Be warned, sexual, sexy time lays ahead. If this offends you, then get the hell off my story. If not, then please enjoy :)
The next week passed quickly for Jenna, and upon reflecting on it, she wasn't entirely sure if she was happy it had, or actually rather upset. She had fallen into a near constant routine at the warehouse. Every morning, if she wasn't woken up by somebody else, whether that was a personal experience or due to hearing people outside of her door, she would usually rise a little before noon. She would get dressed, and upon exiting her room, Bane would immediately hassle her with commanding her to go upstairs and eat something, if he was fortunate enough to see her when she first exited her room. Jenna knew she wasn't eating much, but she was never hungry. However, she always listened, and gave Bane satisfaction when she came back downstairs munching on something with a bratty scowl on her face.
Over the week, since Jenna 'wasn't allowed' to go to the hotel anymore, Bane hadn't assigned her one thing to do, which left Jenna sitting alone most of the day in her room, and it was starting to take a toll on her more than ever. She found herself venturing outside to smoke more often, but she never made it through more than half a cigarette before she became too bored with this, as well, and mainly too freezing cold. She saved her half-smoked cigarettes, nonetheless and would tuck them away into her pack to smoke later. Every time she went back outside, however, she would always light up a new one, vowing to smoke the entire thing, though this had failed to happen thus far.
One night during the middle of the week, she had hidden herself from view under her blankets on the cot and checked her phone, scrolling through the missed call list to clear the notifications and reading the messages from Rodger. With each text message, he grew more and more nervous, until he bluntly admitted he was scared, and begged her to reply again. Jenna desperately wanted to, but she didn't allow herself to. All she wanted to do was remind him that she was okay, and not tell him anything that could help her with an escape. This frightened her more than anything. She didn't want to escape anymore? Why? Wouldn't anything on the outside be better than how she was living now? Once this thought had entered her mind, she was forced to re-evaluate her feelings for Bane. And once deep thoughts about him clouded her mind, she had a hard time thinking about anything else for the rest of the night.
He wasn't around the basement too much during the week, and when Jenna ventured through it and upstairs to go outside, she would peek into his room and notice it was empty. She saw that his desk was still filled with all those papers, though the large map of Gotham was no longer on it. Every time she wandered through the basement, she found herself hoping she'd run into him, just so she could look at him. During the week, she decided that looking was not a crime, for if she did so secretly, only she would know, and it would be easier to forgive herself. Although Bane's nagging her to eat something in the morning was rather annoying, at least she had the opportunities to look at him, and maybe even try and talk to him. But as per usual, the nasty attitude that took her over instantly squandered any opportunity of doing so. For the second she mumbled something rude or uncaring to him, Bane would halt any progression to conversation.
"You're up late," Bane had commented during the beginning of the week when Jenna ventured out of her room for her morning cigarette. "There's food upstairs. I suggest you go partake in getting some."
"Okay," Jenna had mumbled, deciding instantly in her mind that she wasn't going to actually. But as she ascended the stairs, she couldn't help but to glance over her shoulder, and her stomach dropped when she saw that Bane had stepped over to stand in the middle of the bottom of stairs and watch to ensure that she listened. With a roll of her eyes, Jenna grabbed a chocolate muffin, and she glared down at Bane as she took a small bite before disappearing outside of the exit door.
"Again with the late rising," Bane had commented the following morning, standing near the corner of the stairs with his arms crossed. That day, he had been wearing a tight, black t-shirt, and Jenna felt lightheaded as she openly stared at him while she started toward the stairs. Deep down, she was hoping Bane wouldn't force her to eat again, but on the surface she was too busy admiring his rock-solid body beneath the shirt that hugged him in every ideal spot to worry about it. "Are you going to grab something to eat, or do I have to ensure that you do again?"
"I'm not hungry," Jenna had said back in a low voice, annoyed that Bane had noticed her staring.
"That's irrelevant," Bane had responded as Jenna started past him up the stairs. "Eat something, or you won't like what happens if you don't."
Jenna sighed loudly as she moped up the stairs, but sure enough, when she had glanced over her shoulder, Bane was glaring up at her again, waiting for her to listen. Her stomach clenching, she grabbed a banana, and this time she tried her best not to look down at Bane as she stepped outside for a cigarette.
It was fortunate that Bane was not around on the third day, (though it was unfortunate that Jenna found herself starving later that night) but the day after, on the fourth day of the week, Bane was waiting at the bottom of the stairs again, clad in his vest, a piece of paper in his hand. Jenna had woken up later that morning, and she found herself more grouchy than usual as she blankly started toward the stairs, already knowing what to expect from Bane.
