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It's Christmas time and the Justice League members have all gone off their separate ways to celebrate the holidays, except for Batman and Wonder Woman who decided to spend the few days for everyone else on Monitor Duty. Christmas Eve has arrived and the two lovebirds are ensconced in the Watchtower, dutifully watching the world but also sharing the magic of the season together – and now Diana will give Bruce her "fun" gift…
Chapter 7, Santa Baby (Batman Baby)
"Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry... tonight"
Bruce's perspective-
Leaning back in my chair at the Watchtower kitchen table, I sighed, replete with satisfaction from the great meal and the smoothness of the day thus far. Today had been so simple, so easy between Diana and me – sharing the decorating duties, teasing each other, and mostly just enjoying the company of the other.
I couldn't remember the last time that I had been able to relax quite this fully. Propping my hands behind my head and leaning back on them, I decided not to chance it, to take Alfred's advice and enjoy this moment for what it was – my present and possible future – rather than think of all that had come before, all that had passed in the years prior to this holiday.
I was determined that this Christmas be different. I was indeed learning about joy, about the sweetness and laughter that came with the holiday as an adult, not quite what it had been like as a child, but still, a feeling of satisfaction overwhelmed me.
Glancing at the clock, I realized that I had a few more minutes until I could retreat to Diana's room to get the first of the presents that we were bestowing on each other. I wasn't quite sure what she had planned – knowing Diana's teasing and yet sweet nature, her fun gift to me could be anything from Bat-boxers to well, anything. But I was eagerly anticipating finding out what she had in mind, especially since I had an amazing surprise for her, one that I knew she would never be able to guess.
Thinking of what I had prepared for later tonight, I smiled to myself, knowing that Diana would appreciate both my fun gift of today and my true gift of tomorrow. Truthfully, though, I was a little nervous – I had never really done much Christmas shopping before and although truthfully I had bought very little within any store this year, I hoped that my gifts would be enjoyed and valued. Each reflected the steps that I had made in accepting Diana into my life, into understanding how important she was to every facet of my life – day and night.
Therefore, my gifts reflected these steps – one for the night and one for the day side of myself. Both Batman and Bruce Wayne needed a little something special this year for Christmas and I was planning to do something that would appease each, or at least each would appreciate it in their own way. And I, just Bruce, was an amalgam of these different personalities, these characters of Batman and the playboy billionaire, but this was the true me, the me that I had so rarely let out into the open since I had lost my parents on the dark streets of Gotham.
Deciding that I sounded a little odd talking about myself as if there were so many people running loose inside me, I arose from the chair, presuming that I had given Diana more than enough time to prepare for her surprise gift to me.
Not that I cared that much about wrapping and ribbons, I mused to myself as I walked down the corridor to Diana's quarters. I was more about what was inside a person, although I certainly appreciated beauty in its own right and Diana was certainly beautiful.
Knocking on her closed door, I heard her bade me entry. I had taken one step inside before I realized that it was true, Diana was certainly beautiful and I highly appreciated her ingenuity and the time that she had taken with the wrapping paper.
Jauntily perched on top of her head was a Santa hat that I recognized as being stolen from Flash's room. My eyes moving slowly downwards, taking in every single inch of her, I saw a slow and sexy smile grace her face. A red ribbon was wound loosely around her neck, tied in a little bow at the front, almost as if begging me to undo it and simply take her there on the spot. But I continued my inspection, thoroughly enjoying the sight before me – her perky breasts tipped with pink, the long, lean lines of her torso, and the thatch of dark hair that adorned the base of her body, just between her thighs. The sweep of her thighs drew my eyes and something about her bare toes touched with a bold deep red simultaneously made me think of both sexiness and innocence, an odd combination that seemed to suit my lover, my Diana.
Trying desperately to maintain my composure in the face of such an amazingly lush and sensual beauty, I counted down from ten, hoping to even my breathing as I repeated my calming mantra over and over in the confines of my head. When I finally felt that I had my system under some semblance of control, I opened my eyes and looked a little coolly at her, no hint of a smile playing on my lips.
"I'm not sure Flash would appreciate you stealing his hat, Princess."
Without skipping a beat, knowing that I was only teasing her, she placed her hands on her hips in that aggressive, teasing stance that I loved and replied, "Are you going to tell him?"
When I kept my silence, she nodded knowingly and said, "I didn't think so." And then she ruined the effort by smiling broadly. But I was still captivated by this enchanting side of Diana, especially since she was more or less nude and utterly teasing and charming me to my toes.
However, I couldn't fathom what she was about when she reached behind her and pulled out the microphone from Flash's karaoke machine, twirling the cord between her fingertips before placing it in front of her lips and looking directly at me with a seductive, pouting glance.
