DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY DC CHARACTER.
RATED: M. YES THERE'S SMUT.
NOT SET IN ANY SPECIFIC UNIVERSE. A BIT OOC.
also comment because I want to make this a series of one shots.
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"Computer run a search for any locked and unlocked documents with the words Staff of Zeus."
"Running scan, this process may take up to 2 hours"
One by one documents appeared on the screen. He narrowed his search more and repeated the process. Bruce reclined back in his chair. His hands came up to rub his eyes. His last encounter with Intergang left him with a minor concussion, which he was still feeling the effects of. The altercation had happened when he followed a lead to a case he had been working on. He heard mentions that they were on the search for the holy grail, which they called the Staff of Zeus. Before he could discover more, some idiots had decided to start firing off rounds. The position he was in was compromised and the rest became history.
Because he was still in recovery, Alfred had insisted he stay in today. With everyone backing Alfred up, Bruce was forced to obey. Dick and Tim were on patrol tonight, and from the look of things, it was a quiet night in Gotham. The boys promised to stay out all night on high alert so they weren't going to be coming home early anytime soon. Bruce was on standby, ready to jump in at any time they required assistance. He waited anxiously to hear from them. He was getting tired of sitting in the manor all day in sweats and a tank. It was taking its toll on his mental state.
Bruce heard the entrance open in the distance but didn't bother to look. It was probably just Alfred about to remind him to take his medication.
"You can never sit still, can you?" A serene voice spoke from behind him. In surprise, he turned around to see the owner of the beautiful voice. She stood there with her arms folded across her chest and a raised eyebrow. The waterfall of raven curls cascaded over her shoulders down to above her hips. She wasn't dressed in her armor, instead, she opted for more casual apparel. Her more 'laidback' did nothing to diminish her magnificence. The maroon leather jacket looked expensive on her. Her jeans fit her quite well. They accentuated her long legs and perfectly toned bottom. Not that he was staring.
"Diana, I was just about to call you." That was the only reply he could muster. He knew someone had entered the cave he just didn't think it was her. A shortage of words always plagued him when she was around.
"Alfred beat you to it, he called earlier to check in. He said you were injured and that you've been in a foul mood ever since. He also stated that you haven't slept in days. He's been trying to convince you to relax then continue to strain yourself. I just came to make sure you weren't the one giving him a headache." He mentally rolled his eyes at her. Alfred didn't care about his well-being, he was too busy playing matchmaker. He was sure Diana knew it but she enjoyed playing along. Any excuse to have Diana come by, Alfred would take.
"That meddling old -, Princess, you should know that Alfred likes to exaggerate. He enjoys your company too much, he must have known this would get you to come down."
An amused smile fell upon her features. The screen then grabbed her attention, she approached the chair and looked closely at it. Placing one hand on the desk and the other behind his chair. Her dark locks cascaded over her shoulder. The fragrance of her hair was enticing. It smelled like a fresh spring with the hint of seduction behind it. The light of the screen enhanced her goddess features.
He looked at her. It was like seeing her for the first time. He couldn't remember ever seeing something more beautiful than her. Granted, it was widely known that Diana was stunning but he had never taken the time to realize it until now. It had been a while since the two of them were alone together. For good reason to.
The air between them had always been electric, he always did his best to remove himself from those situations. The urge to have her was too big. After all, he was only human. He had the same carnal desires as everyone else even if he had known to control them better than most. Looks weren't the only thing that attracted him to her. It was her mind, the way she carried herself, her calculated moves off and on the battleground. He was often amazed by every aspect of her. Diana was so versatile, much like himself, she had different shades to her. His personal favorite was the woman that stood in front of him right now. She wasn't Wonder Woman, Diana Prince, or Princess of The Amazons, she was just Diana. Even now, her essence commanded the attention of everything in the room. She was magnetic.
