Chapter 2: Seduction
They remained silent for a while, looking at each other.
His eyes met hers and they continued to stare at each other, unable to break the longing look they each shared.
Notes:
It is always good to remember:
The characters do not belong to me.
Many thanks to my dear beta SaultNPeppah
"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride.
So I love you because I know no other way", (Pablo Neruda)
Wayne Mansion || Gotham City
"Oh God. There she is." The whispers coming from the party guests began to grow louder as the honoree arrived. The flashes from the cameras were bright, making the room glow brighter - if that were possible.
The press, who had remained outside the hall following the statements of the Mayor, Gotham Police Chief, and the Gotham PD commissioner, continued to call out trying to gain the attention of the Greek goddess.
Bruce, unable to help the look of wanting that flashed across his face when he stared at her, continued to watch her. His friend, Veronica "Ronnie" Vreeland, a well known socialite, noticed him staring and began to frown.
"Brucie, dear," she said, reprimanding him for being unable to keep his eyes to himself. "Try not to be so Bruce around her, okay?"
Bruce turned to face her, his gaze leaving the beautiful Grecian woman, and raised an eyebrow before she continued. "We don't want to call the ambulance to fix your broken arm, do we? Or, you may have problems with her boyfriend, Superman."
Bruce groaned internally and rolled his eyes. "You know a lot about the League, don't you Ronnie?" he asked sarcastically. He quickly flashed her a smile and blinked, trying to maintain the facade of Bruce Wayne, playboy, as he shook his head. "I promise, I'll be a gentleman." He flashed her another smile.
He turned away from Ronnie and set his glance back at the Amazon at the end of the room. He continued to listen half-heartedly to his redheaded friend speak, however he was invested on keeping an eye on the woman that was currently stealing all the attention in the room.
She looked absolutely beautiful. Her hair was partially pulled up on the left, letting it cascade down the right, leaving her seductive shoulders exposed. She wore a beautiful Greecian white dress, long and elegant, that fit her perfectly. The top had a slight silver hue, matching her bracelets, which only reflected beautifully against the lights in the hall and the flashes of the paparazzi's cameras.
She smiled graciously, as she attended to the needs of the people around her, and danced around everyone with ease. Bruce watched as she met with the crowd of police officers, politicians, and government officials, greeting each with such formalities and carefully listening to the needs to each individual. He watched her movements closely, watching from afar as she posed for official photos, her smile lighting up the room.
She continued to meet with people, interacting with such enthusiasm everyone around her felt happier, enjoying their time at what would have normally been a tedious event, only needed to keep up appearances.
After an hour and a half, she had gone through meeting everyone, and had finally found herself alone. Bruce, who had been watching her, wanting to find an opportunity to approach her, stared, his face scrunching when he noticed she looked sad and disappointed. 'Maybe she's expecting someone,' he thought to himself, jealousy quickly consuming him.
He watched as she began to walk out of the room, walking out to the balcony, away from all the commotion of the hall.
Bruce made his way to her, walking out of the hall and joined her on the balcony. She was alone, looking out at the moon, admiring the light it cast. He watched her for a moment, finding himself staring at her bare shoulders, unable to help the thoughts of his lips on them. She was stunning, and he couldn't help himself.
"Is the party not to your liking Princess?" he asked, finally making his presence known.
She smiled when she heard the all too familiar baritone voice, wonderful memories washing over her, as she thought of him. She quickly turned to him, her smile widening when she saw Bruce.
He was seductively leaning against the wall, his gaze never leaving her. His hands were casually in his pockets, a dazzling smile on his his face, and his eyes were focused and seductive, which would make any woman blush.
His bow tie was undone and hung around his neck, giving him a lustful look; it was as if it had been undone by women in search of his kisses. She could only imagine there was at least one or two women staring at him, gasping at some corner of the room at the sexy man that stood in front of her.
They remained silent for a while, looking at each other. His eyes met hers and they continued to stare at each other, unable to break the longing look they each shared.
He was the first to move, walking over to her and taking her hand in his. He gently rubbed his thumb over her wrist, carefully caressing he skin above the end of her bracelet.
She watched his thumb run across her wrist. His rough, calloused hands, against her soft skin, made her shiver. She looked up from her hand in his, meeting his eyes, giving him a smirk.