"You seem to wake later and later each day," Bane commented as he watched her advance, and when his eyes wandered down her body, he saw that she hadn't tucked her cargo pants into her boots, the bottoms of the pants bunched up lamely at the top of her boots, just under her knees. "Your lack of consumption and poor sleeping habits with prove to take a toll on your body sooner than later. It appears as though they already have."
"Whatever," Jenna had mumbled to him, though what she had meant to say was: 'go to hell.' Bane's voice had never failed to send shivers up her spine, and all week it appeared as though he was in a rather good mood every time they first saw each other. But Jenna's never failing negativity always got in the way of her true desires. She had started up the stairs, only to stop instantly when Bane reached out with cat-like reflexes to grab her wrist firmly.
"Do you know to eat something by now, or do I have to remind you, again?" He asked, his gaze hard and cold as he stared into her tired eyes. Jenna stared back, her heart racing due to the intensity of his glare and the feel of his fingers around her frail wrist. It was the perfect moment to clean up her act, grab something to eat, and join him back downstairs in an effort to talk to him, like she had been seriously starting to desire by that time, but when she opened her mouth, she failed the opportunity.
"I'm not stupid," she told him sternly. "If you don't let go," she started a moment later. "Then I can't go get something to eat, now, can I?"
Bane had lowered his head slightly to deepen his glare on her. "Watch it, girl," he growled to her, a shock running up her spine. He had never called her 'girl' before. "One more comment like that, and you'll be physically unable to eat again."
Jenna raised her eyebrows expectantly at him as she pulled her wrist free, though what she had meant to say was: 'I'm shaking in my boots, asshole.' After she had grabbed a cold slice of pizza, she knew it was an incredibly smart move to have not said that to him as she stepped outside.
On the fifth morning, Bane was nowhere in sight. This would have been good, but Jenna was ready to kick herself when she stopped by the counters upstairs first to grab an apple, without Bane having to tell her to do so. By that time, she was already craving his company, and the night before she vowed to not take a tone with him when she saw him the next morning. Unfortunately for her, the end of the week meant the start of a new week was approaching, and with the start of the new week came the start of Bane's plans.
On Bane's side of things, in the beginning of the week he had been growing increasingly annoyed with how late Jenna woke up each day. He woke up early in the morning, leaving himself plenty of time during the day to get the tasks he needed to done, plus leaving himself some extra time for whatever else. He had just happened to catch Jenna at the right time on the first day during the week, and as he watched her approach him, he tried to think of the last time he had seen or heard about Jenna eating something. When he couldn't remember, he had commanded her to eat, and he watched her to make sure she didn't try anything stupid. Jenna was smart to comply.
He waited for her on the second day, deciding that if she wasn't going to take care of herself, then he would be that forceful hand in helping her do so. Her tone had made him less than happy, but on the forth day he waited for her, her tone had nearly sent him into an outrage. A shock had run up his spine upon grabbing her wrist, he hadn't had any physical contact with her all week, but that feeling was quick to fade as soon as she opened her mouth. He did not allow himself to act out on his anger, however, for he saw that Jenna had successfully held herself back from expressing what she truly wanted to say and do. She was taking his advice, it was more progress for her, therefore he decided that should be awarded, even if that award was not snapping her neck. He knew it was something she would appreciate.
That entire day he had the feel of her skin on his mind, and it carried on to the fifth and sixth day. All week he had been busy upstairs, informing his men of the first step to his plan and following up on it before he would venture outside to assist Barsad with loading the vehicles with necessary equipment and preparing his men further. He had instructed Barsad to load the Challenger as well, and he wondered when he would tell Jenna that she would be joining him and his men on this task. The rest of the fifth day and following morning, however, his mind was completely consumed with desires for Jenna, and he was near ready to kill somebody for it. After her last attempt to stay in his room, Jenna had easily given up on asking, and Bane wasn't ready to invite her in again. It made him feel unlike himself, allowing that, and he could only imagine how Jenna felt when he did. Their attraction toward each other was starting to become a real problem, and it was only getting worse during their break from each other. By the second day, Bane had figured this was a good thing. Finally, he could focus wholeheartedly on something other than Jenna, something that actually mattered, and maybe by the time his plan was ready to be carried out, all these mental and strong physical desires would simply melt away. Unfortunately, the exact opposite was happening.
He found himself looking at her as often as he could. Without his consent, his light gray eyes would wander in her direction every single morning, and he couldn't stop himself from looking her up and down, admiring the way her tight cargo pants hugged her legs, the way the collars of her black tank tops dipped low, exposing teasing cleavage, and the way the clothes overall perfectly shaped her slim and very curvy body. But as soon as blood would just barely start to rush downward, Jenna would open her mouth, sending the blood back upward to fuel his anger, and that was that. But this routine for him started every morning, and what ever feelings she left him with, would simply deteriorate and be non-existent the following the morning. It was becoming unbearable.
