock swung open, Diana poked her head out, bright blue eyes scanning the room to make sure no one was around. Finding it empty, she quickly escaped the cave and flew out of the library, intent on making her way up to Bruce's bedroom and the luxurious bathtub that awaited her arrival.

She soundlessly floated through the foyer, fearful eyes constantly searching for anyone who might be home. She knew she had to be leaving a trail from the Batcave despite her best efforts, but it really couldn't be helped. She just had to make a quick break for the bathroom before being spotted.

Reaching the grand staircase that would lead her to her ultimate destination, she suddenly froze as an all too familiar voice caught her attention. "Miss Diana?" Alfred called. "Is that you?"

"Ah…yes, Alfred," she called back, her eyes closing tightly shut as she sent silent, pleading prayers to her gods that he wouldn't make an appearance in the foyer.

"Is everything all right, miss?"

"Yes, I'm fine," she replied. "I'm just going to get cleaned up before dinner."

"Let me know if you require anything," he told her.

"I will," she promised. "Thank you, Alfred."

Diana didn't wait for a response from the British butler as she flew up the winding staircase to Bruce's bedroom. She entered his bathroom and closed the door, finally allowing her boots to touch the floor with a relieved sigh. She looked at herself in the mirror, groaning audibly at her appearance. It was much worse than she had first believed.

She was beyond thankful no one had seen her especially Bruce. She'd never be able to live it down if he saw the sorry state that she was currently in. She glanced down at the floor to see the mess that she was already making. She could only imagine the transport pad and the cave floor, not to mention Alfred's pristine marble floors in the manor that seemed to glisten even on a dark, dreary day.

She was an Amazon warrior, a demigoddess that was renowned for her skill and fierce abilities. Her gifts put her far above everyone else, standing in a class all her own. To look at her now, though, one would think she was a rookie in the Justice League…a rookie who had made a rookie mistake.

It honestly wasn't her fault and she would stand by that statement no matter who questioned her on it.

She laid her lasso aside, gingerly removing her tiara heavily coated hair. She carefully set them down on the bathroom counter to be cleaned later…a task that she was already dreading. With a weary sigh, she moved to sit on the edge of the bathtub, slipping off her boots and setting them aside as well.

She reached over, starting the hot water before adding some jasmine scented bath oils and bubble bath. Standing to her feet, she began to remove her armor, allowing it to call to the floor with a loud clank before moving on to her uniform. She eagerly stepped into the tub of hot water, a pleasure-filled moan escaping her lips as she sank back.

She had made it unseen by anyone. It was victory that she was reveling in, a luxurious celebratory bath her reward for what she'd endured today. She drew her knees up, pleased to see that some of the mud was already coming off, but she knew it was going to be a lengthy process especially when it came to her hair.

Diana never knew that mud could be so difficult to get off. The rockslide in Chile that had turned into a massive mudslide had been a horrendous one that had taken hours to stop. After that had come the cleanup process. Fortunately, or unfortunately, she had received the full brunt of the mud that never seemed to end, the people of the village kept safely tucked away from disaster thanks to Wonder Woman.

"What in the world happened to you?"

"Bruce! What are you doing here?" Diana exclaimed as she instantly sat up to find her lover standing beside the tub still dressed in his work clothes.

"My business meeting ended earlier than expected," he said with a lop-sided smirk on his face, his piercing blue eyes roaming over every visible inch of his Amazon princess. "Mission gone bad?"

Diana wanted nothing more than to wipe that infuriating smirk off his face especially after the horrible day that she'd had, but he looked so handsome standing there. Why did he have to be so sexy especially in that steel blue dress shirt and tie?

"Obviously," she bit out as she reached for the loofah sponge, more than annoyed that Bruce had seen her at her absolute worst. It was humiliating to say the least. "What are you doing in here?"

"I was following the trail of mud I found on the floor downstairs and it led me up here to you," he told her, clearly amused by the situation he found her in.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she growled with a deadly glare, pulling a muddy curl out of her mud-coated face.

"Oh, very much so," he told her as he sat down on the edge of the bathtub, being careful to avoid the mud she'd left behind. "Are you all right?"

"I battled a massive rockslide and I have mud in places that it shouldn't be so no…I'm not all right," she ground out.

Bruce rolled up his sleeves before leaning over to gently erase some of the mud from her face with his thumb. "I'm sorry, princess."

Diana's fiery blue eyes narrowed in disbelief. "For some reason, I'm having a very hard time believing you."

He took the loofah sponge out of her hand, dipping it into the hot water. "Here…let me scrub your back."

