White Queen to Black Knight

Chapter 14

This is big time
This is larger than life
See the sparks fly when you're standing by my side
Every step, every move, everything I do
Life is beautiful because of you

Every breath that you give
You are my sweet oxygen I breathe
You made me fall away fast
So my dreams could get past the end
I won't ever want to feel

How did I survive before you came into my life
I'd do anything at all
Anything at all
For you

Because of You, Meatloaf

Throughout the night the couple made love and would fall into an exhausted slumber only to have one or the other wake and start all over again. They were insatiable in their need for each other's touch, in their demand for each other's body. Long past dawn breaking, Alina began to climb out of the destroyed bed. Not that they had limited their lovemaking to the bed. There was virtually no piece of furniture left unused, no position left untried. When they spoke of absorbing each other that is precisely what they had done, absorbed the soul of the other in their sometimes aggressive and often languorous lovemaking. Bruce felt the bed move and reached out to grab Alina's wrist, holding her to the bed. His voice was tired, but there was a strong thread of possession and need there as well. "Where are you going, baby?"

"Bruce, it's already almost 9:00. I swore when I got back to civilization I would never lay around feeling dirty again. I, as well as you, am covered in dried bodily fluids and I'm taking a shower. You can sleep some more or you can join me. I figure Alfred will be here in an hour or so with breakfast."

"Sounds like a good plan. I'll join you. I have Lucius Fox coming to the mansion this afternoon to talk about your costume. Are you ready for that?"

Alina was a little surprised and he could see it in her face. They were side by side at the enormous double sink and vanity area brushing their teeth. They were waiting for the also huge shower to heat up. "I guess I didn't really think Batman was going to let the White Queen out to play. It's a nice surprise."

Bruce wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her neck. "He may still not. But we might as well get something made. It will take some time."

She smiled at him and pulled him into the shower. They enjoyed the slick sensation of the other's skin covered in soap. Bruce was thorough in his bathing of Alina and there was no spot that was missed. Alina gave Bruce the same gift. Soon he had her pushed against the raw marble shower wall, kissing her aggressively, bringing the stinging of the damage his beard had already done back to her attention. She pulled away slightly laughing, "You know Bruce, next time you decide to kiss me anywhere, you will shave first. My face is going to start to bleed soon, as well as some other sensitive places."

"Whiner." He grabbed her ass from behind lifting her up till their centers were aligned. He held her there with one arm while he felt to see if she was ready for him, and as had been the case all night long, she already was. He heard her moan as he pushed his fingers into her channel testing her readiness, his thumb finding her swollen bud and swirling around it. His voice was low and deep, and the latest of his innumerable arousals was painful. They had done so much over the last many hours. He found he was actually sore from the almost constant erection. "Baby, we don't have a lot of time and Batman has come out to play. I'm going to take you hard and fast."

"Batman always seems to be in a 'take no prisoners' mood."

Bruce smiled wickedly at her as he impaled her onto his hard staff. He pushed her down while pushing himself up, forcing his way to her end. He heard her gasp as the entry was hard and fast, but over the last evening and more, he had learned she liked it that way. He had had her every which way but Sunday and his body just needed to fuck her one last time before they left their room for the other world they belonged in. He pounded her body, dragging his huge dick across her g-spot and her clit, repeating over and over until he could feel tremors and convulsions in her channel and she let out a whispered cry. His body tightened in response and spilled into her one last time. Her body tightened around him, milking him for as much as he could give her, but he couldn't believe he had anything left. He never believed he would ever have such a need for another person, a desire to possess every part of them. He never believed he could ever make love with someone as often as they did last night. He had never even wanted to before. He let her drop her legs from around his waist to the ground, supporting her body until she could get comfortable with her legs under her. They were still kissing, nuzzling, holding each other until he finally released her. He helped her wash her hair and washed her body again, while she washed him. Mostly they were silent and just spoke with their hands, their touch, and their mouths. Their minds would drift in and out of the other's, but just because they could, not with any intent to communicate.

They reluctantly left the shower and dried off. Bruce opened the windows to air out the room. It reeked of sex, and while it wasn't like Alfred didn't know what they were doing, it was a little overwhelming. Bruce pulled on his loose sweats and Alina pulled on Bruce's button down shirt from the night before. He sat with Alina between his legs and combed out her hair for her. They were both content and comfortable. Right on time, Alfred brought a hearty breakfast along with coffee to them.

"How was dance night Alfred?" Alina teased.