She was grouchier than usual, and he had to wonder if it was due to lack of contact with him. It made sense, really, but he couldn't allow himself to completely agree. Jenna was naturally a grouchy person, or so he was learning. But was she really? Her bad attitude had hit an all time high that week, and upon reflecting on it, he started to favor the idea that it was due to their lack of contact. Perhaps Bane was the key to taming the sour beast within Jenna, and was therefore capable of molding her to be the person he wanted.
Finally, his rather cheery mood in the morning and when he saw Jenna went away completely on the sixth day, and now, it seemed as though it had never existed. He awoke that morning feeling frustrated and tired, and already he knew this was not a good way to be when it was time to be serious with his plans and preparing everybody. When he waited for Jenna near the bottom of the stairs, clad in his cargo pants and a black, long sleeved shirt with a slight v-neck collar, his eyes didn't betray him with wandering over Jenna's body. Instead, he purposely allowed himself to look her up and down, his eyes greedily and hungrily wandering over every curve on her body. Rather than admiring her body in her clothes, his eyes focused sternly on the collar of her tank top and button on her pants, his mind fantasizing about how easily her clothes would tear from her body, exposing what was underneath. Deep down, he was aware of his sultry thoughts, and he wanted to be angry at himself and force himself to stop, but he refused to. At least thinking these thoughts helped him to cope with the embarrassingly strong want for her that had almost completely overtaken him. The want for her body on his was making him feel practically sick, and he hated it.
But all those dark years of mastering mind over body was not going to waste, for Bane held himself back from acting out on his secret desires, though the fact that he knew Jenna was experiencing the same want didn't help him to do so. It made him even hungrier for her. That morning, once she approached, he had not bothered hiding the fact that his eyes had practically raped her, and as she started past him, her own eyes on him, he unashamedly let his eyes bounce back and forth between her face, her breasts, and the button on her pants. Feeling lightheaded, Jenna had slowed her actions, her eyes fixed intently on him once she realized what he was staring at, but when his eyes returned to hers, he merely grunted as he nodded up the stairs, not only commanding her to eat something, but also willing her away from himself so he wouldn't have to look at her. Looking had become an act of teasing.
Jenna felt herself choking up as she moved up the stairs. She was not hungry whatsoever, the want for Bane had reached an all time high, just as his had for her, but regardless she grabbed more fruit before stepping outside to light up a re-fry. As she smoked it, she ventured toward the garages, and took a walk around them where she had noticed a dumpster to be, and she threw the fruit away, her stomach feeling too clenched to eat it. That side of the building blocked out the cold wind rather well, and she allowed herself to slide down the wall and sit on the pavement. She had closed her eyes, letting her cigarette burn away in her hand. She knew that she was going to finally allow her mind to wander, and fantasize about whatever she wanted, but she hadn't expected her mind to instantly picture herself kissing him, of all things.
She had thought back to the dream she had during one of her first nights at the warehouse, and she pictured his face, bare of the mask, and his strong arms forcing her roughly against the wall while his lips crashed down onto hers. The images seemed so real, and the feelings she pictured herself to have started to become a reality, and she curled her toes as she bit her lip. Just the thought of kissing him overtook her completely, and although kissing him would never be a reality, just the thought of his hands on her was enough. Her eyes had snapped open finally, shattering away her thoughts, and it left her feeling exhausted suddenly.
Jenna had gone to bed early that night, and she found herself feeling rather well rested the following morning, on the seventh day of the week. By this point, Jenna was ready to abandon her hostility and openly ask Bane if she could stay in his room again, even if that meant sitting in complete silence. At least she'd be able to look at him, and admire him as he worked on whatever it was he had to do. She was one-hundred percent desperate at this point, and near ready to make herself look like a fool.
All of her cigarettes were gone now, including the re-fries, and this forced Jenna to stay in her room all day. All of the feelings she had been experiencing were threatening to explode on her, and send her into an emotional frenzy. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore, and finally, she had to do something about it, for the both of them. She couldn't take Bane's intense eyes fiercely wandering up and down her body anymore. It was just as teasing to her as it was to him.
