Pretty Thing
BruceDiana

A/N: Hello, it has been a year since I released any stories or even written one for that matter. This chapter is dedicated to Delta808th for asking a question that I, too, wondered when I re-read the first chapter of Pretty Thing (because I have no memory of what I was thinking while writing it). Thank you and as always, reviews are welcome and remember that I appreciate them even though I tend to not reply.

Bruce Wayne tapped his fingers against his wooden oak desk and glanced at the digital clock. He still had another meeting to attend before heading home. His mind was still distracted with what had happened. He had made love to Diana in that magical cave and he had not regretted it even though—well he and the Cat had already ended things between them a couple of weeks ago. Bruce knew it was never something deeper than what he and Diana had shared. He could never trust the Cat not when her hands still itched to grab every diamond in the world.

Bruce sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. The moment that happened between him and Diana was a few months ago. Why was he still bothered by it if he had made love to her even before?

His thoughts were interrupted by the beep of his computer and saw that someone had sent him an email. It had a subject line that read 'Dear Friend' but the sender was anonymous.

Dear Friend, let's meet at our usual meeting place. Same time as always. —Your Friend

He knew it was Diana. All it took was one message from her and from him, whether anonymously written or emailed, and both would come running to the other in a heartbeat.

How exactly did their tryst begin? It all happened after their endless battle with the hordes of Gehenna. It somehow ignited something between them; a passion, a tension that had been secretly building since the beginning of their friendship but never acknowledged. It burned once more during their meeting in Tir Na Nóg.

Bruce decided to meet her the day after their return from the endless battle to discuss what had been going on between them. If there was closure that needed to be done, then so be it. Diana agreed for she thought it would help them both. It all went well as they began to talk about what they felt for each other.

Eventually, words were replaced with lips seeking each other, tongues mingling to savor each other's taste, and bodies intertwined in the heat of the night. Thus, the beginning of their passionate trysts.

When the next full moon came, they met again. This time, they both agreed that their secret nights of passion had to end. Although, they both knew that they were just denying themselves.

What exactly was he going to tell her when they see each other tonight? Should he admit that he regretted nothing that night in Tir Na Nóg and he wished more of her? Should he say that they never should have ended their secret nights of making love?

Bruce knew he lost self-control the moment his lips melted with hers in that bath. What could he do when the woman his heart beat for stood so close in all her glory?

"Mister Wayne," the voice of his secretary went through the comms speaker, "Mr. Chon is here to see you." Bruce eased himself to the Bruce Wayne persona and pressed a button to reply, "Thanks, Ira. Send him in."

Diana covered her face with her hand. What was she thinking sending him a message like that? Their secret meetings had ended long ago and here she was, an Amazon, asking for this beautiful man to come see her tonight. It was all because of a night their shared in that magical cave in Tir Na Nóg that roused every nerve of her being that wanted to feel his touch.

There would be no reply. That was the rule no matter who sent the message first. Diana opened the drawer of her dresser where she kept all of his written notes.

Why did I want to meet him again? Was it because we had sated each other's hunger that we long denied in that magical cave? What was I going to tell him? These questions plagued Diana as she stood up from the dresser.

While taking a shower, Diana could still remember how Bruce felt inside her. Gods, she was addicted to the feel of his touch and the way his lips made her skin tingle with every inch he caressed. Her thoughts led her back to the passionate nights they had shared during their secret meetings. Bruce would have her pinned against the wall, have his way with her on the couch, let her be on top of him, and made out while they took a shower in the morning.

Hera, help me! She reprimanded herself. She could feel her insides pulsate just by thinking of Bruce. She wondered how she would behave if he were standing in front of her.

Batman arrived on top of Wayne Plaza where there was a spartan room he had built for him to take a rest during stakeouts. This had been their secret meeting place. It was a place he rarely used. He found Diana sitting on the foot of the bed with a contemplating look on her face. She was fiddling her thumbs, unsure of how to put her thoughts to speech.

Diana was still in her Wonder Woman outfit. He no longer protested why she had not come in her civilian attire. He loved the sight of her presence even if she had nothing on.

The room was dimly lit with an orange hue by the lamps on the nightstand. Diana had recognized his presence when she looked to where he stood and gave a timid smile.

He slipped off the cowl stood in front of her. Diana drank in the sight of Bruce's handsome face. Her fingers ached to run her hands through his sweat-slicken hair.

They both stared at each other's sapphire eyes. A deafening silence surrounded the room. It was how it always began before they made out in certain areas of the room. Tonight, however, would be different.

Diana stood and stepped closer until they were chest to chest. She laid a hand on the bat symbol and looked up at him. She memorized each line of his face and wondered how this man made her heart jolt and her head spin.

Without breaking away from his gaze, Diana removed his belt, his gloves, and his cape. Diana took him by the hand and let him sit on the foot of the bed. Bruce watched her as she knelt down to remove his boots. He felt like she was tearing down pieces of the wall he had built all of his life. He knew she was the strongest and most patient one among them all.

Diana got up and sat on his lap facing him. She leaned her temple against his, wrapped her arms around his neck, and caressed his hair with her fingers. Bruce closed his eyes and let out a relaxed sigh as he placed his arms around her waist. Diana closed her eyes as well and let herself enjoy this peaceful moment.

