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White Queen to Black Knight

Chapter 12

It's the way you love me
It's a feeling like this
It's centrifugal motion
Its perpetual bliss

It's that pivotal moment
It's impossible
This kiss, this kiss (Unstoppable)
This kiss, this kiss

Cinderella said to Snow White
How does love get so off course
All I wanted was a white knight
With a good heart, soft touch, fast horse

Ride me off into the sunset
Baby, I'm forever yours

This Kiss, Faith Hill

Bruce Wayne and Alina Witter played like the children they once were in the pool that sunny afternoon. Bruce actually could not even remember ever being in the pool. His life had always been so singularly focused on his quest he had left no room for love, or fun, or just goofing around. Alina got tired and pulled out one of the sleeper floats and laid on it while he placed his head beside her and floated. The sun made them temporarily lazy but they still talked quietly about nothing and everything. He told her he couldn't remember ever using the pool he had always been so busy with all the other things he had filled his life with.

"You never take any time for yourself Bruce. I hope I can convince you to change that. You will be so much happier having more than a single minded pursuit that is desperate and frustrating, a never ending quest can never be realized. It is like chasing the Holy Grail. No matter how hard you fight, there will always be crime, there will always be evil, there will always be corruption. God gave us free will and turned humanity loose on itself, sat back and watched people both destroy and love each other. It's like a cosmic social experiment. What we see around us is the outcome. We both believe, or at least try to believe, that good trumps evil eventually. But you cannot do it single handedly. It is not your sole responsibility, as Bruce Wayne or Batman."

"And what about you Alina? Looking at your pictures, you have surely seen the most horrific abuses one human can put upon another. Do you really believe good trumps evil? You said the first day you were here that it was hard to find enough good people to put in your collection. If that is true, does good truly trump evil? And what will you do when this piece, this masterpiece is finished?"

"I think that I found the most extreme in evil, but there are thousands, maybe millions atrocities committed every day across the world. What I need to find to balance the scales are those soldiers fighting on the front lines, pulling their buddies out of burning humvees or going through the door first in case of bombs or guns on the other side or a hundred different heroic acts that I learned of when I was there, or aid workers in Ethiopia or the Sudan risking their lives every moment to bring food and medicine to the villages there, or the guy who having his own boat full with his family in the tragedy of Katrina made room for the drowning man and his child to take them to whatever safety they could find. I could find thousands of heroes, both alive and posthumously from 9/11, a seemingly forgotten tragedy of infinite proportions. There is good out there Bruce, we just have to look for it. The news sure as hell doesn't report it, beyond the occasional 'dog saved by motorist' story. While I traveled I did get pictures and stories of the aid workers and Iraq and Afghanistan soldiers. They are all heroes. I won't have to travel there again, thank God and bless the people who choose to be there or are there because that is where they are ordered to be. But I still have more to find to balance the scales. Maybe you can go with me. Maybe Batman or Bruce Wayne will choose to be photographed. After this piece is finished, it has been so consuming, I will just do the celebrity scene, if I photograph at all. Celebrity photography is probably not as gruesome as what I have seen, but it might be just as dangerous." She laughed at the thought. "And I can also write Bruce. I don't have a decent computer for it now, but my agent and publisher are clamoring for my next book, and sadly I have no idea what to write about."

"You could write about two fictional characters fighting good and evil and struggling with the consequences. I like the whole good vs. evil, God and free will philosophy stuff. There is a lot you could do with that."

"The characters dress up in rubber costumes, or titanium or whatever it is, fight crime with cool gadgets and cars. Sounds like a comic book."

"Yeah, it does, doesn't it? But in this story they have lots of sex, and that is definitely not the stuff of comic books, at least not most comic books. Especially not the way you write sex. I read one of your books. I do read occasionally."

"My books are not high art, Bruce. When Alfred said to 'crack a book now and then' I don't think he was talking about my stuff. And as far as sex in comic books, there was this one based on The Story of O that was pretty hot, very hot, but probably not the usual comic book scene."