"Even if Alfred convinced me to get here, from the looks of things, it seems you require my assistance. The Staff of Zeus? What's that all about?" She spoke, interrupting his train of thought.
Bruce reprimanded himself for allowing himself to think of her in such a way. He'd been celibate ever since he and Selina officially ended things almost a year ago. He couldn't even fault the deprivation because Diana always had this kind of control over him. She had been the cause and the relief of most of his frustration. But that wasn't something she'd need to know.
"I'm not entirely sure. I got a tip that Intergang was in the search for it. I was going to call you later and ask what you knew about it."
"Well, what I recall about the staff is that it has the power to bring any of the Gods into submission. It can also offer eternal life and great powers to whoever gets their hands on it. But it's an old myth. From what I know it has no actual foundation. Maybe it's a code word for something similar to it? Maybe it's a weapon that's been built? Or could it be his staff?"
Bruce gave her a nod as he processed all types of scenarios. "You're right there are multiple possibilities. We can't rule anything out. Whatever it is, it could be a potential danger to the league. We have to get on top of this situation."
"You're right. Donna's at Themyscira, I'll send a message to her and see if she comes up with anything. You should contact Zatanna and ask her if she can come up with anything on the Magical front, and if you need more information, I'm sure Question can come up with a couple of things for you. Though I consider him to be incredibly sketchy, I know you trust him." She paused and gave him a look. The eyebrow twitch he did spoke volumes. She knew how to read his facial expressions well.
"-And before you say anything Bruce, we have resources that we can use. You don't always have to do everything alone, it's okay to ask for help sometimes. In the meantime, I'm sure you'll scan every piece of tech for more information on it."
Bruce gave her a smirk. She replied with a small shrug. They had worked together for 5 years, she knew his next move before he even considered it. They had both known each other better than they knew themselves.
She turned around to lean on his desk and face him. A moment of silence passed between them as he simply stared at her. The space between them shortened by an inch. Their souls always seemed to be at a tug of war with each other. If asked they would never admit it, but secretly they bother craved that the other would make the first move. Of course, the typically stolen glances, unnecessary touches, and 'intense training' sessions served as evidence that they both craved more. At one point the tension became so unbearable Diana went on a space mission for almost a whole year. When she came back, it did nothing to diminish it but they were able to hide it better.
"Have I ever told you how incredibly intelligent you are?" Bruce asked. Every time she spoke it was like she got more attractive.
She smiled at his comment. Hoping the small blush that came to her face was unnoticeable. He wasn't the only one affected by their tension. "Blessed by the Gods remember?"
The way his tank snugged his strong body messed with her senses. Every delectable muscle peeked out. His black hair was tousled with strands hugging the sides of his face. His shoulders, by Hera, his shoulders were the fuel for daydreams. His hands, those were the real killers. She only imagined those when she needed a little 'self-love'. She shamelessly admired him but she felt justified because he would always do the same thing back.
He stood up and met her face to face. His blue eyes searched hers in hopes that she was feeling what he was. Turning his face from her to the screen, he snaked his arm around her to type on his computer. He heard her breath hitch and nothing could ever express how he felt at that moment. How easy would it be to sit her down on the desk and have his way with her? The way she would throw her head back and gasp for air. He would take his time to worship every part of her. Her being the person she is, she would be benevolent and reciprocate. She was too prideful not to. The thought of seeing her like that was enough to make him go mad.
"What are you doing?" She asked. Their chests were almost touching. The air around them was still electric, even after all this time. His hair had gotten longer since the last time she saw him. It made his features look a bit softer. Gods, she wanted to run her hands through his hair. He was by far still one of the most handsome men she had ever met. Everything from his face, to his shape, and even his scars radiated perfection.
"I'm taking your advice, princess. I just sent those messages out."
"Good, it's about time you took counseling from someone."
"It's just for you Princess."
