A/N - Lemons ahead. Read at your own risk!
Back in the Batcave, B's hair was wet and his skin was damp when he emerged from the locker room in gym pants and a t-shirt.
"Oh," said Steph, waiting outside the door to put her suit away. "You mind if I take a quick shower, too, before we eat?" she asked him, excitement flooding her belly. Sex was almost certainly on the dessert menu if he'd already showered.
"Sure," B said, and the heat in his eyes almost made her combust on the spot. "Take your time," he added with a little smile which she barely managed to return, due to biting her tongue so hard to keep from bursting into flames.
Thank God she had worn her sexy lingerie, she thought to herself as she quickly washed off in the shower. This was crazy; she knew it was crazy. It was going to make her life so, so complicated if she slept with B. Because she knew it would be more than a one-night stand. How much more, she wasn't sure. Her brain was yelling at her that she'd damn well better find out before getting naked with Batman, but her hormones were giving her different advice.
It'll be fine, she promised herself. B cares about me.
And yeah, he did. But that didn't erase the complications with Tim and Brucie Wayne and her own colorful past. Steph sighed a little bit as she rinsed out her hair. She'd thought long and hard last night, when rosy dreams of B wouldn't let her sleep after he'd dropped her off.
Dating Bruce Wayne publicly would turn her life into a shitshow. She knew this. But she couldn't help but think that it would be worth it - if that's where B was indeed going with what appeared to be his intentional seduction, of course.
He looked up from the Batcomputer and smiled at her when she emerged from the locker room, and seeing him smile still did funny things to her insides. It was so hard to reconcile this new Bruce with the man she used to know, and that was probably a good thing, she thought to herself, because she wouldn't have wanted to date that old man. She was a kid and he was a grumpy adult mentor who felt a million years older than her.
But now, when she was feeling her confident adult self and B had somehow morphed into a sexy potential boyfriend? Um, yes please.
And holy crap, he was picking up her hand again and lacing his fingers into hers as he led her to the elevator, and Steph felt ready to explode from the tension. She gave him a shaky smile and the one he gave her back had a familiarity mixed in with the desire that reassured her and calmed her nerves. He was still Batman, after all, and Batman made everything feel safer.
He poured them both a glass of wine as she settled herself again on the stool at the kitchen island, preparing to watch him cook, suddenly feeling tongue-tied and shy. B seemed content to let the silence marinate as he pulled out pans and started taking food out of the refrigerator. Steph got shaken out of her stupor when she realized what he had assembled before him.
"You're cooking me steak?" she asked him with a growing smile as a chorus of angels directed by Cupid sang in her head.
"And asparagus," he said. "I have baked potatoes, too. I made them ahead of time. They just need to reheat."
"B," she murmured, not even trying to hide the sappy smile that was lighting up her face. "That's really nice," she said. The stars in her eyes seemed to make him inordinately happy, because his chest puffed up a little bit and Steph swore that his movements picked up a little bit of swagger as he began to cook. She swung her feet against the stool as he heated up the pans and prepped the food.
"You really like to cook, huh?" she asked him after a minute, noticing how easy and fluid his movements were and how much he clearly enjoyed what he was doing.
"I do," he said, smiling up at her. "I find it relaxing after patrol," he said. "And it's nice to eat a good meal after working so hard. Especially with good company," he smoothly added. Steph blushed.
"I never really learned how to cook," she said, just to say something, thinking of the vast quantities of peanut butter and jelly and ramen noodles that she consumed.
"I could teach you sometime," he offered as he put the steaks on.
"I'd rather watch you do it," she said honestly, and the look that he gave her when he turned around was pure sex. Her cheeks turned a brighter red and she bit her lip even as she smiled before looking down in embarrassment.
"You have a beautiful smile," B said. Holy fuck, Steph thought. She was totally getting laid tonight.
"Thank you," she said, shyly looking back up at him and giving him more of what he'd complimented. The tension in the air had gotten as thick as the steaks that he was cooking, and she let out a quiet, happy sigh as he turned around to put the asparagus on and pull the potatoes out of the fridge.
Steph sipped on her wine as he finished dinner, which didn't take long, and soon B was setting a plate before her and coming to sit next to her at the island, close enough that his knee was brushing up against hers. She was quite sure it wasn't an accident.
