Title: Gimme All Your Lovin'
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"Gimme all your lovin', all your hugs and kisses too…" - ZZ Top
"There's something I need to tell you," she stated coyly, and as his head whipped around, he caught nothing but the echo of her footsteps and the swing of her hair as she walked down the hall towards the personal quarters in the Watchtower.
Then she stopped, turned around, and boldly winked at him, her expression filled with joy and audacity, before heading once again towards her room, leaving him with the sight of her legs and the possibilities she could bring to his life.
For a moment, all he could do was stare in shock, gaping at the retreating back of the Amazon Princess, her footfalls growing softer and softer as she walked away from him, never once looking back, apparently content to let him die from lack of oxygen.
After all, it wasn't every day that a man found his dreams coming true, that elusive thought that once upon a time had taken root in his brain, bringing him to his knees at the sight of nothing more than her legs, magnificent though they were. She had always been the embodiment of his dreams and a wish that he'd been afraid to ever admit to aloud. Whether that was from fear of it never coming true or fear of it actually coming true, he couldn't tell, or couldn't find it in himself to acknowledge.
All he knew was that right now, something was budding in his soul that hadn't taken root since so many years before, since he had lost the lives and the love of his parents. It was a scary notion, that one person could provide another with so much happiness, with so much light that he felt almost blinded inside. He couldn't concentrate on the monitors around him and he half-feared that something would happen and he would be unable to announce that to the others, too tied up in himself and whatever Diana had awakened within him with her words and her bold gestures.
She knew just how to tie him into knots, how to twist his gut until all he could think about was her, all he could see were her eyes, all he could smell was the subtle, clean fragrance that was Diana. She didn't usually do it on purpose, that he knew, but today, she had played her cards for all that she was worth, throwing the entire hand down on the table and hoping that he would deal her into his life.
At the moment, he could think of little else. The happiness that had seemed so remote for so long was suddenly within reach, suddenly right at the tips of his fingers. And suddenly, he was grateful that he'd chosen today to daydream, to lust over her legs and to allow her to tie him into knots.
He almost snorted aloud at that thought. Like he'd had a choice in the matter. The Amazon princess didn't even have to enter the room for him to salivate over the length and lines of her legs. And heaven help him when she did enter the room – his brain shut down, all capacity for logic and analysis forgotten in the wake of her smile and her beauty.
A woman like that was dangerous.
He'd always had a thing for danger. Once, during their weekly League meetings, he'd been lost in thought and for those that knew him, practically mooning over the Amazon Princess. It had come to him then in a moment of levity, a rarity for him, that she should have worn a sign from her arrival on Man's World: Dangerous Curves Ahead.
Catching himself staring down the hallway as if he could still see those deadly and lustful thought-provoking legs, he closed his gaping mouth and for a second, considered reaching down and pinching himself, just to make sure that this hadn't been one long desire-filled dream brought on by lack of sleep and a desperate need for caffeine.
He then decided that was only another step down the road of delusion that he was already on and, glancing around him, wondered what exactly he was doing sitting here idly while just down the hall was a beautiful woman who had, only minutes ago, beckoned him to join her after his shift. Masochistic, that's what he was. Obviously there was something desperately and despicably wrong with him if he was choosing to remain seated here when he could be in the same room with those legs, that smile, that wit that never failed to captivate him.
It wasn't like him to be slow, particularly once he was set on a course of action. He was the general in arms, the leader barking out orders to his troops, expecting them to be invariably obeyed without question or hesitation. So why was he acting the poor hapless troop now?
He was vengeance. He was the knight, the slayer of dragons. And right now, he had a princess calling to him, a fair maiden in desperate need of rescue from a distinct lack of love and lust; services he was more than willing to provide, regardless of the cost to life and limb to reach said fair maiden and prove himself a worthy knight.
He almost smiled at his fanciful thoughts, so unusual for him, but something about Diana made him think about easier times, days gone by where he had dreamed of nothing more than playing the knight who slew the dragon with just a broadsword and a shield. A little boy's dreams would suddenly become the man's reality and he realized that now was the time for action, the time to take a stand and demand the princess' hand. Perhaps even her heart.
With a gleam in his eye that few would have recognized from the normally formidable Batman, he mentally summoned J'onn, telling him in short order that something important had come up and he had to handle it personally. The Martian, identifying even telepathically that something, or someone, now demanded the Batman's attention, quickly summoned one of the others heroes to the Monitor Womb for duty, giving no reason save that they were needed immediately.
Batman, grateful for the lack of questions and the speedy response of the Martian Manhunter, said not a word of thanks though, knowing that J'onn understood as few others would or could the depth of the emotions that ran through him for Diana. And J'onn, elsewhere in the tower, simply smiled a little, downing an Oreo as he pondered the romantic entanglements that were becoming so prominent within the League, even if some did take longer than others to properly surface.
Such is life.
And as the scarlet speedster otherwise known as Flash burst into the Monitor Womb, Batman immediately stood up and walked towards the door, trying to stall or prevent the inevitable questions that would surface if Flash were to get the chance, something that the Dark Knight preferred him not to do at all costs.
"Hey, Bats!" Flash exclaimed, taking a seat with a loud slurp of the iced mocha in his hand. Under ordinary circumstances, Batman would have taken Flash to task for bringing any liquids into the room while on duty, but for now, he couldn't find the words in him to reprimand the exuberant youth. It would be like kicking a puppy and for once, he simply didn't have that trait in him, that ability to turn off the guilt and simply yell as he usually did with Flash.