"So they have lots of sex. There is lots of practice fighting and grappling that turns into sweaty sex. And they agree on virtually nothing except sex."

"Bruce, I got the sex part. They'll have lots and lots of it. They'll have completely shameless sex in every room of their gigantic mansion driving their patient and indulgent butler crazy, and in every car, except the Lamborghini. It's too small. And in the office building. And in the Batmobile."

Bruce laughed. "You think the Lamborghini is too small? The Batmobile would be impossible. I don't even think two people could fit."

"That just means we would have to get creative." They both got quiet knowing what was coming but enjoying just playing with each other. It had been so long since either of them had had someone to be whimsical with. Bruce had never even considered the possibility, or known what it felt like, and he liked it. He liked it a lot, and just enjoyed the moment. Alina quietly asked him a more serious question. "So Bruce, what will you do when you hang up Batman's mantle? You already have people running your company. Your foundation could use some attention."

"Our children will need our attention. The Black Knight retires when the White Queen has their little pawn."

Alina giggled at that and leaned forward to kiss him. "I am not on any birth control, Bruce. Unless you plan on using condoms, which by the way, I hate, I could be pregnant soon. Are you really ready for that?"

"Yes, I'm ready. I always used condoms before but it will be a relief not to. Why do you hate them so much?"

"I want to feel you explode inside me. I want to feel our fluids mix. I don't get that with condoms. And Bruce there is something else you should know. That school in Switzerland… it was a spy school. It was where I learned martial arts, fencing, guns, knives, the voice that makes you hard without fail, breaking into computers, all that stuff spies do. It is also where I learned sex."

Bruce looked at her truly confused, so she continued. "I was a virgin when I left here. I dated everyone and had sex with no one. I only wanted you and you only wanted Rachel. So part of my training in Switzerland prepared me for the Himalayas and part of it prepared me to seduce a man, to make love, to fuck."

He was curious now. "In some ways they taught you to be a courtesan. How?"

"I'm glad you didn't say whore, because that was not the intent. The men that were there, very well endowed for the most part, but not all and that was also part of the training, were our teachers and were the best of the best in lovemaking. I was taught to give and take pleasure. Most people never learn those skills, except by experimentation and often years of practice. Most men, despite television and movies, don't know how to give a good, even a great orgasm to a woman. Most women don't know how to respond. Most women stumble into how to give head. I was taught how to give it the best, most incredible way. There was no position, no opening, no possibility we were not taught. Bondage and S&M were not part of the package however. Everything was taught lovingly, probably more so for me because all the men desperately wanted to please me. But what you really need to know Bruce is that there has been no one since. No rapes, and no voluntary interactions of any kind. Until you kissed me on the dojo that day, I had not kissed anyone since Switzerland."

"So you went through all of that, learned all those skills, and never used them? Why?"

"Bruce, I have used all those skills except the actual sexual act part. How do you think I survived the Himalayas? Or the villages of good people and monsters? Or how I beat you in the dojo? Or how I broke the Joker's body? Or have the voice you crave to hear? I learned all that there. I never had sex with anyone because I always hoped it would be you. It has been almost 8 years."

"You are virtually a virgin, Alina."

"I guess so, if you look at in terms of time. In terms of experience, I am definitely not. Are you ok with that?"

Bruce flipped her off the float, laughing. "Baby I am better than ok with it." He gently took her hand and pressed it to his rock hard staff. He always seemed to be hard, but her story, the possibilities excited him even more.

Alina rubbed him, applying just enough pressure, making him moan. She was standing very close to him, but far enough away to keep her hand moving. "Don't you think it is time to do something about this?"

"Right here, out in the open? I thought we would wait till later."

"I think we can go all night long baby. We can just start now. The only person around is Alfred, and at best he would be discrete and at worst he will tease us. I want you Bruce. My body has been perpetually ready for you since the first day I was back."