"Thank you for making this," she said to him, turning her head to look into his very nearby face.
"It's my pleasure, Steph," he responded in a low voice that resonated into her core and set her nerves to tingling. She smiled at him and their arms were so close that they touched as she picked up her fork and began to cut into her steak.
"Oh, my God," she said as she took a bite, almost moaning. "Fuck, B, this is amazing," she said around her mouthful of food, realizing belatedly how pornographic her enthusiasm was. Which B not only also realized, but appreciated, if the eagerly intense look in his eyes was any indication.
"I'm glad you like it," he said in a way that sent shivers down her spine.
"I do," she said, smiling happily as a floaty sensation overtook her. "You're being so good to me, B," she said, leaning into his arm a little bit as she continued to eat.
Two could flirt.
"You deserve good things," he said back to her, pressing up against her with some arm leaning of his own. "And I like giving them to you."
A tiny, happy sound escaped from her throat and she was sure that he heard it, because she felt him smile, even though she wasn't looking. God, her panties were wet. It was good she had brought extra, Steph thought.
"What's your favorite food?" she asked as she picked up some asparagus with her fingers and began to munch on it.
"Honestly?" he said, taking the time to think about it. "My mom didn't cook much, because we had Alfred, you know?" he said. Steph's heart lurched sideways. When did B ever, ever, talk about his parents? But here he was, sharing a memory with her.
"But there was this one dish my mom always made by herself for Passover," he went on. "It was something her mom had made so it had good memories for her. A sweet potato mina."
"I didn't know you were Jewish," Steph said, faintly surprised. B gave her a wry smile.
"I don't practice anymore," he said. "I should," he sighed. "Or at least go to Kate's for Passover every year," he said, referencing his cousin Kate Kane. "Alfred's not Jewish, although he would have seen to taking me to synagogue and Hebrew School if I'd wanted him to, but once my mom was gone…" He trailed off before swallowing hard. "It hurt too much," he admitted in a quiet, thick voice.
"What's a mina?" Steph asked him gently, bringing him back to the present.
"Oh," B said with a relieved smile. "A mina is an unusual dish. You don't eat leavened bread for Passover, right? So you know the matzos?"
"Yeah," she said, thinking how the boxes of large crackers filled an end aisle of the grocery store every year around Easter time when all the chocolate bunnies were out.
"Well, you soak the matzos in water a little bit until they get soft like noodles. But not too long, or they'll fall apart and turn into mush. And then you make a lasagna type dish with them, layering the ingredients on the matzos. And that's a mina."
"That sounds really cool," Steph smiled at him.
"It was fun to make," B said with a fond smile. "I loved watching my mom soak the matzos and she'd let me feel them so I'd learn to know when they were done. And she'd let me soak a few of my own and play with them and eat them, too," he laughed. Steph's heart melted. It was so good to hear B sound truly happy for once and the fact that it was over a memory of his mom, and that he'd shared it with her - she found herself pressing her cheek into his shoulder.
"Thank you for telling me about your mom," she said softly as he looked down at her head in surprise.
"She would have liked you," he said, smiling.
"Yeah?" Steph said, lifting her head up to grin at him with all the excited warm fuzzies that his statement had just given her.
"Yeah," he said back, his eyes warm and soft and fond as he looked at her. "She would have loved what a strong, caring woman you are," he said, his mouth crinkling into a smile as his eyes softened in warm affection. Her breath faltered and she picked up her fork again to concentrate on finishing her insanely delicious dinner, because B was too much, right now, with his approval and compliments and family stories. She would be damned if she cried and ruined the mood, so she ate.
B ate too, taking his time and sipping his wine and stealing little glances down at her every other second. She saw them, though, because she was sneaking glances up at him, too.
A heavy silence fell as their plates emptied. Steph fiddled with her mostly empty wine glass, taking a little sip for something to do as her heart rate sped up and her nerves lit on fire.
"Can I ask you something?" B said after a thoughtful minute of watching her.
"Sure," Steph gulped, finally daring to look squarely at him. He reached over and set her wine glass down, picking up her hand that had been holding it and pulling it over in front of him so that she had to turn slightly sideways and face him. His second hand came to hers and began gently playing her fingers.
"What would you think," he said slowly, "about publicly dating Bruce Wayne?" Steph's breath caught. "Because I would date you secretly if that's what you want," he said quietly, lifting her hand up to his mouth now and pressing a kiss to a fingertip. A few tears fought their way to the surface of her eyes.