With a flash, she grabbed hold of his tie, pulling him in for a searing kiss that quickly stole his breath. She finally released him several moments later, a wicked smile on her face. "Looks like I need to scrub you too."

Bruce frowned as he grabbed her washcloth lying on the edge of the bathtub, running it across his face to remove the remnants of mud that she'd left behind. "Cute, princess," he grumbled.

She smiled sweetly at him as she lightly traced the curve of his handsome face with the tip of her finger. "Are you sure I can't persuade you into joining me in here?"

The seductive lilt of her voice coupled with the sight of her sitting nude in his bathtub was almost too much to bear. The fact that she was covered in mud was a bit of a deterrent, however. "As tempting as that would be, you're still pretty muddy. I think I'll wait."

Diana huffed at him in annoyance, glaring daggers at him. "Fine; go play with her your bat gadgets," she snapped as she snatched the loofah sponge out of his hand. She took the bottle of jasmine oil and poured some on her loofah.

Bruce turned from her, removing his socks and shoes before turning his attention back to his muddy princess. He leaned in, gently kissing her forehead in the one place that didn't have mud on it as took the sponge out of her hands. "I'd much rather take care of you."

Diana smiled softly at him, her eyelids fluttering closed as he began to scrub her back and arms. She loved how he wanted to take care of her. It was a foreign feeling to her, one that she had initially loathed, but it was different when it came to the man that she loved. It made her feel special…loved and comforted. It was so unexpected coming from the typically aloof and fearsome Batman, but this wasn't Batman here with her now. It was Bruce…her Bruce…the real Bruce that very few every truly got to see, but she did.

"Lean forward," he softly said as he grabbed a cup and filled it with water.

He began pouring the water over her head, using his hand to protect her eyes the best that he could. He was amazed at the amount of mud and dirt that she'd manage to collect but he was determined to rid her of all of it. He found he loved moments like this when he got to take care of her. It didn't happen often, but when it did, it turned out to be surprisingly intimate, bringing them that much closer together.

Taking her bottle of shampoo, he poured some into his hand before applying it to her hair. A soft moan filled the bathroom as he massaged her head, working the shampoo through her thick raven hair before finally beginning the process of rinsing it clean.

Reaching for a towel, he wrapped her long hair up in the towel for her. "Bruce, you really don't have to do this," she tried to tell him as she finished wrapping the towel around her hair for him.

"Shush," he told her. "Let me take care of you for once. Heaven knows you've taken care of enough of my injuries."

She watched as Bruce released the dirty water before refilling the bathtub with clean water, adding more scented oils. He loved the smell of it. It was so Diana in every way, intoxicating to him and creating a fierce flutter of longing inside of him, especially now.

Deciding that she wanted more of him, Diana slowly wound her hand around his tie with a devious grin, pulling him in for another kiss…one that caused him to lose his balance and fall into the bathtub with her. He growled as he found himself on top of her, pinning her to the bathtub, his hands bracing himself on either side of her shoulders.

"Diana!" he growled only to be abruptly silenced by her lips and tongue.

He moaned deeply as she tilted her head, her tongue sensually caressing his as her hands worked to remove his tie and unbutton his dress shirt. The wet material was sent flying, landing on the muddy bathroom floor along with her uniform. His undershirt quickly followed his dress shirt's fate.

Her hands began a sensual journey over his muscular chest and abdomen, pausing to tease his nipples and earning a throaty growl in response. His belt was pretty much ripped off, his pants and boxer briefs not lasting much longer as the torn material was removed and tossed aside.

"Now, you are free to take care of me in every way," she purred against his throat, her teeth repeatedly raking over his jaw before pulling back to gaze up at him. She paused to remove the towel from her hair, tossing it aside. "I'm all yours to do with as you please."

"You're still dirty, princess," he huskily pointed out with a patented Batglare as he glanced down at her nude body.

"Then you better get started scrubbing the rest of the dirt away," she teased him, slowly drawing her leg up along his, allowing her toes to caress his calf and behind his knee.

She could feel him readily responding to her, growing harder by the moment as she drew her other leg up to cradle his nude body between her thighs. She groaned with the feel of him brushing against her center, making her more than anxious for the moment his entire length was fully immersed deep inside of her.

The annoyance he felt when he had first been pulled into the bathtub in his dress clothes was rapidly replaced with overwhelming desire as she arched her back, her wet breasts pressing against his chest as he kissed along her throat. He nipped and sucked on her collarbone, intent on leaving his mark on her.

