Until Lambs Become Lions

Chapter Nine

Authors Note: Hello All! Sorry it took so long, but here is another chapter. RATE M! Oh yes. M. Any who another should come shortly (No pun intended) Much loves, dear hearts!

"I thought you didn't need anyone's help," the gravelly voice stirred Evy from her doze. There camouflaged in the shadows by her picture window stood the Batman. It was nearly Halloween, and she asked Blake to pass a message; a message that had not only damaged her pride, but made her feel weakened. She rubbed her eyes, and stretched her arms high above her head to loosen sore back muscles. "You told that to Blake, too." His gaze fell to the soft midnight blue slip that she wore as her nightgown. It slid tauntingly up one milky white thigh.

"So I lied," Evy answered and reached for her water bottle. She took a sip, gray eyes trained carefully on him. "Women lie." Batman moved further into the room as she turned a lamp on. The soft light cast a mysteriously seductive look over her.

"So I've noticed," the bat stated dryly. He moved around the carriage house that she now resided in. He noted that she had gotten her most treasured pictures and a new addition that he had never seen. It was of him. He tapped the edge of the frame. "When did you take that?"

She smiled blithely behind his back. "He was working on a report, it was an opportune moment," She slid in front of him, blocked the picture. She looked up sultrily through thick, long lashes. "I'm all about opportune moments."

"Evy." Brown eyes were alight with lust, but he held his restraint even a she tipped her head back to gaze at him. He placed his hands on the wall above her shoulders. "What if there's a call?" He asked softly. He was giving into that quiet seductive quality that she had. Suckered in, and held in her grasp.

"There won't be," she murmured. There was an assurance in her words that he had no other option, but to be submerged. Her breath shuddered out when his lips met hers. Tenderness hadn't been something that she had expected from him, and the most devastating gift he could give. She had a job to do, and damned if his tender kisses would steer her away. She dove in head first, like a starving person shown a holiday feast. Batman fisted his hands against the wall before giving in and ran them down her sides. "It's not going to be quick," she whispered, nipped at his lip. "It'll be my pace." She cupped her hands behind his head even as he boosted her up against the wall. The sharp edge of a picture frame bit into her skin, but she didn't notice. She could taste the impatient of his kiss, but there was something else twined with it. The something else was need-deep and human.

His hands ran up beneath her night gown, he felt the softness of her stomach and slid his hands up to the round, supple breasts. His breath came heavy and ragged as his lips attacked her neck, teeth joined as his primal instincts took over. Her scent enveloped him, warm autumn woods it was comforting and arousing at the same time. He didn't notice her fingers running along the back of his mantle, finding out how to undo it. Her hips rocked against his, impatient. Batman spun them around and found the bedroom. He yanked the night gown at the vee of her breasts, the straps ripped from their stitches and fell while the gown pooled around her waist. She unhooked her legs and once her feet hit the ground took the chance.

He grunted as she body checked him onto the bed; he didn't even comprehend anything until he heard the unmistakable click of handcuffs. In the pit of his stomach he felt a growing fear. Evy climbed easily off of him and shrugged on a robe before turning on a lamp. She saw the anger, the tightness around his mouth and sighed. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"This." She reached out.

"Evelyn don't!" His shout startled her, but it was too late. Off came the mantle, and out came a shuddery breath from Evy. John stared at her wide-eyed, waiting. She licked her lips, nibbled at her lower one and undid the cuffs. He sat up and with an unsure look took the mantle that she held out without a word. "Evy…" He began, but she turned her back on him. She had known, it occurred to him suddenly. "When did you find out?" He asked with a sigh. Identity officially compromised.

"You gave some hints dear heart," she replied darkly. "But I found your cave…by accident. Believe me I wasn't going looking for—" She waved her hands around. "Any of this." Blake waited. "I went running the other day, after my bath when you were being a dick, and a chucked rocks at the falls because I was pissed, none of them ricocheted…and well, me being me I was curious."

"Then why did you bring me here?" Blake asked angrily. Evy spun around, ready to lay into a good fight, but she lost the fire when she saw his eyes. "Why do—" He motioned to her lack of clothing.

"It was the only way that I thought it would work."

"Why not ask?"

