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'Uh, I brought you some hot, sweet tea, it's for uh, shock' he growled softly, his eyes searching her face for any sign of severe damage. Phoebe nodded and gave him a small, reassuring smile, as she reached out grabbing the china handle in her hand and raised the cup to her lips, taking a small sip of the hot liquid, the sweet goodness sliding down her throat, burning a trail. Placing her mug down she looked back up into the eyes of Batman, once again he nervously stuttered 'I...I...I uh, I drew you a bath...'

'You know,' Phoebe giggled as she took the towel from the Batman's outstretched hand, 'I would never have taken you to be so nervy around a woman that you recently told you loved.' The comment was light hearted, but her voice wavered seeing the look flashing in the depths of his eyes. The metal armour covering his adam's apple with the force of his hasty swallow as he cleared his throat.

'I'm uh... I'm not usually. You're just ...' he raised a hand to his mouth and bit his finger in frustration before just turning to look at her a sheepish smile of his face, 'Uh, let's just get you into that bath eh? You must be in pain. And I need to make a call, can you walk?' his voice once again hardening back into its usual rough growl. Phoebe just shrugged and moved to stand, the added weight to her legs caused her to sway dangerously and grab hold of Batman's armoured chest plate, his arm wrapping itself around her slender weight supporting her body to prevent her from collapsing.

Sheepishly she grinned up at him, 'I take that as a no, then.' He said a hint of humour in his gruff voice as he lifted and carried her bridal style, her arms around his neck, into the bathroom sitting her down on the toilet as he excused himself to make his phone call, telling her if she needed him to give him a shout and he'd be right there!

Sitting there she looked around her bathroom taking in the white, purple and chrome effect, and her gaze finally fell on the full bath, steam rising from the water and the bubbles moving and popping in layers of froth, it was incredibly inviting, so she attempted to unzip her long black dress, but gave up with a hiss of pain as her body protested against the movement, she tried to remove her dress several times, bringing herself close to tears, before letting out a little scream of frustration, which was soon followed by the door slamming open revealing a worried looking Batman.

'Phoebe, what is it? Are you alright?' He was frantic and rushed to her side, holding her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over her skin lightly, 'You screamed, what's the matter? Is someone here?' her usually porcelain pale cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson as she realised how silly her next statement would now sound against his worrying look. 'I uh, I, was frustrated, I can't undo my dress it hurts too much ... could you help me?' he asked slowly, biting her lip and looking up at him through her long black lashes, a few strands of hair falling in front of her eyes.

'Uh yeah, I can, uh, I can help you.' He gasped, a lump stuck in his throat as he watched Phoebe, struggle to stand, her hands gripping the metallic rim of the sink before her, her back to him, as he grasped the zip of her dress, pulling it down the runner, displaying her back to him, as the zip opened lower, revealing her black lace underwear and stockings as he dropped the tattered black material to the floor. His eyes almost hurt as he gazed at the creamy, smooth surface of her skin, now on show to him; she had still not turned around, gazing at him in the mirror, her arms crossed over her chest and her hair pulled over her shoulder exposing one side of her neck, he gulped and tried to fight his urge to move forward and place his lips on the piece of skin between her neck and shoulder. Moving closer to her he placed his hands on her arms looking up at her face in the reflection of the mirror, her big dark brown eyes glistening as she watched him nervously, a small smile forming on her lips encouraging him to keep going. Finally unable to control himself he bent his head to her neck and sealed his lips to her skin, sucking lightly, rousing a light moan from her lips as she arched her back into his chest, one arm around his neck and the other laying on top of his hand that gripped her hip, his fingertips digging into her flesh lightly.

'You look so beautiful' he whispered huskily in her ear as he let his hands travel from her hips up to enclose around her breasts, a sweet moan emitted from her rosy lips as she laid her head against him, enjoying his touch. With a light touch of his hand, he made her turn to face him and trailed kisses from her soft lips, and down her body, running his tongue down her flat tummy, until her underwear brushed against his mouth and looking up to get her approval, which he was soon given as Phoebe nodes and let her fingers dig into his armoured shoulders.

Phoebe, sighed and smiled as she stirred on the clod bathroom floor, looking up at the black clad figure of batman, his eyes firmly set on hers, watching her every movement. 'What' she asked her voice a little husky from the nights earlier activities, he ran cold, ungloved fingers over her cheek as he bent his head to place a soft kiss on her lips, before pulling back slightly and whispering in her ear, 'Will you marry me?'