TITLE: Mistakes and Mimosas

AUTHOR: LOTSlover

CHARACTERS: Batman / Wonder Woman

RATING: M

WARNINGS: Author Chooses Not to Use Warnings

DISCLAIMER: I love Justice League, but especially Batman and Wonder Woman. Unfortunately, I do not own the characters and, if I did, things would be much different for them.

SUMMARY: Sequel to Conversation and Cocktails, Bruce and Diana try to figure out where their relationship is going after spending the night together.

A/N: THIS UPDATE IS MOST DEFINITELY RATED M FOR MATURE! While it's not overtly M, it's still pretty racy so do not read if you aren't old enough. You have been warned!

Mistakes and Mimosas

Bruce sleepily sighed with a sense of peace and contentment that had long been absent from his life for longer than he could remember. The tantalizing awareness of a very feminine frame was pressed against the length of his own reminding him why he felt this way. He savored the erotic sensation of being skin to skin with her, the way her breasts were pressed against his side and her left leg draped over his.

Memories of the intense passion that they'd experienced together last night flooded his system with a renewed hunger, love given and taken and ravenously coveted in ways that he'd never dreamed possible. He'd never understood that a real love like this could truly exist let alone be possible with someone as broken as he was. He'd been with women before…some that he even loved, but it had been nothing like this, nothing like what he felt for her.

He drew a deep breath, inhaling her as well as the lingering scent of their night's activities that permeated his bedroom. It began to heat his blood all over again, but he tried to quell the need for her that she had ignited deep within him. As badly as he wanted his princess all over again, they really needed to talk.

He glanced down at the sleeping beauty lying on his chest, her raven curls tousled and making her look even sexier than he thought was humanly possible. He didn't think that he'd ever seen anyone so breathtaking in his life. When she opened her eyes and looked up at him with a sleepy smile on her lips, he suddenly forgot how to breathe.

"Morning," she murmured, closing her eyes and snuggling even deeper into his embrace as her lips curved into a sleepy smile.

He tightened his hold on her, tipping his head to brush his lips against her head. "Morning."

Diana stretched her lithe body, her breasts rubbing against him and rekindling the fire that burned inside of him for her. She tilted her head and kissed him slowly and thoroughly. His hands slowly wandered over her deadly curves, exploring all over again what he'd only just been able to discover last night. He burned every single touch into his mind—every kiss, every gasp and moan…the caresses that made her squirm and the spots that made her scream.

He would need these precious memories to keep him warm at night when he eventually lost her, when he had finally driven her away from him. As desperately as he wanted to believe that wouldn't happen with her, he couldn't escape the lingering fears and doubts that haunted him, attempting to steal his happiness and peace.

Diana's fingernails lightly traced over his chest as she slid her body over to fully lay on top of him, their kisses growing more heated by the second. His hands roamed over the length of her back before moving to grasp hold of her backside. He greedily swallowed her moan of pleasure, his brain trying to remind him that they needed to talk about last night, but she was rapidly erasing all thought processes at that moment as she began to make love to him.

He reluctantly broke the kiss with a sharp gasp as he pressed the back of his head into his pillow, his breathing ragged as unimaginable pleasure began to pound through his system with every beat of his heart. She slowly began to kiss down his body; planting gentle bites along the way only to lovingly kiss away the sting.

A low hiss escaped his lips as she thoroughly explored him, pouring every ounce of her love for him into her tender ministrations. He was overwhelmed by the intensity of their shared feelings, fearing it would end up burning him alive from the inside out. He felt as if his heart was going to burst out of his chest as his fingers clawed at the sheets below him, twisting them in his desperate grasp. His other hand was buried in her thick hair, hanging on for dear life as she slowly drove him insane.

He wanted even more of her, each panting breath conveying that need for her. His back arched, his face contorted with unbelievable pleasure as he struggled against the powerful urge to fall apart, but he forced himself to hold back.

Releasing the death-grip he had on his sheets, he reached for her, hauling her up his body and flipping her onto her back in one fluid motion, her raven hair spilling out all over the sheets. He quickly took control, kissing her hard as if he could never get his fill.