"I'm not going to lie," he went on somberly. "You know how brutal it would be for you if you dated me out in the open. The paparazzi would ferret out every detail of your life and your parents' lives and spread it all over the papers and the internet," he said. "I would completely understand if you don't want that," he added, kissing another finger as her breathing increased.
"I feel like an asshole for even asking you to consider it," he murmured as he rubbed his thumb along her palm, now. "Especially after everything you've been through. And you don't have to decide now," he added. "We could date secretly for a while first and go public later if you wanted to," he said. "Or never go public."
"Would you want to go public?" Steph asked, staring into his eyes. "It would be hell for you, too," she pointed out. "Especially with Tim."
"I know," he muttered, sighing. "It would be," he said helplessly."And I don't want to put Tim through that - but, God, Steph -" he said abruptly - "I want you in my whole life. I know it's selfish," he said, squeezing her hand more tightly. "And I would never force you into that, but -"
"Yes," Steph said. He paused and looked at her.
"Yes…?" he asked her slowly, barely daring to hope.
"Yes," she choked out around the tears that were beginning to clog her throat. "I know it will be a nightmare, B," she said, using the back of her free hand to impatiently wipe her eyes, "and I know I should care more than I do, but I just don't," she said with a fondly resigned smile. He was looking at her with a mixture of awe and affection and she managed a ragged laugh.
"I want to be with you and I would not be able to stand not being in your whole life," she said honestly, "Brucie Wayne and paparazzi and Tim and all," she finished with a rueful smile.
"Baby," B breathed out, his eyes glowing, and then he was dropping her hand and using both of his to take hold of her face instead. He surged forward on his stool and kissed her, hot and possessive and desperate and needy. Steph choked on a sob but she kissed him back, her hands climbing up to clutch the front of his t-shirt as he passionately pressed kiss after kiss into her mouth, his tongue speaking for him better than he could manage with words at the moment.
Said tongue was a lightning rod sending electricity down to her stomach and clit and out through her toes as she moaned into his kisses, earning echoing sounds out of his throat. Before she knew it, he was standing in front of her stool, still kissing her, but deeper now, as his leg worked its way in between hers.
Steph immediately crossed an ankle around his calf to draw him closer. B's moans turned into a low growl and then he was scooping her up and setting her on the island. His hands ran all over her back as her arms went around his neck and hung on while they fueled their making out with not only all of their pent-up attraction and desire for each other, but also with their long years of mutual loneliness and isolation.
"B," Steph murmured happily, hugging her legs around his waist when his lips finally let her mouth go, only to travel across her jaw and down her neck. She felt the tears start again and this time she didn't bother to try to stop them as she arched her back into his kisses and clung to him, shivering into his groin and mouth. The wonder that B could be hers overwhelmed her with happiness and lust and pulled a tiny whimpering cry out of her throat. He hummed his approval into her neck at the sound.
"Can we take this upstairs?" he breathed into her ear.
"Yes," Steph sniffed, wrapping her arms and legs tighter around him and pressing herself to his chest.
He gave her a feral grin as he picked her up off the counter and carried her out of the kitchen, Steph wrapped around him like an octopus as his hands firmly supported her ass - and rubbed it, too, which inspired her to wiggle her crotch tighter against his erection, making him chuckle even though it was around a heated groan.
"Are you on birth control?" he asked her as he carried her up the stairs.
"Yeah," Steph said. "I have an IUD."
"Good," he grunted. He looked down at her.
"I'm clean," he said. "I got tested when I got home and I haven't been with anyone for two years. Couldn't go fucking up the time line," he said with a wry smile.
"I'm clean, too," Steph said. "I haven't been with anyone since Dean and they tested me when I was pregnant."
B looked at her in shock, pausing in his ascent.
"You and Tim didn't…?" he said hoarsely. Steph shook her head no.
"Fuck, Steph," he said, letting out a huge breath. He pressed his forehead to hers.
"I would have gone forward with this regardless," he said, "but I feel a lot better suddenly about how Tim is going to handle it."
Steph reached up to kiss him again, but he only gave her a brief peck before continuing to climb the stairs and make his way to his bedroom. He sat her down on his sleekly modern king size bed before shutting and locking the door, snapping the lights on as he came back over.
