The following sections of the story are missing moments from the 5th season.
Eros part I
(eros)
I love you
against a wall,
your teeth grazing
my inner thigh
my fingers wrapped in your hair.
— one, two, three, four - a.j. (via ibuzoo)
'Whachadoin?'
'Good lord! Selina! You scared me!'
She burst into a fit of giggles pleased with herself, Bruce couldn't help but smile too, despite his racing heart, a while ago he thought he would never see her laughing like that again. Selina fell heavily next to him on the bed where he was sitting against the headboard, no regards for personal space at all.
'Shouldn't you be resting?'
She furrowed her brows, annoyed.
'I've already told you. I'm done with resting. I went to the Sirens, couldn't go around wearing that weird hospital gown forever. Got my whip back too, wanna see?'
They shared a look, his eyes drinking in each leather-covered part of her, almost in an indecent way, and further than a slight red glow on her smiling cheeks, she didn't seem to be offend with his attentions at all, she actually looked even more pleased and mellow, leaning into his side just a little bit more.
'No. This room is really small, and I'm sure I'll have the opportunity to see you put it in action soon enough.'
'Your loss, then.' But she didn't seem upset at that either. So much of Selina's words didn't match her actions. It used to drive Bruce crazy when they were younger, but now, it was one of the things that made her so appealing to him. Like she was a mystery for him to solve, and as much as frustrating it was always being dragged to square one when he thinks he finally has her figured out, it was also that what made he come back for more every time.
'Hey, dance with me?'
She snorted and gave him that look in which he could see in her face the amounts of silly she found him to be. It was a lot. No offense taken, he actually liked when she patronized him, it was endearing.
'There is no music, dumdum.'
He stood up from the bed, Selina got caught by surprise with his sudden move and almost slid down to a lying position without his body to support. Bruce walked around the bed and unstuck a pair of earbuds and an mp3 player from his pocket; he offered a bud to Selina.
'Come.'
'But you said there was no batteries anymore.'
'I've found one working. Come.' He offered again.
'Okay…' She said unsurely, but got up and pushed her curls away to put the earbud. He took her wrists and urged her to step in closer to him putting her arms around his neck, and then he pressed play.
Selina frowned when she listened some old timey piano, then she had to lower her head against his chest to laugh.
'This is what you have on your super modern rich boy device? Some sad old man song? Why am I not surprised?'
'Shh, pay attention to the lyrics.'
'This is so stupid, and you are such a sap.'
His hands around her waist pressed her just a little firmer against him for that, but she didn't protest when he slowly started moving their bodies together, instead, she rested her head on his shoulder and let her eyes fall shut. They stood like that for short moment until Bruce started to sing along off-key followed by her muffled giggles against his neck.
'You can say that you're leading me on
But it's just what I want you to do
Don't you notice how hopelessly I'm lost
That's why I'm following you'
'You are so lucky you're already filthy rich, kid, because if you had to sing for your supper you'd starve. No, scratch that, I'd personally end your misery by killing you if I had to share a street corner with you.'
With a smile on his face, and spinning them both around the tiny room despite the slow cadence of the music, Bruce followed the last part loudly ignoring Selina laughs and protests.
'On my own
Would I wander through this wonderland alone
Never knowing my right foot from my left
My hat from my glove
I'm too misty and too much in love
Look at me'
She did. And instead of keep making fun of him, Selina slid her hands from to his neck to his face bringing him down for a kiss. The first was chaste, didn't last much. Sighing, Bruce ended it, letting his forehead fall against hers.
'I almost lost you.'
Her thumbs rubbed his cheekbones lovingly, his eyes were closed, but hers were open studying the shadows of is dark eyelashes on his fair skin. She loved those moments in which she could just look at him without being seen, when there was no judgement, not even her own.
'I'm here now.' She whispered. 'I'm here whenever you need me.'
He looked at her, she swallowed hard when faced with the intensity of the feelings in his eyes.
Selina carefully took the earbud from herself then from Bruce. She put the device safely away, then she slowly took off her gloves, then her jacket, well aware of his unbreakable gaze. She gave him a half smile before pulling him closer by his own jacket. She kissed his chin, then the corner of his lips.