He kissed her cheek, devouring her jaw and neck before finding the sensitive spot behind her ear as he made love to her. He loomed larger than life above her as he moved to brace himself on his forearms. Their eyes locked on each other in a silent, intimate connection as she reached up to caress his cheek, losing themselves in each other.

What he found there completely stunned and amazed him. She was showing him such open vulnerability and absolute trust, allowing him to be in complete control once again. She had done it several times last night, but for some reason; it shook him to his core this time. It made him that much more determined to show her the same love that he felt for her as she had been showing him just moments before.

His breathing was erratic as he gasped her name, her body tensing as she came with an intense climax that left her shuddering in his arms. He followed her right after, kissing her tenderly before finally rolling off her and onto his back. He stared up at the ceiling as he fought to catch his breath, guilt like a tidal wave rising within him as he squeezed his eyes closed against the unwanted emotion.

"That was…" she breathlessly began, "…amazing."

"A mistake," he said as the exact same time.

Her euphoric haze abruptly vanished in the wake of his unexpected response, her chest clenching with sudden fear. "What?" she demanded as she sat up to stare at him in stunned disbelief.

Bruce rubbed his face with his hands before finally sitting up, sweat trickling down his chest as he faced her. The cold fury mingled with hurt that pervaded her eyes made his insides coil with regret. "Diana, it's—"

"Wasn't I good enough for the notorious playboy of Gotham?" she hissed as she got out of his bed and made her way to her dress lying forgotten on the floor next to his shirt.

"Diana," he angrily growled as he swiftly got up, closing the distance between them.

"Sorry if I didn't meet your expectations, Bruce. Maybe you can look Selina up for another fling. Maybe she can do for you what I was unable to do." Diana turned her back to him as tears began to well in her eyes, anger and hurt welling up inside of her.

"Diana! Stop it," he growled. "Let me explain."

"I gave up my purity…turned my back on my heritage for you because I thought you loved me as much as I love you," she told him. "I should've known that you'd use me only to push me away the next morning. You've always pulled me in only to push me away."

Her broken voice choked with tears was like a blow to his heart. He roughly grabbed hold of her arms, forcing her to turn around to look at him. "Last night was the best night of my life," he heatedly confessed, angry with himself for not choosing his words better. "I have never felt love like what you showed me…like what we shared with one another. The reality of being with you was far better than anything I could've ever dreamed."

"Then why was it a mistake?" she asked, trembling with barely controlled anger.

"It wasn't a mistake in the way that you took it," he told her with a scowl. "I swore to myself that I was going to take things slow with you…to not rush into anything. Instead, I completely lost control. I took you to my bed and made love with you all night long. It wasn't supposed to happen like this."

He turned his back to her, his chin falling to his chest in shame, stunning Diana. "Bruce, I wanted to be with you last night," she replied. "I've wanted you for so long. I love you."

"I've wanted you for so long too…more than you can begin to imagine, but I shouldn't have taken advantage of you like that last night," he snapped, disgust filling his voice as he moved to sit on the edge of his bed.

He leaned forward, his elbows coming to rest on his knees as he held his head in his hands. The weight of his guilt and self-loathing was evident, his anger rolling off him and filling the air with the rawness of his emotions laid bare before her. She slowly made her way to him, sitting down next to him.

"You did not take advantage of me," she adamantly stated, her hand gently coming to rest on his bare back. "I'm the one who told you to take me."

"I know, but you just broke up with Faraday," he explained, not moving from his current position. "I should've had more self-control, given you time to recover from the loss. You were vulnerable, Diana. You deserved far better from me than jumping you the second you're free."

"King broke up with me because I'm in love with you," she reminded him. "I didn't have any feelings for him because my heart already belonged to someone else."

"I still feel guilty," he confessed with a sigh as he finally lifted his head to meet her eyes and finding the love and understanding that he didn't feel he deserved at that moment. He reached over and took her hand in his. "Relationships never work out for me. I either drive the people I care about away or they're taken from me. I'm not…I'm just not good at this, Diana."