"I'll still use a condom if you want," he said as he sat down beside her but she shook her head no.
"With anyone else I'd say yes, but I trust you not to lie to me," she said, leaning into his side. "About your health, anyway," she said after a brief pause, making him bust out laughing deep in his belly.
"I'm not going to lie to you about anything, anymore," he said, though, kissing the side of her head as he began running his fingers through her still damp hair.
"Really?" Steph said in surprise and he nodded at her seriously.
"I don't want to fuck this up with you," B said with an earnestness that had hints of melancholy undertones, unsurprising given his past relationship history. "If I can't tell you something - or don't want to - then I'll just say so," he said. "I want to be honest with you." Steph gave him a soft smile.
"That means a lot," she said, and it really did. Because when had B ever not had layers upon layers of secrets and more secrets and private motivations and endgames and schemes and plans? And when had he ever hesitated to lie to his sidekicks or colleagues when it suited his purposes?
"You mean a lot to me," B said, trailing a hand down her side. "More than I ever could have imagined that you would," he said quietly, and then he was kissing her again, slow and sweet this time, as both hands skimmed up and down her sides while her hands cradled his face.
It wasn't long before he was gently lifting her sweater up and over her head, and he purred in approval when he saw the sexy bra she had on underneath, not even blanching at her scars from Black Mask.
"Was this for me?" he asked her with a panty-melting look, sliding a finger underneath one of the lavender straps.
"Yeah," Steph giggled. "I was kind of hoping we might end up here tonight," she said mischievously, making him growl as he lowered his head to her pushed up cleavage. He began to kiss and lick his way along the exposed parts of her breasts, his tongue and lips tracing over and under scars, letting her know that he saw them and both cared about what happened but also didn't mind them in a way that made her sigh contentedly into his hair.
Her hands gently held his head as he moved over her chest, her fingers playing with his curls and massaging his ears. One of his hands came up to cup a breast over her bra and Steph moaned, her stomach clenching with need and want and her mind wondering if Dean had been that bad at sex or if it felt that much better because it was B.
Well, who was she kidding?
Dean had sucked.
But B was really fucking good and the fact that it was him touching her was making it that much better. His mouth found its way down to suck on a lace-covered nipple and Steph muffled a cry when he lightly bit down on it.
"Let me hear you," he pleaded, raising his head up to look at her hungrily. "I sent Alfred out of town for the weekend," he added with a smirk, making Steph not only laugh, but also relax, because she honestly was a fan of noisy sex, but not of being overheard, which was why she tried to mostly masturbate when her mom was at work. Holding moans in was just no fun.
"You gonna send him and Damian out of town every date night?" she asked breathily as he resumed his attentions to her increasingly taut nipples, rolling the one that wasn't in his mouth between his fingers.
"Actually," B said, lifting his head up again, "I was thinking I'd soundproof my bedroom."
"Really?" Steph said, falling out of the moment in genuine shock, mingled with amusement at Batman's super practical solution. He gave her a little half smile.
"It's been a really, really, really long time since I've had anyone up here," he said, and Steph knew he'd been fucking Cat on the regular for years before he'd gone and kind-of-died, but hearing that Catwoman had never been in his bedroom? That made Steph feel kind of special.
"I figured we could redecorate, too, since they're going to have to lay new drywall over the sound barriers," he said. "I want you to feel like this is your room, too, and you belong here." Steph could tell that her eyes were going to be leaking more water than her mom's broken faucet before the night was over, because B had basically just told her that he was in this for the long run.
"You are so good to me, B," she said for the second time that night, making his face go tender.
"Damn right I am," he teased, though, "because I know how much purple is going to end up in this room." Steph's happiness bubbled out of her in a laugh and she pulled him down until he was laying on top of her and kissing her, stroking her face and her boobs and her stomach until she was tugging at his shirt.
"Take this off," she pouted. He complied with a grin and she sighed happily when his bare chest was pressing up against her and her fingers could trace over his muscular back.
"Do your panties match?" he murmured in her ear after a few more minutes of playful cuddling.
"Look and see," she smiled, rubbing one of her legs along his.
"I believe I will," he grinned, leaning back on his legs to undo her jeans and pull them down her shimmying hips.