'Selina what are you doing?'
'What does it looks like?'
'But you are recovering.'
'I'm fine, Bruce, really.'
'But…'
'If you don't want to just say it, I'll go.' But by the way she said it, it was clear to both of them that she wasn't going anywhere. She smiled coyly and helped him take off his own jacket, as her hands worked, Bruce dipped his head in the curve of her neck, taking in her smell hungrily. She smelled of antiseptic soap, old leather, and something salty and rich that he learned to associate with her and Gotham streets when it was dark but the moonlight hit the cobblestones just right. Selina and Gotham. There couldn't be one without the other to Bruce, and in the last days he felt both of them slipping through his fingers. It was maddening. When he felt the last of the leather slip off from his arms hitting the floor, he led his hands to her waist, pushing the fabric of her shirt up just a bit so he could touch skin, she shivered.
'Are you cold?' He whispered on her ear, a wave of pride hitting him south when she purred softly.
'No.'
He pushed her hair away, kissing her from the ear to her eyes, her nose, then finally her lips. This time it was far from a chaste kiss. He felt her fisting the fabric covering his back when he tipped his tongue between the seam of her lips, and she let him in. It was a messy kiss that one. Teeth clicking awkwardly, and misplaced tongues until they fell in a more comfortable rhythm.
Selina was panting when they broke up.
'Take…' She inhaled. 'That that stupid thing off.' She ordered tugging his jumper.
He chuckled but obeyed, his hair sticking up in odd places, ruining the dangerous look he tried to give in and denouncing how young he actually was. Then he focused on her own shirt, lifting it slowly and without breaking eye contact whit her, those huge green pools, so expressive, often filled with mirth or distrust, now darkened with lust.
'Eyes up here, Bruce.' She said after he threw her shirt on the bed and couldn't help but admire the swell of her breasts held by the lacy black fabric.
He gave her a boyish smile, then became very serious.
'Have you done this before?'
A hit of pain crossed her face and she looked away, he wanted to kick himself.
'Not properly, but you have, haven't you?'
He sighed and touched her tenderly, the back of his fingers on her neck and collarbone, he had no many freckles he wanted to connect them all and give their constellation names.
'It's different.'
She looked back at him, confused.
'It's you.' He explained.
She felt like the breath was stolen from her lungs.
Selina kissed him again. 'Just don't hurt me.' She said between kisses. 'Never.' He promised husky.
He pushed her to the bed, lying her down. The bed gave in a little to his weight when Bruce put one knee between Selina's legs, one hand supporting him as he hovered over her, and the other caressing one side of her body accompanied for this lips on the other side. He took his time cupping her breast over the lace, rubbing the most sensitive part with his thumb, smiled at her nipple as it hardened under his kiss. But he kept downwards, kneading her waist, kissing her belly until he reached the waistband of her jeans. He looked up silently requesting permission.
'Come here.'
He did. She grabbed the back of his head firmly, Bruce moaned with the ferocity of her kiss. Selina flipped them over, straddling him. She thrusted her hips against him and Bruce moaned one more time, so she it again, and again feeling him swell under her without stop kissing him once. His hands got caught in the tangle of her hair and they finally had break a little, giggling, to free him. His hands fell then to her hips and she rubbed her centre against him one more time feeling all the pleasure the delicious fiction brought to them both. Bruce's hands slid upwards to her back and Selina arched a little to help him as he undid her bra. His gaze was meticulous as he followed the fabric sliding through her skin revealing one more piece of her that he had never explored before.
He held a hand to her face.
'You are so beautiful.'
She rolled her eyes playfully but couldn't resist the smile curving her lips, hating herself a little for how those cliché words made her feel.
But her answer was to undo his crotch button.
Despite wanting to write about them dancing to Misty by Johnny Mathis since forever (I'm not an old man, I swear, I'm just a 26 years old woman with weird taste in music) Bruce singing badly to Selina is something inspired buy my currently favourite fic THE DANGERS OF KNITTING by deaddennis, go read it!
For the next post you will get a little more of sweet sweet romance until we go back to reality.