Something was off and he knew exactly who that something was.
As Flash burbled questions in the background, he strode out of the room, not stopping, not even glancing to either side as he made his way down the hallway towards the Watchtower quarters of the Amazon Princess. There was no hesitation in his step and no quaver to his thoughts as he continued on his set path, striding down the hallway. And finally, once outside her door, he didn't hesitate but knocked briskly, allowing himself to think of nothing but the happiness burbling inside him like effervescent champagne and the woman who was on the other side of that door, not yet expecting him.
He'd always preferred the element of surprise, but he also knew that with Diana, that was a rare commodity indeed. She always seemed to know what he was thinking before it actually popped into his head, something that he wasn't entirely comfortable with but was gradually coming to accept. It was odd to find someone who could actually anticipate him, much as she had earlier. He had no doubts that she had led him into that conversation, knowing exactly how to manipulate him into answering the way that she wanted him to. It was unnerving to know that the woman who loved you could see through you clearly when everyone else saw little more than darkness and shadows.
When she opened the door somewhat curiously, he immediately barged into the room, taking an unprecedented step for him and pushing the princess up against the far wall, plunging his fingers into the softness of her hair and knotting the strands around his fingers, diving into her mouth like a thirsty man desperate to quench himself on a beautiful woman.
Her surprise lasted for only mere seconds before she launched herself at him in return, powerful hands grasping his shoulders and pulling him tightly to her quickly heating body. For long minutes, there was nothing but the sound of lips meeting in the room, the soft moans of desire as passion overtook them, as they finally came together in a kiss that both of them had craved for so long now.
Eventually each pulled back, both of them panted with exertion and heated looks of lust in their eyes. He rested his forehead on hers, enjoying the feel of this woman in his arms and wondering how she had ever come to fit so perfectly within the confines of his embrace.
"Something you wanted to tell me?" he finally managed to state between breaths, fingers now smoothing the ebony locks of the princess as passion started to fade into something sweeter, something a little easier to contain now that the first throes of desire had been spent. Not that he wasn't still aching for more, but control seemed a little easier now that he knew that she was in his arms for the foreseeable future.
Nuzzling into his neck, she murmured, "Perhaps," in a laughing tone, her voice still breathy, coming in little huffs against the cowl that he still wore.
Pulling back the cowl and tossing it abruptly to the floor, he turned again to Diana, wondering why he had waited so long to make his move, to make this move: towards her instead of his usual escape in the opposite direction.
"Now?" he muttered.
"Better" she returned and when he growled in response, she let loose with a gale of laughter that startled him for a second. He held on to her though, keeping her close in his embrace while amusement racked her body, ultimately pulling her even tighter when she smiled and said, mirth in her eyes and on her lips, "I love you, Bruce."
For a moment, he couldn't reply, could only stare at the vision of loveliness before him, the woman he had wanted and lusted after for so long, her eyes sparkling with laughter, her lips telling him that she loved him, those legs he'd dreamed of tangled with his own, and all he could do in return was whisper, "Thank you," and pull her in for another heated kiss.
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The plot bunnies are attacking! Help me! Make them stop! (Takes out computer and writes this sequel) HA! I have another one contained…
Seriously though, you all are so amazing for taking the time to read and review my story. I really appreciate it and if you haven't received a review response of some sort from me, it's because Fan Fiction is holding them hostage! Hopefully this all gets fixed very, very soon. Grrr….
And if anyone does want a third chapter, it will be nothing but smut. That I can guarantee…
To Reviewer Somebody Important – You're half right. It might not be that good, but it definitely needed a sequel. So here it is. I hope that you liked it! Hopefully still a little funny with a little drama. But not too much. I needed a fluffy fic yet again. Too much drama in my stories elsewhere! And life…Thanks!
To Reviewer Phoenix77 – You asked for it! And hopefully I delivered. Not too graphic or anything though. Either way, I'm glad that you liked the first chapter and I hope this one was just as good in your opinion! Thanks!
To Reviewer T – Well, I guess it decided not to stay a one-shot. I knew I couldn't hold out forever. Please, I barely lasted a week. Too many plot bunnies! I'm glad you liked it and thanks for the review! Hope you're enjoying your holiday! I need another…
To Reviewer Lauren – Of course Bruce dreams about Diana's legs. What can I say? She's really tall and those longs are incredibly long. Glad you thought that it was funny and thanks for the review!
To Reviewer Miguel – You're right. Bats has it pretty bad for Wondy. He can't help himself. And I can't help making him that way. You're right though, I think that she also enjoys playing with his emotions a little bit, especially since he probably puts her through a lot as well, constantly backing away from her. But not this time! Personally, I think that she's the most beautiful, but Shayera Hol is pretty close (on the show) in my mind. They're both utterly gorgeous and Diana does have some fabulous legs, helped out by the fact that she doesn't exactly wear much to cover them!
To Reviewer Ornlu – I kept going! I hope that you're happy, I had to viciously take out a plot bunny to get this sequel up here. (smiles) But hopefully you liked the way that it turned out!
To Reviewer Ariana – I'm so glad that you liked it! And I did eventually decide not to leave it there, so I hope that you like what I did with the story and that it's still cute!
To Reviewer SSJO4 Mewtwo – I really can't blame you for thinking that this would have some adult content in it, especially with a title like that. Originally, I'd planned to have it just be Batman sitting there thinking about those legs, but then I decided that I'd have to have some semblance of a plot and so Wondy walked in. And don't worry, my mind can be pretty perverted too. Therefore, hot and bothered is a compliment to me. Hehe.