"Oh, my God," he groaned happily a second later. "Is that a thong?" he asked her delightedly when he saw the narrow band circling her hips with the barest bit of lace covering her neatly trimmed bush.
"Yep," Steph smirked.
"Roll over, baby," he pleaded. "I've got to see it from behind," he begged.
"Are you an ass man?" she asked with a smile as she flipped onto her stomach and showed off her curvy butt.
"I'm a Steph man," B said completely seriously, making her choke on an unexpected sob of emotion as his hands stroked her bare ass reverentially.
"It's ok, baby girl," he murmured as he pressed a gentle kiss to one of her butt cheeks while she tried to stifle her sudden sobs with a fist. "Cry as much as you want to," he said while he gently kneaded her ass.
"I'm gonna be such a weepy mess," Steph protested weakly, as he started working his thumbs deeper into her muscles.
"Good," B said, pausing and keeping a hand on her ass while stretching out to lay next to her, their eyes meeting as Steph lay with her head turned sideways on her folded arms.
"I want you to feel safe enough to fall apart for me," he rumbled, his blue eyes flickering with a protective possessiveness that made her insides melt as tears began leaking more freely out of her eyes.
"I always feel safe with you, B," she sniffed, and then his hand was sliding up her back to undo her bra clasp as he tenderly kissed her, before rolling her onto her back, kissing her more as he slowly slid her bra straps off of her arms and tossed it off the bed.
Steph felt all of her nightmare-induced longing for him build up in her core until she was almost shaking with the relief of finally, finally having B in her arms, on top of her, holding her, keeping villains and loneliness at bay. He reached for her hands and laced them through his while he ground his cock against her dripping pussy, all while kissing her so deeply that Steph knew she was becoming hopelessly lost in the maze of Bruce Wayne.
His hands had gone back to gently fondling and caressing all over her body before he slowly worked his mouth back down to her chest, licking and sucking at her bare nipples now. Steph moaned with urgency and thrust her chest up into his mouth as he played. B grunted his approval around his mouthful of boob and slipped his hand lower down her belly until he was sliding his fingers along her barely there thong strap and into her slit, making her moan and grind harder against him. He teasingly dragged his fingers up and down her folds, not quite making their way under her panties or inside her, and she began whimpering with frustration.
"B," she pouted. He grinned up at her before reaching for her thong straps and working it down her legs, before impatiently shucking his own gym pants, revealing that he'd gone commando. Steph groaned in delight and reached for him, temporarily forgetting about her mission to get his fingers inside of her, but he was all the way down at her ankles.
"Come here," she bossily ordered, sitting up and beckoning. He smiled eagerly and crawled forward until his cock met her waiting hand.
"Holy hard-on, B," Steph smirked, making him chuckle even around his sexy groan when she wrapped her fingers around him to fondle and explore how he felt against her palm. She rubbed her thumb over his opening, making his breath hitch, before reaching back to cup his balls, squeezing and gently rolling them in her hand, grinning at their heavy weight - and at the way that B was starting to lose it with the hoarse sounds he was making. Steph abruptly pushed him back onto his haunches and dove face down, sliding her mouth around his cock almost before he realized what she was up to.
"Fuck, Steph," he groaned out, instinctively tangling his fingers in her hair as she began to suck him deeper into her mouth. She lifted her head slightly to smile at him with his cock protruding from her lips and the sound that erupted from his throat when they made eye contact was, hands down, the most delicious noise that she had ever heard in her life.
Still keeping her eyes locked with his, she slurped her way down to his balls until his cock was buried all the way inside her mouth, its tip down her throat. Steph put their meditative relaxation techniques to good use as she suppressed her gag reflex for a long minute before pulling up and then starting to slide her way up and down his shaft.
At first, she popped off the tip each time, which his little jerks of pleasure told her that he loved, but soon she couldn't resist taking him deep and hard, because the feeling of having B's cock filling her whole mouth and stuffed down her throat was too damn good. She was moaning, too, and her pussy dripped while she drooled and sucked him off. B, for his part, was emitting the most gargled, agonizingly pleased sounds of wonder and arousal and joy until he abruptly pulled out and held her at arm's length.
"Fuck," he breathed out, panting hard and hoarse with the strain of holding back his orgasm. He slid his eyes down to look at her as she smugly smiled up at him. "I am a lucky man," he growled with a twinkle in his eye.