Bruce and Batman had also been waiting and ready. Her invitation was all it took to shake him into action. Bruce grabbed and pulled her to him, none to gently. He rapidly untied her string bikini until she was naked before him, the water protecting her body from exposure to other eyes. "God you are beautiful. I cannot touch you enough. I'm full of raw need for you. And it isn't just because I've been hard for you for days on end. I don't just want you, I need every part of you, I need your mind, your body, your heart. I would kill anyone who touched you, even touched you Alina! You didn't see it earlier, but when Joker touched you I almost broke the glass to hurt him? Kill him? I'm not sure what I was going to do then. But I know now Alina. I feel predatory and possessive more than I ever thought possible."

Alina lightly wrapped her legs around him, holding his eyes, letting him slip into her mind, she slipped into his. She wrapped her toes beyond the elastic waist his shorts had and slowly slipped them off of him while he waited, stunned somewhat at how erotic the whole situation was. He had had women before, more than he cared to acknowledge, but there was never anyone like Alina. They had only been reunited for a few days, but the slipping in and out of minds, the arguments and challenges, the completeness of being with her, she was it and he was in love, more than he could ever have imagined. After he stepped out of his shorts leaving them at the bottom of the pool, Alina wrapped her legs tighter around him.

"I want you to feel that way, Bruce. I want you to possess me, mind and body. I am yours completely. Just don't break me. Don't break my heart. I couldn't take it. Getting killed as Batman would break me completely." Her teasing voice came back, "Water is not very conducive to intercourse, but it makes an excellent pre-cursor to it. I think you should be kissing me now Bruce. I'm already rubbing against you. You and I both know we could just skip the preliminaries, but show me what you got baby before we get to the big bang."

He fisted his hand in her long hair, pulling downward so her face was upward looking at him. His mind spoke to her as he held her impossibly close, "You are mine. No one else can or will ever have you. I am going to fill you every possible way. You will forever be marked as mine. There is no going back, Alina. I love you."

Tears filled her eyes at hearing those words from him. His mouth came crashing down on hers, pushing himself into her opening mouth, forcing her to take him. Their tongues dueled and sucked and explored aggressively. She knew Batman had come out to play, but she could meet him every step of the way. He lifted her up out of the water, bringing her breasts to his mouth. His mouth took a nipple and started to draw on it, pulling and stretching her until it was painful, but even the pain was shooting excitement through her body flooding her channel with her liquid. He moved them back against the pool stairs setting her carefully on the top step where he could reach both nipples, sucking, pulling it into his mouth as if he was trying to swallow her whole breast. She moaned at the pain and pleasure sensation, which brought his fingers to her channel, inserting one and then two into her slick channel. She was right about the water, she was not wet enough to take him easily, and he wasn't ready to take her anyway. He had more he needed from her. Inserting a third finger and pumping powerfully into her he felt her first orgasm tremble down his fingers. She was very responsive. She moaned as the tremors shook her body and automatically pulled him closer. He began kissing her again while he lifted her completely out of the water and laid her on the tile surrounding the pool. He raised himself up over her on his elbows and arms, his rock hard dick lined up with her center, but just pressed against her, so long he reached her abdomen. She started thrusting against him while he kissed her deeply. He laughed a very deep very aroused laugh and she opened her eyes. "Not yet baby. I am not nearly through with you. Be patient."

She went into his mind, trying not to whine but she was so ready she could hardly help it, "Now Bruce, now. I can't wait. I'm right there. Please."

He just smiled at her, teasing and smug, and slid down her body. "You've had one orgasm already. There are so many more to come, baby."

"I saw that smug smile. You get too smug I might have to hurt you," she teased.

"You don't want to hurt me, Alina. You want me to finish what we started, which I absolutely intend to do."