He typed a little more before turning to look at her. Their faces were so close together the tips of their noses almost touched. Neither one of them dared to move. Deep down it's what they both wanted, consequences can be damned. Both of their eyes flickered from the other's lips to eyes.
"Diana..." Bruce breathed out.
"Yes, Bruce?" she whispered.
"Diana" he tried again.
"Bruce" she repeated.
They stayed for a while like that. Without warning, he broke the trance and sat down on his chair. With disappointment weighing heavy on her soul, she bit her lip and turned towards the screen.
"You think they'll come up with something?"
With his head still reeling from the moment. He mustered out a couple of words of doubt. A moment of silence passed between them before she spoke.
"Well, I'll be going now. I hope they find something. Update me if anything occurs. "
She started towards the exit. But before he knew what he was doing, Bruce grabbed her wrist. He didn't want her to leave just yet.
"Diana, wait."
"Yes, Bruce."
He let go of her hand. The look she gave him sent his self-control over the edge. Wide blue eyes that held the temptations of a hidden vixen. Did she not realize that he was just a man?
"For my sanity, please stop giving me those eyes princess."
"I don't know what you're talking about, Bruce"
She unknowingly gave him the eyes again. Bruce shot up from his chair. He walked towards her and backed her up into his desk. She gasped at the contact. Usually, she hated being manhandled like this but at the moment she couldn't find a bit of her that cared. Desire pooled in her lower belly. Shivers of anticipation ran up her spine as she waited for his next move.
As for Bruce, a million reasons went through his head as to why this was a bad idea. If things went South Bruce would later blame his concussion. But a part of his self-control had just snapped and he wasn't entirely sure how to deal with it. There were a million reasons for him not to do this. The fact that she seemed willing, eliminated all of them. The countless fantasies that would play in his mind were now within reach. He'd be a damn fool to not have her at least once. Once wasn't enough, but it'd be better than never knowing.
"You're giving me those eyes. The ones that are just asking me to find out how every inch of your body tastes." She gave a surprised gasp that encouraged him to continue. He placed his hands on both sides of her, entrapping her between himself and the desk. They were both adults, if it didn't work out they'd be professional. The mission came first it always would.
"Those eyes," there was a moment of heat that passed between them. "begging me to show you exactly how much I want you and how much I've wanted you since the first day we met."
With one hand sliding up his chest, Diana brought her lips close to his ear. She heard his breath hitch. The anticipation rolled off him in waves as she was sure it rolled off her.
"Then show me. Stop holding back Bruce. Truth is," She ran her hand up to his jaw, "I've wanted you too."
Those words were all the affirmation he needed because in one moment his lips were his and then they were hers. It was intoxicating; Fiery, euphoric, passionate, the feeling was a combination of all these words and more.
Her hands were at the sides of his face holding him in place. He picked her up by her waist and placed her on the desk. He held her tightly in place as he kissed her senselessly. In unison, they moved their bodies towards each other, core to core. A throaty groan left Bruce's mouth. She felt his hardened length pressed against her lower stomach.
"Bruce," she said in between desperate kisses. "The bed in the infirmary."
He pulled back panting.
"No, if we're doing it anywhere it's going to be my bed first. Then against every surface of the Manor."
"Hera what're we still doing here then?"
The path up to his bedroom went by in a blur as suddenly they were undressing each other in his bedroom. The blue moonlight shone through the pulled-back curtains of the balcony in his bedroom. It was more than enough light to fully be able to appreciate each other. They both stood completely bare to each other. The anticipation in the room was almost unbearable.
"Get on the bed," Bruce commanded. Diana was never one to listen, especially to a man but she found herself being dominated. She'd let him have his turn because, by the time she was done with him, he'd beg her to stay. In compliance, she got on the bed expectantly. He joined her soon after.
He placed a bruising kiss on her lips before he worked his way to her neck. He placed a series of wet sensual kisses down to her breasts. With one hand he stimulated right breast as he took the left into his mouth. She gasped loudly as his tongue swirled around the bud. He teased it a little more before he switched sides.