"Very nice m'am. There were even some new ladies there to engage with." Alfred knew she hated the 'm'am' title and insisted on using it anyway.

"And did any one cross the bar and make it home?"

"Ah, a gentleman does not tell."

"Hmm, hum. You sir are definitely a gentleman. Thank you for the breakfast just the same. I think we have destroyed the room and certainly the sheets. Will you be able to take care of that or should I?"

Bruce assuming a positive response moved on, looked to Alfred after drinking his coffee at the open window. "Alfred, Lucius is coming by today to talk about the White Queen's outfit. He'll be here at 1:00, and perhaps we can entice him to stay through dinner. Alina, I thought after breakfast we could go down to the dojo and shooting range and do some practicing."

"You are ready to have your pretty ass handed to you so soon?" Alina was tired and did not want to fight this afternoon, but she could hardly beg off. If Lucius did not agree that she was capable of being the White Queen, he had enough influence with Bruce to not let her.

Bruce smirked at Alina and carried it over to Alfred. "I think we will practice with bamboo sticks today. Something I haven't seen you do yet. We'll see whose ass gets handed to whom. Instead of shooting where you are already a perfect shot, I think we will do martial arts, and then the sticks."

She looked at him with a glare to her eyes, and she spoke to him telepathically. "You are being a bastard, Bruce. You know Lucius will be watching me, and you pick one of the things I am unlikely to beat you at, especially when I'm tired from fucking all night long."

"Yes, well baby. You can't always beat Batman. That wouldn't be right."

"Can I fuck Batman, I know I already have many times, but I mean in the costume. That huge cup does come off doesn't it?"

"Now who is being naughty? You can hardly be a bastard but you can be a bitch. You even mention fucking in the costume and I get hard, again. It's your own fault you are so tired. Better get used to it, we share the same bed and always will. It will be like this forever."

Alina snorted and finished her coffee. Alfred had discretely left the room once he realized they were talking telepathically. While he was not so endowed, he knew it when he saw it. Life would just keep getting wilder and wilder at the Wayne mansion.

Half an hour later, Bruce and Alina were dressed for the fight and armed with lots of water headed downstairs. Bruce was wrapped around Alina's body whispering in her ear what he planned to do to her later. They were both very steamed up by the time the elevator hit the right floor. Alfred would bring Lucius down here when he arrived.

They threw stars first to warm up, then moved into the martial arts. They were aiming for bruising kicks and challenging moves, but no twisted knees or ankles. The martial arts became grappling which almost became sex until they remembered they were going to have visitors soon. Bruce tossed a 5 foot bamboo stick at Alina which she easily caught. She had been trained in this skill much as the others. She might win, but it wasn't going to be a cakewalk either. Bruce made sure they donned protective gear, masks to prevent any damage from a blow to the head, and chest protection as well. A properly applied point on the stick, or even a flat of a stick could break a rib or certainly puncture the skin. It could also kill. They were practicing, not playing for keeps.

They took their positions and carefully started to advance on each other. Their sticks kept connecting but did not make it past the other's barrier. They 'waltzed' back and forth on the dojo mat, hitting sticks, sometimes hitting each other. They heard Alfred and Lucius silently join them, but did not stop for another 15 minutes. Finally Bruce called "HOLD," and sticks were brought down and upright. It was finished. They were both tremendously sweaty and had certainly exhausted what little of their stamina remained.

Alina asked Bruce breathily, "So how would you call that one?"

"I'd call it a draw. Equal amount of hits, no one went down, it's a draw. So Alina, no one's ass gets handed to them today." He smirked at her.

"But the day is still young my love. The day is still young."

Bruce tossed her an iced bottled water and a towel while she cleaned up, undoing her long hair from its braid. Bruce came to her and ran his fingers through it, pulling the curls and waves out to show off her beautiful hair and allow him to bury his fingers in it. While he seemed absorbed in Alina, he was quite aware that Lucius and Alfred were both there watching the two of them. Not removing his hand from her floral scented hair, he finally looked up and welcomed them both to the meeting. Alina had wiped the sweat from her hands and body, and when she was introduced to Lucius she stepped up to shake his hand appropriately and with the respect due him. After all, besides running Bruce's company completely, he also designed all the costumes and tools. Bruce came up behind her wrapping his arm around her completely, seeming to claim her in front of his most trusted advisors.