"Uh huh," Steph agreed, rolling over to lay on her back and propping her arms behind her head in a very self-satisfied manner.
"Mm," B murmured, his face taking on a wicked gleam which made her raise an eyebrow as he slowly and deliberately crawled down the bed to line his face up with her pussy.
She held her breath in anticipation as his fingers gently opened her up, exposing her clit, and then his tongue was on her, wet and hot and insistently seeking how to draw out the very best noises that she was capable of producing. Steph gasped as he sucked and licked at her, occasionally using a flat wide tongue to lick deeper into her slit. She let out a sharp whine and tugged tight on his hair when he sucked especially hard on her nub while sliding a finger inside of her.
"B," Steph whimpered as his long, calloused finger began feeling around for her g-spot. A cry escaped her when he found it and then his finger was pumping her and his mouth was sucking her and his tongue was everywhere at once, it felt like. She stopped trying to hold back her frantic whines and began thrusting her hips in time with his finger.
"That's it, baby," B murmured against her dripping folds. "Just like that," he breathed before his wet tongue was swirling incantations on her clit again. And holy fuck, he was adding another finger and hitting the exact right spot every time he thrust - God bless Batman's drive for perfection and precision, Steph thought haphazardly as she sobbed and moaned and pleaded with him.
All of a sudden, his thrusting went from feeling really damn good to amazing. Steph wasn't sure what gave away how close she was, but he clearly noticed, because he started pressing down hard on her mound with the heel of his left hand as his right hand kept thrusting against that one perfect spot deep inside her. The combined pressure made Steph gasp as her pussy throbbed. B's tongue kept relentlessly massaging her clit until suddenly she snapped, thunder and lightning and rain hitting her core all at once while she wailed incoherent nonsense into her orgasm over the sound of B's low growls of approval.
He didn't let up, either, massaging her into a second orgasm right on the tail end of her first until Steph felt the strength of it burst a dam she hadn't known existed, making her squirt fluid onto him. B didn't seem to mind at all- in fact, he was practically humming with delight as she gushed all over him, still crying and coming so, so hard. It had been so damn long since someone other than herself had touched her, and it had never been this good. She was so damn glad it was B and holy crap, did he have magic hands and an enchanted tongue.
The aftershocks as she came down with his fingers still inside of her were more intense than some of the orgasms she'd had in the past when masturbating, Steph realized with delight. She brought her hands up to wipe her eyes as a few more happy sobs left her and then B was hovering over her, his eyes staring so tenderly down into hers. She smiled up at him with her tear-streaked face and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Ready?" he asked her softly and she nodded, her pussy twitching again with excitement even though she had just come so hard - because it was B, and he was about to fuck her, and she wanted him more than she'd ever wanted anyone in her life, and not just for sex.
He bent his head to give her a gentle kiss before he took his cock and found her opening, sliding inside of her with a groan as he held her face with one hand, keeping eye contact. As Steph lay on her back staring up at him, she could hardly believe that it was Bruce Wayne who she was doing this with - her B, who she'd known for so many years, who used to intimidate the fuck out of her and be nothing more than the scary face under the cowl of Batman.
But now he was also the sexy-as-fuck Bruce Wayne who she felt like she was just beginning to know, and she could hardly wrap her mind around the fact that this was happening to her - Stephanie Brown, former Dead Robin, who had once thought that she had permanently lost everything good in her life. But here she was with Batman's cock inside of her.
Steph whimpered when he was all the way in, arching up into his chest so she could hang tighter onto his neck. B gripped the back of her head and kissed her so deeply and possessively that she began to cry, even as she lifted her pelvis to grind tighter against him.
"You ok, sweetheart?" he asked her, his breath mingling with hers as he spoke mere millimeters away from her mouth. His eyes still managed somehow to be gentle amidst the glowing primal victory dance of sparks raging inside of them, and Steph's heart melted.
"I'm ok," she whispered brokenly up to him. "I'm just so glad it's you," she sniffed.
"Oh, Steph," he breathed out, his blue eyes getting softer as they hovered over hers. "I'm glad it's you, too, baby," he murmured against her lips before he started kissing her hot and hard.