"Don't sell yourself short, Bruce," she told him with a playful smirk. "I thought you were pretty incredible last night. I swear you've been blessed by the gods."

He couldn't stop the corners of his lips from curling slightly with her compliment, but he still couldn't relinquish the guilt and anger that had a firm grip on him. He was, however, more than relieved to see the happiness that had returned to her blue eyes once more.

"You never have to worry about comparing yourself to anyone else, Princess," he reassured her. "You're absolutely perfect the way you are and you more than proved that several times last night."

"I'm so relieved," she admitted, biting softly at her bottom lip. "I was a little worried."

"Never be," he told her, brushing a raven curl from her face, his hand lingering to caress her cheek. "The fact that you trusted me and chose to give yourself to me…it means far more to me than you can imagine. No one could ever come close to comparing to you in my eyes."

"Hera, I better keep you happy and satisfied then," she decided as she crawled into his lap to straddle his thighs, her hands moving to cradle his face. "Do you still feel like this was all a mistake?"

He placed his hands on her hips to keep her there as he pressed his lips to her, kissing her deeply. "Should we have waited to take things this far—yes, but, after last night, I'm definitely not going to be able to keep my hands off you. Not even I have that much self-control," he told her, his face growing somber. "I didn't mean to make you cry."

"I shouldn't have overreacted like that," she replied, brushing his cheek with her nose.

"I seem to be making mistakes already and we've hardly just begun," he whispered.

"No apologies," she firmly said between teasing kisses along his jaw and chin. "I guess I was a little nervous about our date…worried that you would end up pushing me away…that this was all just a dream."

"You had every right to overreact," he murmured as he turned his head, nuzzling her face with his nose and lips as he buried his fingers in her thick hair. "I've been trying to push you away for so long, but not anymore. I love you too much to let you go."

"And you talk far too much," she whispered something low and sultry in his ear.

Bruce's chuckle rapidly dissolved into a cross between a growl and a rasping moan as she sucked hard on his pulse point, causing a shiver of pleasure to race right up his spine. "I can honestly say that I've never been accused of that," he muttered as he began to lose himself to her all over again. "You must bring it out in me."

"There's something else that I'd much rather bring out of you right now instead," she seductively teased against his throat as she made a grinding movement with her hips.

He groaned with her insinuation before picking her up and carrying her to his bathroom. "In the shower, Princess," he growled, savoring the feel of her legs wrapped securely around his waist once again, her breasts pressed firmly against his chest as he nipped at her bottom lip.

He kicked the door closed with his foot, anxious to make it up to her in the shower. They emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam over an hour later, the lovers greeted by a freshly made bed and a large tray filled with breakfast resting on a rolling cart.

Diana made a beeline for the tray, picking up a large flaky croissant and taking a bite. Her eyes fell closed in ecstasy of a different kind as she moaned softly. She sat down on the bed cross-legged, still wrapped in a white terry cloth towel. Bruce joined her, foregoing clothing as well as he settled down next to her with a towel wrapped securely around his waist. He took a glass of orange juice and handed it to her before taking one for himself.

"I don't know what you pay Alfred, but it's not nearly enough," Diana readily decided as she took the juice glass.

Bruce snorted in agreement as he picked up a croissant. "You have no idea. I'd be completely lost without the man."

Diana smiled affectionately at him as she spread strawberry jam on her pastry. "I'm just thankful that he has been here for you all these years."

"It's a wonder I haven't driven him away a long time ago," he confessed. "In case you haven't realized it yet, I'm not the easiest person to handle."

"I've heard," she teased, pausing to take a drink of her juice. Her eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected taste of alcohol in her orange juice. "I think Alfred accidently put alcohol in the orange juice."

Bruce laughed before taking a drink. "It's called a mimosa. It's orange juice and champagne."

"Champagne for breakfast?" she questioned him, taking another drink and deciding that she really liked it.

"It's Alfred's way of celebrating the fact that we're finally together," Bruce replied. "He's been your biggest fan and cheerleader around here."

"Really?" she asked, a raven eyebrow quirking in surprise.