He reached the opening of her core and spread her wet lips. He started licking her sweetness, the roughness of his tongue making her moan again. His thumb easily found her swollen clit and started rubbing circles while his tongue kept licking, like a cat licking the last of the milk from a bowl. He pointed his tongue and pierced the depth of her channel going as far as he could into her. He continued moving his tongue in and out as his thumb increased its pressure. He could feel her right on the edge and he was going to leave her there for a bit, letting the tension build until she screamed when she came. He kept speeding up and slowing down on her clit, increasing and decreasing the pressure. She started to thrash and beg for him to give her release, but he refused. He kept his thumb where it was and moved his body up to her mouth, ravaging her mouth again, feeding her own liquid to her, letting her taste herself. He moved over to that little sensitive place behind her ear he had found before, and stroking it with his tongue while she started bucking again, desperate for him to enter her. He slid down further sucking on her breasts, more gently this time and then surprising her by twisting her nipples, sending another rush of fluid through. He slid down further licking and sucking her, making marks all over her body. He finally reached her core again and licked at the latest fluid that had poured out of her. She'd had at least three, maybe four orgasms, and he didn't think he could wait any longer. He slid his body up hers, this time positioning himself to finally enter her. He tried to go in slow, she was extremely wet and he thought he could just slide in, but he was too big, enormous by this time and she was so very tight he didn't see how he could go fast, but she pushed herself down on him and with her legs wrapped around him pushing him up into her. Almost instantly he was buried deep into her heat and she had screamed out as he got there. He waited a few seconds to let her adjust but she would have none of that. "You are not hurting me Bruce. Rough is fine. Move. I want to feel you moving inside of me."

Bruce took her at word and started to move, hard and deep. He was more Batman then Bruce now, and they both knew it. He would take his pleasure, and she would be pleasured by that. His strokes were hard and deep, pounding her cervix, brushing her g-spot, and rubbing her clit with every entry and almost exit. He went faster and faster, she orgasmed and screamed, but still he was not done. He kept going, both of them sweating and breathing impossibly hard, a couple not in as good of shape would have collapsed by now. For every stroke she lifted her hips to meet him, harder and harder, their bodies pounding together, the sound of slapping with ever stroke. Bruce thought it was impossible for him to get any larger, any harder, but he could feel himself expanding within her, and she could to. He could not hold back any more. "Alina, baby, I gotta come. I can't hold back anymore. You are amazing."

"Bruce, do it. Fill me up. Drive deep inside of me and pour it out. I'll come again when you do."

A couple more strokes, off rhythm and he let go his hot seed and she cried out her final orgasm. He could feel her body contracting, tightening to pull every last drop from him. He fell on top of her, slightly to the side.

"Don't pull out. Let's just lay here a while and enjoy it."

"At this moment I would do anything in the world for you."

"Well, I'm not asking for that much." She laughed in his head.

A while later they started to get uncomfortable, pool tile isn't really meant for resting or sleeping on, so they swam over to the other side of the pool, washing some of the bodily fluids off and went back to the teak bed lounger they had been on earlier. They lay on their stomachs still naked and looked at the portraits taken earlier. Bruce turned out to have a good eye for what made a good portrait and unfailingly picked the ones that Alina would have picked. They both agreed that the picture with Two-Face and the double-sided coin in the air was probably the cover shot. It didn't get better than that. The colors and shadows, the coin caught in mid-air, and the article on good vs. evil, and two different faces. It was the cover shot. There really could be no argument. Fortunately Alina had copyrights and editing rights to all her layouts, so she had most of the control. It would be printed mostly the way she laid it out.

Less than two hours later, Alfred came out bringing over sized pool towels to the naked and sleeping couple. He was very pleased to see the outcome of the day to be even better than he had hoped. Alfred covered both and then cleared his throat, waking Bruce up immediately. Trying to control his smirk and not doing a very good job of it, he said, "Dinner will be ready in 45 minutes. We are having something Italian. I hope it meets Alina's standards."

Alina, without moving a muscle or even opening her eyes said, "Alfred, you are almost as smug as Bruce. I might have to hurt you like I have to hurt him."

"Yes m'am. I should like to see that. We'll see you both in 45 minutes, dressed preferably."

"Alfred…" Alina growled and then laughed.