Then his hands were cradling her cheeks as Steph made little noises of relief and joy that fell somewhere between laughing and crying. He pulled his hips back and thrust up into her, hard and sure, quickly finding a rhythm that she matched. She kept crying as she fucked him back, letting out all of her pain and longing and desperate need in sharp, hot blows, finally feeling safe and protected, like she belonged somewhere and to someone - someone who would never let her go again. She hoped, anyway.
They fucked each other with their eyes as passionately as with their bodies until she got dizzy from how happy and comforted and swallowed up by him she felt. On top of her, B was reveling in her like she was something amazing and wonderful that he, too, could barely believe was his. When her moans got feverish as he pounded into the perfect spot, he slipped his hand down to her clit and began rubbing gentle circles over her tightly throbbing nub.
"Come for me again, Steph," he begged her. She whimpered in frustration as she tried to fall over the edge but couldn't quite get there.
"What do you need, baby?" he hummed as he continued his relentless pattern of thrusting and massaging, bringing his other hand up to tease a nipple.
"Tell me something nice," she gasped out as she hovered on the edge. "About me," she clarified with a hint of a grin. His eyes lit up with wicked delight.
"You've always been my good girl," he growled, punctuating his words with sharp thrusts. Steph gasped and came hard, arching off the bed on his cock as waves of dizzying pleasure shot through her. B pumped inside her a few more times, and then he was coming, too, riding her waves out with her as he moaned in her ear for a few delicious seconds that stretched out long and hazy but were still too short.
Afterwards, he collapsed on top of her with his cock still buried inside of her joyously quivering pussy that wouldn't stop twitching and spasming as she came down. Steph drank in B's long, wet kisses and hugged him tight as she sniffed away her tears, before wrapping her legs around his muscular butt to keep him trapped inside her a few blissful minutes longer, but she didn't have to worry; her Bat wasn't going anywhere.
In fact, he was cradling his head against her shoulder and nestling into her chest, cozy and comfortable. Her fingers found their way into his curly hair, and she stroked his scalp and pressed little kisses onto his forehead until her eyes drifted closed and her mind began to catch up to her actions.
Holy shit. She'd just fucked Batman.
But, also - she'd just fucked Bruce Wayne, and that was the terrifying part.
Fucking B? And dating him? Hell, Steph felt mostly ok with that.
B was familiar and safe and spent his life in the shadows where a love affair seemed far less scary to consider, even if the rest of the Batfam gave them shit about it. But Bruce Wayne? The motherfuckin' billionaire? Lord. Steph couldn't even wrap her head around all the ways that her world was about to change.
"You're amazing, Steph," B mumbled. She opened her eyes to meet his sleepy, satisfied, oh so happy ones, and the panic in her chest slowly downgraded a few notches.
"You're amazing, too, B," she smiled back at him before letting out a long, slow sigh, that wasn't entirely made of afterglow.
"You ok?" he asked her gently, his Batsenses picking up on the hints of her distress.
"Yeah," she whispered. "Feeling a little scared about the whole Bruce Wayne thing suddenly," she said honestly. "But I still want to go public," she said, gripping him a little tighter. "It's just -"
"Overwhelming," he filled in for her. "I know," he reassured her. He gave a self-deprecatory laugh.
"Honestly, Steph?" he said to her. "It's overwhelming for me, too," he said wryly. "But don't tell anyone," he whispered with a wink. He shifted himself around more comfortably in her arms. "That's partly why I'm so glad you're willing to date Brucie," he said a little shyly, and wow.
Steph would not have ever thought that B had such a vulnerable side. Well - scratch that. She had never seen Batman with chinks in his emotional armor until she came back from the dead, and then she'd seen deeper into his broken soul than she ever could have imagined was possible.
And the Bruce who she'd been getting to know the last few weeks had definitely been showing her bigger pieces of the whole human being instead of the masked symbol he maintained to so many others, most of the Batfamily included. But to hear that being Brucie freaked him out, too? Steph felt her heart squeezing out tenderness as she caressed his head.
"It'll be ok, right?" she asked him a little nervously.
"We'll make it ok," he promised her. "I'll do whatever it takes to help you adjust."
"Ok," she said softly, allowing herself to take comfort in B's reassurances. She wanted this and she wanted him. She'd always maintained that there was room for hope in their line of work. Maybe she could hang onto a little of that hope for herself - and for them.
A/N - More to come! This fic is completely written. I'm posting one new chapter a night.
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