chapter 5

Barbara's eyes traced Bruce's face as he slept. She sighed softly, her fingers sliding down his bare chest and further down, then back up, drawing small patterns on his skin as he breathed deeply and steadily. Her head rested on his arm, one of her legs thrown across his, resting in between them. He looked so calm and peaceful, something that she hardly ever saw when he was awake. Bruce had a wall up constantly, protecting his thoughts and feelings from even his closest friends. The eyes may be the windows to the soul… But Bruce always had his blinds down. She smiled to herself when she looked at the curve of his lips. They were parted slightly but relaxed. Brooding Batman, She thought to herself. His scowl made him look like almost a completely different human being. You know frowning gives you wrinkles, right Bruce? Dick had asked him one day as they all sat around the house together. She remembered that night perfectly. Her and Dick had been cuddled up on the loveseat in the library, Barbara flipping through one of hundreds of Bruce's books and Bruce had been sitting a few chairs over, watching the news with narrowed eyes and a grimace on his mouth as he swirled his scotch in his crystal glass. Things had been so simple then, and that was what, only two or three months ago? Things had changed so drastically in just four days.

The funny thing was, nothing really had changed. Not to the naked eye or to anyone but Barb and Bruce. If they decided to stop this little affair, no one would be the wiser and everything would be perfect again… Right? The thought was terribly depressing to her. Barbara buried her face in the crook of his shoulder, inhaling his scent deeply and burrowing closer into his side. As she moved her knee up, it brushed over Bruce's softened cock and she shivered gently. No, she could never do that. Bruce had shown her what she was missing. He had opened a door to a whole new world and Barbara had absolutely no interest in going back. What would she do now? Break up with Dick? Have one night stands to satisfy her new sexual appetite? Nothing seemed good to her now. Only Bruce… She moved against his body again, letting her bare pussy lips slide against his hip, making her clitoris ache in pleasure. Not right now, you fiend…

But it feels so good…

Barbara tried to relax, tried to ignore the intense pleasurable feeling she had inside. Yes, he had awoken something buried deep inside of her and she didn't plan to cover it up again. She closed her eyes and rested against him, letting her mind wander instead of actually disturbing Bruce's sleep. She imagined crawling beneath the blankets, taking his cock into her mouth while he slept. Would he wake up, or would he come for her as he slept? Maybe he'd even fuck her mouth… Where had that thought come from? She'd never fantasized about something like that before, but now… Oh, now the image of him holding her head still, tightly by the hair and brutally having his way with her mouth was almost too much for her too handle. The wet heat between her legs was growing and she knew she needed to stop this train of thought before she actually did try and start fucking him as he slept. Exhaling slowly, she slipped the blankets off of her naked body and slid off the large mattress, tiptoeing towards the bathroom. She shut the door as softly as she could before she turned the lock and then backed up, resting against the opposite wall. Her eyes met hers in the mirror and she breathed out again, licking her lips. Do it. Touch yourself. You need to come, so why not? The dirty thoughts ran through her head wickedly and made her cunt contract tightly. Because I've never… Done that, that's why. Her subconscious seemed to snicker at her cowardice. She was probably the most innocent college girl there ever was. Barbara let herself slide down the wall, her fingers trailing lazily down her skin until they reached her pouting pussy lips. Barbara let her eyes flicker closed again and dropped her head to the wall behind her as she took her fingers away from her sex.

There was a short knock on the door and Barbara's head snapped up and to attention. "Babs?" Bruce asked, his voice slow from sleep but filled with concern. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," She croaked, her voice coming at terribly hoarse and she cleared her throat. "Yeah, I am."

Bruce didn't reply for a moment and she sat in silence as she waited. "Alright. I'm going back to bed, but if you need me, don't be afraid to wake me up."

"Okay," She said back quietly. She heard his soft footsteps walking away from the door and she sighed. Why didn't you invite him in…? Barbara licked her lips, raised her knees and let her head fall to them. Because for some reason I'm suddenly not very turned on. She sighed slowly and then stood, turning off the light and walking out of the bathroom. Bruce was lying on his back and looked up as she approached.

"You're sure you're okay?" He asked, propping himself up on his elbow.

She smiled, running her fingers through her hair as she nodded back at him. She crawled into bed again and burrowed her naked body under the blankets, immediately wrapping her arm around his waist. Bruce didn't move for a moment, but when he did, he settled back onto the pillows and relaxed, pulling her closer. Bruce's lips brushed her forehead and she closed her eyes, cuddling against him tighter. "Yeah.. I'm very okay."

"Did Miss Gordon end up staying the night last night?" Alfred asked Bruce when he walked into the kitchen. Bruce blinked and then cleared his throat, preparing to answer.

"Uh, yeah, she said that her and her father got in an argument or something… Wanted to get out of the house." Bruce frowned at his pathetically put together lie and then shrugged internally, sitting down at the bar and clapping his hands together. "But on a different note, what's for breakfast?" He smiled at his butler and Alfred rolled his eyes.

"One of these days, I expect a full blown breakfast in bed for my tribulations," Alfred muttered, but he grinned when he turned back around and handed him a plate of sunny side up eggs, turkey bacon and two pieces of buttered toast.

"You're the best, Al," Bruce told him before digging in, content in the assumption that Alfred wasn't going to bring up Barbara again.