Evy raised both brows as she walked over to her dresser. "Would you have told me?" She asked as she picked up a thick manila envelope.

Blake heaved a heavy sigh and cupped his head in his hands. "You can't tell anyone Evy, at all, not even your fish."

"I don't have fish Blake," she snapped. "And you know full well I wouldn't endanger you that way." She tossed the envelope on her bed. "Take it."

Brown eyes landed on the object. "What is it?"

"Every single first-born child from Gotham's wealthiest families," she answered with a shrug. "Figured you'd need some heavier pull."

"How?" He looked at her with furrowed brows. "I tried city hall, I tried the hospitals, they said I couldn't know…"

"You want a sugar coated answer?"

"Evy…"

"I have a friend from college, she's a hacker. IT degree to be exact. Will it help?"

"Yeah." For the first time since he had spoken to the convict about the children he felt hope. "It will." He paused, and rose from his seat.

"I understand if you want me gone." Evy said softly. "I did trick you."

"I'm not through with you yet, Evelyn," He took a step toward her; he saw a shudder course through her body. "Did you really think that you could end it all so easily?" He carefully took off his armor, even as Evy searched for a place to look, but her gaze fell on each new piece of skin offered. "You said you wanted it your way," he stepped of the last piece of armor. "Well, you got it, and now it's my turn." He tugged her into his arms and ravaged her mouth for a moment before softening. Her lips parted beneath his, accepting even as her heart leapt into her throat. Her head fell back, a gesture of surrender that had need twisting sharp in his gut. But he continued to play her lips delicately, letting the moment spin out.

"You're trembling," he murmured, trailing his lips along her jaw line, sliding his tongue of warm, smooth skin, wallowing in the flavor of it.

"That's you," she whispered huskily.

"That might be true," He conceded and brought his mouth back to hers, deepening the kiss until pleasure swam giddily in her head. Now there were sighs and breathless mummers, the hard beating of hearts, and the knowledge of companionship. His bare hands spread of her midsection where the pressure was coiled taut like as a rattle snake.

"It's not going to be quick, or easy," He slid his hands up her sides and down, gazing into her eyes.

"John—" His name ended on a moan. His hands were on her breasts now, caressing, thumbs skimming, circling lightly over the peaks while he leaned into a kiss. He lowered them gently onto the bed and he pushed back the robe and skimmed his fingers down her skin enjoying the gooseflesh that appeared after his fingers. "Sweet mother of Christ," he buried his face in her hair as desire ripped through him. Her skin was hot and soft, the muscle quivering helplessly beneath his hands. He had no idea how much he could need someone, or how keen it was, honed like a dagger. Dreamlike, she lifted an arm, hooked it around his neck. It was like a dream, she thought. Soft lights, barely a thought as his lips roamed down and across her body finding each little freckle that he could see. There were too many sensations, sprinting and careening through her. Her mouth found his, wet and hungry, urging him to take more. There was more than what she could see in that rock-hard press of his body against hers. The faint tremors whispered of violence that he was holding steady under his control. There was a desperate dark need that coursed through them. And there were his hands. God, his hands that stroked, molded, stirred just a few degrees away from rough.

Her breath came in whimpers, low throaty groans and her body pressed back against his, rocking in a quickening rhythm that pleaded, no demanded to be pleasured. To please her, and himself, he ran a hand down the center of her body until he cupped her. She was already damn and heated. With fingertips alone he sent her hurtling over the edge. Her body went rigid, arched back against him. She cried out as the fast, hard orgasm rammed through her. They rolled twice, Evy impatiently tearing at the tee shirt he still wore as well as his boxer briefs. "I want you," her voice was slow and thick, like honey poured over a raging fire. "I want you inside me John, now." In response he gripped her hips and rolled them, so that he rose above her, commanding. But when she would've locked herself around him he shifted and slid down her body, kissing, nipping and licking at her skin. He braced himself over her, desperate to see her face, to watch those flickers of mindless pleasures. He slid into her, and began to move, slowly at first, waiting for her to call the shots. Her eyes flew open, glazed and huge, to fix on his face. She came again shuddering around him; he closed his eyes at the sudden storm of sensation. He held on, each slow stroke sending her higher and higher. She cried out again. John buried his face in her hair and let himself follow.