Her fingernails raked over his back, wanting to take her time with him and at the same time, the need for him was becoming too strong to ignore. She gently pushed him back, forcing him to sit back on his heels. With a grin on her face, she sat up as well, taking the bottle of oil and pouring some into her hand.

A lustful gleam filled Bruce's piercing blue eyes as she began to run her hands all over his chest, gasping softly with the sensual feel of her caressing him. Taking the washcloth in his hand, he gently ran it all over her body, taking his time to scrub away the remaining mud and dirt from the day.

She shifted her position so she could straddle his thighs, her arms snaking around his neck as she pressed her body against his. She slowly rubbed herself up and down against him, the oil making their skin slick and adding to the simmering heat that was set to explode between them.

Diana tipped her head to nibble on his earlobe, pausing to suck on it before blowing softly against it. "You know I'm really glad you have a bathtub built for two," she throatily murmured against his ear.

"It does come in handy, doesn't it?" he said with a gasp.

"You had better not have had other women in this bathtub, Bruce Wayne," she growled as her hands wrapped firmly around his member.

"No, princess," he swore, his breath catching in his throat with the feel of her stroking him. "You are the first."

"And the last," she murmured against his lips.

"Definitely," he agreed as he captured her lips in a sensual kiss.

Diana rose up on her knees as she shifted her hips, allowing him to slip inside of her. She slowly sank down on his member, taking him fully inside of her. Her forehead came to rest against his as they just savored the feeling of being so intimately connected like this once again.

Bruce's chest began to heave, his breathing already becoming ragged as his hands tightly gripped her hips. "I love being with you like this," he softly confessed, unexpectedly opening himself up to her.

She pulled back enough to gaze into his eyes, brushing his hair from his forehead as she smiled at him. "There's no other place I'd rather be than with you."

He dipped his head, his mouth searching out hers as she began to move her hips. Her hands moved to grasp his jaw as she kissed him senseless, relishing the feel of him so hard inside of her as he readily met her every downward thrust. He grunted as she increased her rhythm, bath water splashing around them.

He couldn't have cared less at that moment as he broke the passionate kiss with a sharp intake of breath, his lungs burning for air and his body for her. His head fell back as she kissed along his throat, nipping at his skin and kissing away the sting.

She wrapped him up in her loving embrace, burying his face in the crook of his neck as her hips repeatedly slammed and rocked against his. The frantic feel of their bodies rubbing against each other was making it that much harder to hold on. She could tell that neither of them was going to last much longer.

He bent his head down, his nose nuzzling hers as they shared another kiss. Hot breath mingled as Diana's orgasm hit her hard, causing her to tighten her grip on her lover. Bruce followed her over that sweet abyss, repeatedly pumping into her as he emptied himself deep inside of her. His forehead came to rest on her shoulder as they just held onto one another, both breathing hard and trembling from the intimate dance they'd just shared in.

Bruce turned his head, his lips creating a sensual path along her collarbone and up her throat. He ran his fingers through her wet strands, gripping it tightly as he captured her lips in a heated kiss. He could still feel himself somewhat hard inside of her, more than anxious for another round of love making with her.

"What do you say we continue this in my bed?" he huskily murmured in her ear.

"I don't know," she teased with a grin. "You really haven't scrubbed me clean yet. I think there are places you missed."

Bruce smirked at her as he wrapped his arms possessively around her, picking her up out of the bathtub and carrying her to his bed. "I'll just have to do a very thorough exploration to find all the spots I missed."

A lilting laugh escaped her lips as he laid her down on his bed, keeping her pinned there with his body. "You know we'll probably need a shower after we're done," she reminded him.

"We do tend to get pretty dirty when we make love," he flirted with her, kissing his way down her throat to her chest.

"Sweaty…sticky…" she responded with a gasp of pleasure as his mouth latched onto her right breast and sucked hard.

She arched her back, pushing more of herself into him and wordlessly begging him for so much more. He finally released her breast when she began to writhe and squirm beneath him. "I'll scrub your back if you scrub mine."

"Deal, Mister Wayne."

"Just no more jasmine oil," he told her with a threatening glare. "I smell like you, princess."

"That's not necessarily…a bad thing," she breathlessly pointed out as she arched her back, his fingers finding her hot center and teasing her mercilessly.

"It will be if Tim finds out," he growled as he pulled her left leg up over his shoulder, pausing to kiss the inside of her thigh where he knew it drove her absolutely wild.

"It'll be our little secret," she promised him with a predatory gleam in her bright blue eyes as she pulled him in for another toe-curling kiss.