"Gods, Bruce what are you doing to me?" The question came out breathlessly. He placed a few kisses between the valley of her breasts before looking up to reply.
"I'm worshipping you, Princess. It's what you deserve. Feel free to be as verbal as you'd like. Alfred's in bed and no one's home."
Before she could muster a smart ass reply he palmed her womanhood. Her hands instantly flew to his shoulders. With one hand applying pressure to her nether region, he created another path of kisses down. Without warning, she felt him insert a digit between her folds.
"Bruce..." she whimpered. He slid the finger around. Her wetness increasing greatly after any movement.
"Tell me this is what you want Diana." he rasped out. He slid it into her opening.
"Bruce.." she whined. He inserted a second one.
"Say it princess." He placed a kiss on top of her opening.
"This is what I want." She groaned out. Her hands found their way to the top of his hair. She slightly tugged on it in want.
"Good," he said.
He placed both her thighs over his shoulders. There was so much he wanted to do to her. To see her head thrown back in ecstasy as he busied himself between her was at the top of his list.
"You're truly the most beautiful being ever created." He said in adoration.
She felt her skin flush a deep red. Her head was reeling with desire. He seemed determined to define the word 'pleasure' for her. Her past lovers, not that she could speak bad about them, paled in comparison to Bruce.
With gentle kisses to the inside of her thighs, he got to work. He buried himself in the lovely little curls between her folds. She tasted better than he could imagine. He ran his tongue along her insides, teasing the entrance. Every moan that escaped her lips was enough to send him over the edge. The way her body arched in response was enough to encourage him to keep going. How he went this long holding back, he would never know. Not that he'd tried her, he wasn't sure he could let her go, she was intoxicating.
Right as she was on the edge, she pulled his face up to his. With reluctance to leave her pretty area, he went up to meet her.
"As much as I love what your mouth was doing, I need to finish with you inside of me first." She sighed.
He groaned at her delicious words. This woman was going to be the death of him. Never one to refuse her, he positioned himself between her. He inserted himself into her warmth and it was enough to almost make him cave. They both audibly moaned as he put all of his length in. Her legs tightened around him as if her life depended on it. Their desire for each other sat on the brink of insatiable.
Soon enough their bodies started rocking together and they fell into a melodic rhythm. With every thrust, the number of scratches was increased on his back. In Diana's opinion it made a lovely addition to his numerous scars. This was one battle scar that Bruce wouldn't regret having. With every stroke they watched the other's reaction. Their erotic eye contact was ultimately their undoing. It wasn't long before they both reached their climax. Their juices blending between them. Both of them breathed heavy as they relished in the feeling.
A moment passed between them. Neither one coming down from their high. The sound of heavy breathing was the only noise in the room. With arms wrapped around her, Bruce buried himself into the crook of her neck. On the other hand, Diana caressed his biceps and shoulders. They lay comfortably, both refused to break the silence in fear it would ruin the moment. It wasn't long before the tension grew in the room once again. Bruce started peppering kisses from her neck onto her shoulders. His hands slid around her caressing every piece of skin. Diana moaned delightfully at the contact.
"Bruce" she breathed out. Against her every instinct she knew she had to put a stop to this. At least for now.
"Mmmm." He muttered into her skin. She stopped the exploration of his hands and held them against her stomach.
"You haven't slept in days. How about you get some sleep and we'll continue this in the morning?"
Bruce knew this was one battle he wasn't going to win. The princess always got what she wanted and this time was going to be no different. With a grumble, he pulled her close to him. With her caresses and her calming scent it wasn't long before Bruce drifted off to sleep. He hadn't remembered a night he fell asleep so easily.
Soon after, his even breathing became a lullaby to her. She fell asleep not long after him. They'd both need to rest as much as they could for the days that were to undoubtedly to come.
The End... unless I make a part two. Who knows.