"It's strange, though. I can't imagine the Gordon's getting into an argument," Alfred said and Bruce coughed on his toast.

"Yeah, I know." Bruce frowned, sipping his orange juice nonchalantly as he stared down at his plate. "I guess it happens, though."

"Should I make Barbara a plate, do you think?" He asked and the tension in Bruce's shoulders faded a little. This wasn't too hard a topic to discuss.

He cleared his throat into his fist and said, "I'm not sure. I don't know how long she's staying." For the second time that morning, Bruce jinxed himself and the two men looked with curiosity at the staircase where Barbara was running down frantically, her hair thrown up in a messy ponytail, still in sweatpants and a t-shirt. "Barbara?" He asked.

"Winter breaks over and I completely forgot. I have to get to school, I'm so sorry. Morning, Alfred!" She ran over to give him a quick kiss on the cheek and then hugged Bruce tightly, letting her hand stray across to his thigh before she hurried away, grabbing her things on the way to the door. When the front door closed, the two blinked at each other.

"Well good morning to her, too," Alfred said with a chuckle. Bruce watched the door with pursed lips and a furrowed brow. He hated to see her go, but he was still thrilled that she'd actually agreed to stay the night with him. It was one of the best night's sleeps he'd had in… Years. He wondered to himself when he would see her next. He didn't want to even think about not seeing her. The previous night had been so perfect, so sexy and erotic and intimate and even when they slept together in the same bed, it had been absolutely perfect. He didn't know what it was about her, but he was getting more and more attracted to her the more he saw. His old fantasies hardly even compared to the amazing sex they had now. For God's sake, he'd came three times in last night alone, and Barbara even more than that. He'd never had such amazing sex. "Oh!" Alfred suddenly said. "I almost forgot. Miss Kyle called this morning… Said to call her back as soon as you can." Bruce froze, fork halfway to his lips.

"Selina?" He asked, eyes wide. Shit! Bruce jumped up from the stool and sprinted towards the Bat Cave, wasting no time. As he landed painfully hard in his chair, it rolled to the side and he grunted, kicking back to the side to dial in her number to the computer. When it started ringing, he exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple. It took a few rings, but finally, her voice picked up.

"Bruce," She stated simply and slyly. "I see you got my message."

"It seems so. What's wrong?" He asked, wasting no time. He hadn't seen Selina in months. She'd disappeared a while back, with nothing more than a pathetic goodbye that left him angry and wanting. He was still angry with her, but it was Selina. They had too much history for that to get in the way.

"Actually, for once… Nothing," She said. "I'm coming back to Gotham."

Bruce blinked, unable to reply for a moment. She was coming home? What did that mean for him and Barbara…? What would Selina think? No… He wouldn't tell her. "When?" He finally asked.

"I'm actually about two minutes away from your house right now," She told him with a slight laugh. He was silent again and he could hear the tinge of impatience in her voice when she said, "Cat got your tongue?"

"Funny," He replied. "I'll see you in a minute, then, alright?" He was rubbing his temple almost violently trying to clear his headache and only making it worse.

"Don't miss me too much," She said. There was a click and then dead silence. Bruce sat frozen for a minute, utterly still staring straight forward. He didn't even realize what he was doing as he viciously threw the keyboard from in front of him to the ground, kicking his chair. What the hell was happening? Selina was back? Why? He hissed loudly, burying his face in his hands. He rubbed at his eyes for a moment before exhaling sharply and then licking his lips. She was back. He heard the sound of the front door opening and he froze again, his spine straightening with tension. Voices… Alfred greeting her… Talking… Footsteps... He was only a few feet away from the door when it swung open and Selina stepped in, her lips stretching into a smile. "Bruce."

"Selina," He sighed.

"It's been too long."

"And whose fault would that be?" He asked, unable to keep the bitterness from his voice.

She frowned. "I'm sorry. I was terrible before I left. But, I'm home now." She stepped closer to him, sighing and shrugging. "I missed you more than I can say."

Bruce frowned in response. "I missed you, too."

"Truly?" She asked, the corner of her red lips rising. He rolled his eyes, pulling her in for a tight hug. She threw her arms around his shoulders, hugging him just as close. When Bruce pulled away, her hands remained on his neck and she looked up at him for only a moment before pressing their lips together and closing her eyes.

Oh shit... Selina's back in black, guys. What do you all think is going to happen? :)

To Rehaniah: First of all, gorgeous name. Thank you, thank you, thank you for this review! It means the world to me! I think the fact that people appreciate the psychological aspect of all this as well as the sex is very important, because I usually hate PWP and try my best not to write it. I used to really love Dick and Barbara together, but the more I thought about it, the more I fell into a spiral of Bats on Bats smut/relationships/dark desires and secret trysts between them. I love the complexity of it all, and I think that Barbara really does deserve somebody that can challenge her, put her to the test, and match her in everything, including the bedroom. I'm terribly thriled that my smut has satiated your desires! I love writing it. I have a very, tragically boring sex life (probably because my standards are too high, meaning that the only man who will ever be able to satisfy me in my mind or elsewhere is the Joker and he does not exist so I'm stuck using my hand) and so it makes me very happy knowing that even though MY sexual ventures aren't very great, my character's are!

Until next time, guys! Happy hoiidays. :)