And then she began to sing, a little off-key, but the effect was still utterly sexy, pulling me in with every word, every wink, and every movement of her hips that held my gaze.
"Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me
I've been an awful good girl
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa baby, an out-of-space convertible too, light blue
I'll wait up for you dear
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Think of all the fun I've missed
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed
Next year I could be oh so good
If you'd check off my Christmas list
Boo doo bee doo
Santa honey, I wanna yacht and really that's
Not a lot
I've been an angel all year
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight…"
Before she could continue her tune, I strode forward, growling a little, unable to handle the temptation that was Diana. Pulling her a little roughly into my arms, I placed my lips hard over hers, immediately entering her mouth and savoring the warmth of her against my body, even though she stood practically nude and I was still in half-costume, sans cowl.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me in tighter as our tongues rubbed against one another in a slick, wet duel that was heating my body to an inferno of desire and passion.
I pulled myself back a little bit, attempting to drag in a breath, endeavoring to slow down the rising heat of lust that was coursing through our blood. But then I heard her, between breaths, whisper, "Batman baby," and I was lost, dragging her close and plundering her lips. My hands raced over her well-endowed body, tugging at the tips of her breasts as she squirmed and gasped at my ministrations. The effect magnified my desire and I quickly put her away from me, tugging at the confines of my suit before finally struggling free under Diana's heated gaze.
Suit and boots discarded on the floor, I turned back to the luscious Amazon beauty, my eyes alighting on the crimson ribbon looped and tied around her neck. She was been correct in her assumptions about me – this was the perfect Christmas for a man such as myself – the sexy angel who haunted my dreams and the innocent devil who teased me to within an inch of my sanity.
Naked, I walked towards her, crooking a finger in the scrap of crimson that declared her my present and tugging gently. The bow, undone, slowly crumpled to the floor, forgotten as I stared into her blue eyes, as I saw the ardor that lurked in the depths. Leaning forward, I removed the stolen Santa hat and placed my lips softly against her, letting her know without words the joy that she had given me with her present, even though it wasn't completely consummated as of yet.
Wrapping our arms around one another, we sank onto the bed, limbs entwined and lips lost in the taste and texture of each other. I brushed a hand over her ebony hair, feeling the soft locks part between my fingers. Moving my lips along the length of her jaw, I finally reached her earlobe, taking the soft tip between my teeth and tugging. Pleased when I heard her quiet moan, I sucked gently before nibbling again.
Sliding my body, I worked my way down Diana's body, dewed with sweat, writhing with arousal and her quiet moans punctured the silence that lay around us. She had gifted me with her body and I was determined to take full advantage.
The length of her neck was licked by a slow sweep of my tongue, teeth playing gently with the collarbone, dipping into the notch at the base of her throat with soft licks, lapping much as a kitten would a saucer of milk.
Her breasts received special attention – I nipped the tips, plied them between my fingers, licked them softly, blowing on the nipples to get an instant reaction of her excitement. Watching the light pink tips tighten with her arousal, I set my lips on them, one at a time, tugging them into the depths of my mouth, laving with my tongue and suckling a little roughly. Her low groans of pleasure filled my ears as I continued my journey along Diana's body, thoroughly enjoying the path.
My tongue left a wet line of heat down her abdomen, nipping at the exposed skin as I made my way to the damp heaven between her thighs. Grasping her upper thighs, I pushed them apart widely, thankful for a lover with such flexibility as I moved my head between her legs. Using the tips of my fingers, I drew apart the soft folds that hid her honeyed sweetness from my eyes, finally able to feast my sights on the depth and the heat of Diana.
"Bruce…" she gasped, "please…" She lifted her hips slightly off the bed, begging me to touch her, to taste her as I so desired, to fill her with my hard length.
I bent forward, setting my lips upon the small bud of pleasure hidden between the folds and stroked it gently up and down, eliciting a burst of moans and pants from Diana's lips as I prolonged my efforts, her thighs shaking around me as pleasure and sensation coursed through them.
A shaky moan was drawn from her lips as I gave the bud one last lave, surging forward and into her body, knowing that she was close to climaxing. I pulled out almost fully, so that only the tip of my staff was in the damp heat of Diana's core, holding a second before plunging back into the depths of her body, into the sweetness that awaited me there. She immediately began to convulse and I could feel her body milking me, contracting around me as I went in and out, driving myself quickly and deeply into her. Within moments, I too began to convulse, and with one last powerful drive, I pushed myself into her sweet heat, body straining and fulfilled. Replete, I collapsed on top of her, satisfied to the depths of my toes as I headed into the sweet oblivion of sleep, still entwined with Diana.
Next chapter: Silver Bells – the softer side of Gotham…
Review - I want to hear your thoughts! Also, anyone have any ideas as to what Diana can give Bruce as a real gift? So far I'm at a loss...