Disclaimer: I don't own the Justice League or the episode Comfort and Joy and the characters therein.
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 is here and Bruce and Diana have both exchanged their gifts with each other. Now they're off to Diana's quarters for a little intimate celebration…
Warning: Total smut ahead.
Chapter 11, All I Want for Christmas
"Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you."
Bruce's perspective-
Taking my hand, she drew me to my feet and together, we walked slowly down the hall to her quarters. Stopping just inside the doorway, she closed the door with a loud bang and pushed me up against it. A little surprised by the movement and the strength she put into the action, I hit the door a little harder than I expected.
Wincing, I put a hand to the back of my head, rubbing the little knot that had formed.
"Sorry," she said with a chagrined expression, biting her lip, obviously concerned for my well-being. "I guess I really don't know my own strength. Does it hurt?"
"Diana, I've been shot, stabbed, bruised and battered in what seems like every manner conceivable to man. A little knot on my head doesn't really bother me anymore. Just surprised me, that's all."
"Oh," she whispered, pouting a little. "I was going to offer to make it feel better."
She looked at me, running her hands up my chest before winding her arms around my neck, stroking the nape with the tips of her fingernails. I shivered, enjoying the sensation and wondering when exactly the shy, naive princess had become the sultry goddess who was currently rubbing her damp lips up the tendons in my neck, stroking the muscles with the softness of her mouth.
She pulled away though, winking at me before replying, "Well, I guess if you don't want me to…"
"C'mere, Princess," I growled, drawing her tightly to me, feeling the press of her breasts against my chest, every breath bringing us closer to one another. I buried my face in her neck, nipping at her collarbone before slowly sliding my teeth up her neck, nipping her earlobe and causing her to gasp in pleasure and surprise. Taking the lobe between my teeth, I pulled, enjoying the way that she arched against me, then slowly sucking the lobe into my mouth, giving it a slow lave with my tongue before sucking it hard just once.
Releasing her lobe, I slowly trailed my tongue up the outer shell of her ear. Meanwhile, my hands were running up and down her back in slow, deliberate movements, stroking the soft skin that lay bare underneath her sweater. The assault on both her ear and her back caused her to moan and writhe against me, rubbing herself against me in what was a slow torture for me, but one that I thoroughly enjoyed.
Switching my attention to her other ear, I allowed my hands to dip down to caress her hips over her skirt, squeezing for a moment before returning my hands to her back. I slid my hands slowly down until they were cupping her backside, then pulled her hard against me, sliding my knee between her legs, splaying her across my muscled thigh.
Keeping my hands firmly in place, I nuzzled her neck before sliding my lips around to the front of her face, taking her lips and caressing her with the soft sweep of my tongue into her mouth. The honeyed sweetness opened for me, flowering, and I stood there, the slow rub of our tongues and our bodies taking us to the heights of passion.
Locked, I drew away just far enough to pull her shirt off. Tossing it in a heap on the floor, I slowly touched her waist, gliding my hands up her hips until I took her breasts in my palms, rubbing the tips with my thumbs. She gasped at the contact and nuzzled into my neck, nipping at the damp skin she encountered there before laving the small bites.
Then it was her turn to strip me of my shirt, tossing it behind her as she stared at the expanse of chest that she had unearthed. Leisurely, she leaned down, taking one nipple into her mouth and nipping at it, tugging it into the suction of her mouth and pulling. The movement sent heat lancing up my spine and I yanked her off her feet, drawing her breast into my mouth and returning the favor, sucking, nibbling, and biting until she was scratching at my back, arching. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I turned, putting her against the door and pulling off her skirt in one fluid motion.
It fell to the floor, but I was totally incoherent with passion, unable to pay attention to anything but the sexy princess locked in my arms, gasping and moaning with every movement. I ran my hands down her back, again pulling her into me and ravaging her mouth, tongues dueling with the fervor of lust, the sweat of our bodies pressing us together with a sticky heat.
She arched backwards and I set my mouth again to her breasts, tugging at the tips and sucking until she let out a long moan of pleasure, grasping my head with her hands and holding me in place. My hands, however, swiftly worked to undo the button of my pants. It finally gave and I viciously tugged the zipper, anxious to sheathe myself in her wet heat, in the hot core of her passion,
My pants fell to my ankles, but I was beyond caring, beyond anything but the desperate needs of my body, the desperate need to be buried deep inside Diana, driving in and out of her slick, clinging wetness as she writhed and pulsed around me. With that thought, I slid into her, quaking and shuddering with the movement.
Suddenly, all I could think of was that it had never been like this before, it had never been this good, this passionate, this full of love and trust that reflected the leaps our relationship had taken, the growth of our feelings culminated in this ultimate act of togetherness, of love fulfilled.
"Diana," I shuddered out, shaking with motions of his body and the force of emotions storming through me. I pulled her tighter to me, feel the sweet slide of her body wrapped around me and placing my lips to hers in a kiss full of passion and a hint of tenderness. Hearing her lengthy moan of pleasure, I saw her climax on her face and I soon followed, collapsing against her and pressing her against the door.
Spent, totally satiated, I whispered, "Only you." She didn't move, didn't even blink, but a small smile of contentment crept over her face and her arms tightened around me as she lay there, replete and in love.
Next chapter: Home for the Holidays – Diana is invited to dinner at Wayne Mansion with the clan…
To reviewer Phoenix77 – Thank you both for being a long time reader and for being a first time reviewer! I can't tell you how much I appreciate it. Thank you for all the compliments – perfect, unique, you love it - Thanks! I absolutely love hearing it. BMWW will definitely be going a little more public pretty soon – one of the upcoming chapters, in fact. I promise to keep writing if you keep reading!
To reviewer SarahC4321 – Well, I may have the Claddagh ring included somewhere in that box. Diana didn't mention absolutely everything that was in it, so perhaps it was one of the pieces of jewelry he tucked inside. I really like the idea. That's one of the sweetest compliments I've received – that you forget my work is just a back story to the show. Thanks! You rock too for helping me out with this!
And since I'm here – anyone have any good quotes from Starcrossed that would serve as a good title for the next story? I'm planning to watch it tomorrow, so I might have some ideas then…