Lucius looked Alina up and down. She was small and petite, especially standing next to Bruce Wayne. But it looked like she could fight like the devil, and was trained at least as well as Bruce. His mind was already whirring with ideas. Bruce suggested they head downstairs and take a look at Batman's costume to get ideas for Alina's. Alina was surprised that there was yet still a lower and even lower level from where they were. They went first to the armament level to look at the Batsuit and the equipment. Bruce described to Lucius what he had in mind for Alina.

"She is the White Queen to my Black Knight. Her costume will need to be lighter weight then mine. Hell, mine is too heavy for me, it would be impossible for her. We discussed white, but because that would show up too much in the night, we discussed using a material the Special Forces use to blend into their surroundings."

Alina picked up here. "When I was in the Congo, I was involved in the rescue of a member of a special Special Forces soldier. These men were the elite of the elite and had special skills and almost all were telepathic. They wore fatigues made out of a material that changed to completely blend them into their surroundings. They would turn the green of the undergrowth forest, or black like the river, or brown and green if they were high up in the trees in a sniper position."

Lucius was nodding in understanding. "I've heard of this material being used. It is one thing to become a chameleon in the rainforest. It is something else entirely in an urban environment. I wonder if the material can change against brick and soot and all the other colors we have here in Gotham? I would need to get a hold of some and test it. Why would you just not go with black?"

Bruce sighed. "We could if that material doesn't work. She would then be known as the Black Queen, but I suppose the nomenclature of White Queen is only really important between us."

Lucius walked over to where Alina was standing and reached out to touch her hair. Bruce immediately stiffened, and started to walk towards them when Alina told him, "Stand down, Bruce. He is only thinking about what to do to cover my hair." Bruce stopped and forced himself to back up and sit down. Both Alfred and Lucius had noted Bruce's reaction and were concerned yet again.

"I supposed there is no way to cut your hair?" Lucius wondered as his brain was churning with ideas and concepts.

Both Bruce and Alina responded simultaneously. "No."

Lucius looked at Alfred and then turned back to Bruce with a laugh on his face. "Somehow after watching you earlier, I figured that would be the answer. The hair has to be covered. It is too unique and would give her away for sure. Folding it into a cap would be next to impossible due to the length, and braiding it into a circlet around her head would be cumbersome and too time consuming if you had to move quickly. A straight braid like the one you were wearing when I arrived would work, but unless we provided some sort of cover for it, it could become a liability. I'll have to think about this challenge. Making the suit lighter is no problem, but she will need protection against bullets which does make the suit heavier."

Bruce, sitting in the chair, groaned as he put his head in his hands. "Bullets. I don't know Alina, maybe this is a bad idea. It is one thing for you to kill from afar or fight hand to hand, but even you cannot dodge bullets. It would be entirely too distracting knowing you were out there facing bullets."

"You do it every night. You think it is any less troubling to me?"

"I know." Bruce shook his head. "Let's go forward with the costume and weapons for Alina. It will take a while. Maybe I can get my head around it before then. Below the neck she is protected, even against bullets. But the head, that is the weakest point against an attack. Lucius you'll need to build a hood that will cover her face and head and will protect her from bullets."

Lucius looked thoughtful, already figuring out how to make this come together. He wasn't sure that Alina would ever wear the gear once he built it. Bruce was proving to be extremely attached to this woman, and his protectiveness would get in the way, endangering them both. Since Alina had returned to Gotham, and Bruce had insisted she move into the mansion, he had only gone out as Batman once and that was only briefly. He seemed to be losing his obsession with Batman, and replacing it with an obsession, even love with Alina. She was perfect for him, almost frighteningly so. Alina had apparently trained and traveled for years, taking huge personal risks, to become the perfect complement to Bruce Wayne/Batman. Just when Bruce needed her most of all, she was sent here by some vague powers that both she and Bruce knew about. Lucius thought he would take his time creating her suit and see where things fell out. Personally Lucius thought finding love and letting Batman go was not entirely bad. Bruce was happier and enjoyed life more in the last week or so than the morose and obsessed young man who dwelled on Batman around the clock. He looked better and it seemed like his insomnia was now cured. Regardless of how the changes came about, Lucius thought it was all good.

Lucius turned away from the Batsuit towards a waiting Bruce Wayne and a thoughtful Alina and Alfred. Alina had been brushing Lucius' mind, to understand what he was thinking. Alfred just watched the dynamics flow in the room. The two men who had been the most influential in his life as Batman stood in the room with the one woman who was likely to be the most influential person in his entire life. There was a lot of thinking and considering going on around the room. The continuing role of Batman was the largest question out there.