When Bruce opened his eyes again, he stroked the back of his hand against Diana's cheek. His thumb brushed against her parting lips. That made her open her eyes and met his intense gaze. Bruce drew close and allowed himself to indulge in her taste. She was as sweet as the iced mocha she might have had earlier.

Diana moaned with a sigh as she melted against his fervent kiss. Bruce continued his ministrations to her jaw and to the side of her neck, staying there for a few minutes then sought her lips once more. His hands had managed to unclasp her armor. She let it fall to the floor with a soft thud. Diana admitted to herself that Bruce was truly the chink on her armor.

She returned the favor when she broke away from their kiss to take off his top, revealing the numerous scars Bruce had earned from his endless battles. She pushed him down to the bed and bent down to kiss each scar, old and new, starting from his shoulders and down to his navel.

Diana continued to caress his scar while looking up at him with a predatory gaze, intense and filled with hunger. Her hands drifted to the band of his trousers and peeled them down. Bruce lifted his hips a bit to help her out. Diana sat up and threw them carelessly somewhere in the room. She gazed at his manhood and unconsciously licked her lips.

Diana traced the length of his manhood with a finger, stopping to tease the sensitive skin of the head. Bruce let out a groan and grabbed her by the arm and seized her mouth. He turned the tables and hovered above her. His lips moved from hers to her neck and down to the valley of her breasts. His tongue suckled on the perking rosy nipple while his hand caressed the other. Diana fumbled her fingers through his slick hair, enjoying the feel of his talented mouth.

Bruce moved downwards and kissed her thighs until he reached her glistening womanhood. He licked in slow, intoxicating strokes like eating a vanilla sundae on a hot day. He gazed at her and watched how she moaned and groaned at the pleasure that he provided her. It made Bruce smirk knowing he made Wonder Woman feel that way.

Bruce stilled both of her legs by clutching on to them and continued to lick and nip, loving every moment he could tease her. Diana let out a small gasp when his tongue licked all of her. She knew he and his cunning tongue were just getting started. Both of her hands rested on his head, her fingers playing and fisting his hair.

Diana had learned how to control her strength whenever Bruce made love to her and she wanted nothing more than to get lost in him. Diana moaned his name in ecstasy when she finally came. Bruce pulled away and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He could not help but grin mischievously at the sighted of his sated Amazon princess. Diana smiled back at him with a glint of lust in her eyes.

Bruce conquered her lips with such ferocity. Diana could taste her in his mouth and it was such intoxicating when it mixed with his. He groaned against her lips when he thrusted into her with a slow yet sensual move. All Bruce wanted right now was to stay inside her warmth and just have her in his arms forever. He began to move, eliciting a low moan from Diana that turned him on even more. Eyes locked with one another, Bruce continued to thrust into her until his movements grew deeper, faster, and harder.

Diana tangled her arms around his neck, her legs snaked around his hips, and her heels digging on his taut rump. She screamed his name every time he hit the right spot. Bruce silenced her cries with burning kisses and a battle of tongues.

Bruce could feel her tighten around him and knew she was about to come. With one final thrust, they both reached a mind-blowing climax. They both screamed each other's name, the hunger for each other finally sated and their love finally united. Bruce rested on Diana's right and caught his breath. Diana stared at him, laid her head on his heaving chest, and placed her hand om his stomach. Soon enough, they both fell asleep.

Bruce woke up and saw the rays of the sun streaming through the glass door of his spartan room. He looked to his side and saw Diana still tucked in his arms, sleeping soundly. Usually, he would be the first to leave the bed but this time, he stayed and drew her closer to him. There was still one thing that he needed to know: Why did Diana exactly want to see him? He knew it was not just about what they did.

Diana stirred and looked up to find Bruce staring at the ceiling as though he is deep in thought. She kissed a long scar on his side and it made him look at her. "Good morning, Princess," Bruce rested on his side to face her. It was the first thing that was spoken between them since last night. "Good morning, Dark Knight." Diana replied as she cupped his face and brushed his cheek with her thumb. Bruce grazed his hand over her long legs and let it drape on top of his hip.

"What's on your mind?" Bruce asked in a soft tone. Diana grinned and closed her eyes. "I love you, Bruce. Despite our disagreements, I want you." That was it. That was what she exactly what she wanted to tell him before the whole secret meetings began.

Diana opened her eyes and found Bruce staring into her sapphire eyes. His face spoke nothing but Diana had expected that. "You don't have to tell me what you feel, Bruce. You've shown it to me last night." Her fingers played with locks of his tousled hair, "didn't you?"

"I've always let you know that I love you, Princess." Bruce spoke what he kept guarded in his heart for a long time. "I choose you and I will always want you." Diana smiled, her heart almost jumping out of her chest in delight. "Fate has led me to choose you too."

Diana got up and straddled him. Bruce winced when she guided him inside her. "Will it always be like this? Making love every morning and night?" Bruce rested his hands on her waist and bucked his hips. Diana let out a guttural moan. Bruce chuckled and sat up to nip on that erogenous spot behind her left ear, "Yes, and a lot of bickering and flirting in between."

Diana pulled him close, trapping him with her arms around his neck, and locked her lips with him. Bruce responded with the same passion. "Nothing would please me more, Bruce," Diana grinned against his lips. Finally, they once again make love the entire morning.

END