"He's been planting seeds and looking for ways to get me to let you into my life ever since the Thanagarian invasion," he revealed, averting his eyes in mild embarrassment.

"Why since then?"

Bruce met her questioning gaze, surprised she didn't remember. "Our first kiss," he reminded her. "I can't believe you forgot, Princess. I guess it meant more to me than you."

The look of hurt that flitted across his face before safely being tucked away made her feel terrible. "It's not that I don't remember," she clarified, taking his hand in hers and lacing their fingers. "I just didn't think that you cared about it. It was back to business as usual right afterwards."

"Actually, it wasn't," he admitted, averting his eyes. "Alfred could tell that something had affected me…changed me in a small way when we arrived at the manor. I couldn't stop thinking about that kiss or you no matter how hard I tried. Then when you and J'onn moved in here, Alfred figured out the reason. It was you."

"It was?" she murmured, stunned by the revelation.

"You have no idea how many times I wanted to just grab you and kiss you," he told her, releasing a ragged breath with the thought. He'd never revealed so much to her before. "There were so many nights that I had laid awake in my bed thinking about you in the next bedroom…how many times I wanted to go to your room and tell you that I was falling in love with you, do the things that I had dreamed about doing with you."

Diana couldn't help but wonder, couldn't help but ask her next question. It was so unlike him to open up to her like this. She wanted to keep him opening up to her for as long as he'd allow. "Was that kiss when you knew you loved me?"

Bruce thoughtfully raked his fingers through his wet hair as he thought it over, wondering how she managed to get him to reveal the secrets of his heart to her. She didn't have her lasso with her. "I knew had feelings for you, but I had chosen to ignore it. I tried to pretend they weren't there, but when you kissed me in that restaurant, you ignited something inside of me that you'd already been stirring. I knew that I couldn't pretend those feelings didn't exist. I just didn't know what to do about it.

"I wanted you, but I had convinced myself that I couldn't have you so I tried to push you away…keep you at arms' length. I was miserable without you and I was even worse knowing you were with someone else."

"Nothing happened with King beyond kissing," she reassured him.

"It could have, though," he replied, his voice edged with jealous anger just knowing things had gone that far. "If only I hadn't been so hard-headed…so arrogant to think that you'd wait for me to get my act together."

"It's in the past," she told him. "We have so much to look forward to now together."

"As long as I don't mess this up," he replied.

"We're both going to make mistakes in this relationship, Bruce," she said. "We'll just take things slow."

Bruce looked away from her, knowing she was right, but the fear still would not let go of him. He was just so afraid of losing her. "My past relationships have always led to so much pain."

Diana reached out to touch his cheek, forcing him to look at her. "You just hadn't met the right woman yet," she teased. "You hadn't met me."

He allowed the overwhelming love that he felt in his heart for her to reflect in his eyes as he gazed at her, his heart beginning to pound a little harder. "There is most definitely not another woman in this universe like you, Princess."

She smiled at him, happiness permeating her entire countenance. "I'm not so easy to drive away."

She stood up to retrieve another pastry from the tray only to have her towel forcefully yanked away from her body, leaving her standing there nude for him to gaze at and enjoy. A predatory growl filled the bedroom a moment before Diana found herself on his bed again, a very aroused Bruce hovering over her with a rapacious glint in his stormy blue eyes.

He kissed her hungrily, his hands bracing him on either side of her head as he began to devour her. Recovering quickly, Diana tore away the towel that had been wrapped around his waist, responding just as passionately to his kisses.

He began to kiss along her throat as she threaded her fingers through his black hair, tilting her head back. "Bruce…" she moaned his name. "We…we're going to need…another shower."

"Who even said I was going to let you out of my bedroom today, Princess?" he practically growled, his hands moving to caress her smooth thigh.

Diana had no argument with staying here with him all day as she began to lose herself to her lover all over again. She was more than thrilled that they had survived not only their first date but their first argument as a couple. At that moment as Bruce began to make love to her, it felt as though the two of them could survive anything that life threw at them.

Many mistakes would no doubt be made by both of them in the future, but they would work through it together…especially if they got to make up like this afterwards.