He looked at her, his heart stopping when he saw her smirk. It was something she only gave him; a look all reserved for him. He had first noticed it when they had danced in Paris, as he let her see his secret identity without intending to, unconsciously trusting her with one of his biggest secrets. He continued to notice how she would only look at him like that, and when they had been turned into children by Morgan Le Fey, he knew it was that look that was going to be the death of him. Every time he saw that smirk grace her face, his heart stopped, butterflies filled his stomach, and his breath caught in his throat. But he was stubborn, even more so than her, and he wouldn't allow himself to be happy.
He didn't know why he wouldn't allow himself to love, or be loved. And if asked, he wouldn't have been able to give a logical reason as to why he couldn't allow that emptiness in his life to be filled. Instead, he attempted to fill that void with a string of one night stands and unsatisfying parties, wanting to escape the loneliness that plagued him. However, tonight was different. Tonight he wanted to escape that loneliness.
In an act of pure impulse, Bruce pulled her into his arms and leaned against the wall, hiding the two of them from the prying eyes of everyone in the party. He wanted her alone, and this was the easiest way to do it. He quickly took a deep breath, breathing in her shampoo, and let out a content sigh, finally letting his heart experience the only happiness his heart has known in the last three years.
He quickly let out his breath, which smelled of scotch like he had been drinking all night, but Diana knew better. It was all an act; she knows he has had merely a sip to keep up appearances.
She relaxed into his arms, letting his strong embrace envelope her body. His muscular chest pushed against hers, not in an intimidating way, but more in a protective manner, as she reached up and found the lapels of his tuxedo, pulling him close.
He touched her face, wiping away the deceptive tear that had fallen, and watched as she closed her eyes. He contemplated his next move, unsure of whether or not to give into his urges. Without another thought, he closed the gap and kissed her, tightening his grip around her body.
Diana unconsciously pressed her hips into his, moving in a way that only lovers would. She could feel the walls around him fall, letting her in; she would be the one to make all the pain go away. They would have nothing holding them back now. They would only have love; inordinate and intense love.
Bruce quickly pulled away, bending slightly to place his lips near her ear. "Dance with me," he whispered. His breath brushed against her ear, making him grin, before he turned his head to see the wonderful woman smiling back at him.
The Amazonian Princess nodded with a grin, standing upright, before she allowed the Gotham Prince to lead her back into the hall, onto the dance floor. Bruce took a quick look away and clenched his jaw, nodding his head to himself. The room was now staring solely on the duo, watching as they gently swayed to the music. Jealous eyes glared at the two, watching as Bruce placed his hand on the small of Diana's back, and began to cautiously trail lower.
He met her eyes once more, and his grip on her tightened. "Bruce," she began, clearing her throat. "People are staring."
Bruce let out a small grunt. "Let them stare," he said with a low growl, his hands tightening his grip, pulling her closer. He felt Diana shudder against him as he moved his lips to her ear. "But that shouldn't be a surprise to you, Princess," he said, his hand resting gently on her rear. "Your face is the only face I see when I'm with another woman."
Diana took a deep breath and lowered her arms, letting them rest on his chest. She looked him in the eye and bit her lower lip, trying not to let his confession effect her; she was failing miserably.
They continued to dance, stealing glances and soft touches, before the song ended. Diana pulled away from Bruce and looked him in the eye, watching as he silently asked her the question both of them wanted. Without a word, she gave him a small nod, and he led her off the dance floor.
(…)
Not a single word was uttered as the two walked through the empty halls, the noise from the party growing more and more silent as they moved farther away. Bruce glanced over to the woman besides him and saw she was chewing on her bottom lip, the act betraying the confidence she displayed in her stride. He smirked to himself. she was nervous.
He opened the door to his bedroom for her, and she slipped past him, walking into the room. She looked around the room for a moment, taking in the large bed and the decor, before she turned back to the doorway, watching as Bruce joined her in the room and shut the door. They stared at each other intensely, silently asking each other if they were ready for this next step; they were. That didn't mean Diana wasn't nervous.
However, before she could rethink her decision, Bruce walked up to her, reached behind her, and unbuttoned her gown, before letting it fall off her body, the fabric pooling at her feet. He took a step closer to her, his hand reaching up to remove an article of his own clothing, as he gave her a smile. He continued to undress himself until he was left only in his boxers, standing before the Amazon unashamed.
Diana's lips formed a small smile and Bruce's blue eyes flickered down to her bare body. He quickly leaned in and nuzzled his nose against hers, pausing before he pressed his lips against hers in a soft kiss. The short hair of his beard brushed against her soft skin and she scrunched her face at the feeling, being used to feeling the bare skin of her lover.
Bruce pulled back slightly and pressed his forehead against hers, smiling softly. "Your lips taste so sweet." He looked her in the eyes, his beautiful blues mirroring the color of the sky.
Diana smiled back at him and said nothing. Instead she traced his lips with her tongue, which he opened for her eagerly, groaning when she brushed her tongue against his.
Bruce moved his hands down, lightly touching her body. He smiled when he felt Diana's body respond to his touch, goosebumps forming wherever he touched. His hand continued to trail down until they stopped on her breasts. He gently swiped his thumbs over her nipples, grinning when she let out a gasp. Before she could respond he pushed her onto the bed, and gently crawled on top of her, before claiming her lips in a kiss again.
He pulled away from her lips and dipped his head head down, gently kissing her neck, as he pushed her breasts together. He continued to move lower, before he stuck out his tongue and began to run it from her left nipple to her right, eliciting a small moan from Diana. His blue eyes were steady as he placed his lips over her right nipple and began to gently suck, the moans coming from Diana's mouth getting louder.
Diana's breath became labored and her teeth dug into her bottom lip as she tried to hide a sigh. Bruce switched to her left nipple, a line of saliva following his lips, and he trailed a hand down to cup her center. Bruce quickly let go of her nipple with an audible 'pop' and grinned up at her. "You are so beautiful, Princess," he muttered, pressing a kiss to the middle of her chest.
"Bruce, please," she said, desperately wanting to feel more pleasure from Bruce.
The Prince of Gotham laughed against her skin, before he glanced up at her with a smile. "I plan to savor it," he explained. He quietly moved down and pressed a kiss to her navel, before dipping down and kissing the top of her mound. "Who knows when you'll let me taste you again."
Bruce began to nibble and leave love bites across Diana's beautiful and soft skin, marking it as his own. He dipped lower and licked his lips, before he inhaled the scent of her arousal. He pressed his large hands against her thighs and gently forced them open, before dipping his head again and running his tongue up the length of her center, stopping just before the bundle of nerves that would send her wild. He listened to Diana whimper and smirked to himself, before he repeated his actions a few more time, each time eliciting a louder moan from the woman beneath him.
Bruce buried his face in her folds, causing Diana to buck up in surprise, but he held her down and continued his motions, making Diana moan. He continued his ministrations, holding her hips down as she got closer and closer to her release, until Bruce finally reached his goal, continuing to move his tongue as she came with a loud moan.
Her body began to twitch with the aftershocks of her climax, causing Bruce to smile, proud of his accomplishment. He quickly kissed her mound once more, before looking up at her, groaning at the sight of her. Her skin had a layer of sweat over it, giving her an angelic glow. Her blue eyes were wide and her lips were swollen and red. She was breathtaking.
"Take me Bruce," Diana muttered.
Bruce clenched his jaw as he watched her take her bottom lip in between her teeth, waiting for him. He quickly tugged off his trousers and slipped in between her legs, looking into her eyes for approval. She nodded and he slid into her, trying to hold in a groan when he felt her around him.
Diana took in a sharp breath as Bruce pushed himself all the way into her; he was a big man. Bruce kissed her lips once more, finally letting out the groan he had been holding in when he was deep into her. He kissed her lips once more, hissing as he felt her clench around him. She was not as tight as an untouched woman, but he could tell she had only been with one man; Him.
He pulled away from Diana and closed his eyes as a wave of pleasure hit him. Diana felt so good around him. "Kiss me Bruce,' she said, wrapping her legs around his waist.
Bruce nodded, leaning down to capture her lips. "I always obey my Princess," he replied, kissing her once more.
The two made love deep into the night, each moaning each other's name with every climax endured. For the two of them it wasn't just about pleasure. No, for them it was a love that was real, plural and unreasonable, yet exciting and full of adventure.
The world was a cruel and hostile place. Even nature, seas, mountains, jungles all with a power of their own, demands a state of alertness. Without love, our existence fails; we have no place to take refuge.
However, Bruce and Diana knew love, and they knew they could take refuge with the love they had.
The world was on fire and
No one could save me but you
It's strange what desire make foolish people do
I'd never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
(Wicked Game - Chris Isaak)