Now, she rose from her cot and ventured through the dark toward her door. She snapped on the lights, the brightness nearly blinding, and she squinted her eyes as she stretched her arms, her back slightly sore. Her body was quivering, her lower half already tingling, and she couldn't think clearly. All she knew was that she was ready to ask Bane for some company, and she was ready to abandon her hostile attitude. Even if Bane said no, she would have at least had the opportunity to be in his presence, to look at him, and to hear him. By now, however, she was almost certain that he was craving her just as badly as she was. Again, she thought about the intensity in his eyes as they wandered all over her body the day before. Just the thoughts alone were, and had been driving her near crazy.
She threw open her door and stormed out without a second thought, but she stopped short once she reached his closed door. Her heart was beginning to race already, but her desires were urging on her suddenly nervous mind. She sucked in a sharp, deep breath before she reached out to leave three heavy knocks on his door. She pulled back her hand and waited, her eyes focused on the bottom of the door, but after a minute or so of waiting, she grew slightly confused. She raised her fist to knock again, and she waited another a minute. There was no answer, and there would most likely be no answer. Frowning, Jenna stared at his door for a minute, wondering sadly where he was.
Stop it, she scolded herself. You are fucking pathetic. Inspiring words to herself, she was pathetic, but what was she going to do now? She was completely out of cigarettes and desperate for more, and suddenly desperate for one right now. Isaac, she thought to herself. She saw no harm in asking to bum a smoke from him. Bane had commanded her to stop bothering him, but she wouldn't be bothering him. If he was outside, she would simply ask for a cigarette, and if he gave her one, she would walk away and leave him alone, and if he didn't give her one, she'd still walk away and leave him alone. Definitely not bothersome, she thought to herself as she started up the stairs.
As soon as she stepped outside into the evening air, however, she began to second-guess her decision. The cold was turning increasingly unbearable with each passing day, and Jenna knew she was absolutely retarded for not having a coat now. Tight goosebumps covered her arms, forcing them into a shade of red as they turned numb, but once she caught site of Isaac exiting the garage door, carrying some sort of metal box, she forced herself on.
"Hey, Isaa... Barsad," she called once she was a few feet from him, and she watched him place the box into the trunk of the Challenger. This caught her by slight surprise and aroused confusion, but for the moment, she didn't care. Once the box was inside, he raised his head to glance at her.
"Do you think I could get a cigarette?" She asked, not even allowing more than a couple of seconds to pass before she felt the need to explain herself. "I can get a new pack whenever, I'm just waiting to ask Bane because I don't know if I can go and-"
By then, Isaac had already drawn out a cigarette from his pack to hand to her. "You need a light?"
Jenna slowly accepted the cigarette, feeling her cheeks redden. "No," she answered. "I got it. Thank you," she added, sounding more sincere than was necessary. Isaac watched her take out her lighter, and he grew slightly surprised himself when she immediately turned away to start away from him. He had been expecting her to try and talk to him, but it appeared as though she taken strongly to his words, or his 'break-up' as she had called it. The words caused a small grin to appear on his face, but once he heard Bane speaking behind him, he immediately wiped the grin from his face and turned around.
"...take those explosives to Barsad," Bane was commanding as he approached his right-hand man, his leather armband hand reaching out to point at the box somebody was currently holding. "And load up on ammunition. Obtain and carry more than you'll need. This is a big job, men."
Jenna had stopped in her path on returning to the stairs to turn and look back over to the garage, and her heart skipped a beat when she laid eyes on Bane. No longer yelling when he approached Isaac, Jenna could no longer hear him as the two conversed. She lifted the cigarette to her lips with a freezing cold, shaking hand, and she took a long drag as she unashamedly watched them. Fear crept on her, however, the longer she watched Bane give commands. The first step of action toward his plan was coming up soon, maybe even tomorrow. Jenna feared she had waited too long to act on her desires and cravings, for it seemed that Bane was now fully distracted by his tactics and war-like mind. Fucking great... Jenna thought, sad and annoyed, to herself. She exhaled the smoke and glanced away.
As soon as she had, however, she heard Bane call her name, and a shock colder than the Fall air ran up her spine and stung her entire head, causing her to go lightheaded. She turned around immediately, her eyes wide, and she watched Bane lift a finger and motion her over just as Isaac moved around Bane to disappear into the garage. Jenna swallowed, but her racing heart forced her over toward him. Bane may be in full-out tactical mode, but at least Jenna would now have some sort of contact with him.
Bane was anticipating for her to take a tone with him like she had been all week, but his mind was too busy racing at a million miles a minute for him to worry about it too much. Striving to stay focused on the task at hand, thoughts and fantasies of Jenna were still haunting his mind and distracting him. Now, as she approached him quickly, her wide hips swinging, the thoughts were more distracting than ever.
"Yes?" She asked once she had reached him, her tone catching him by surprise. It wasn't hostile at all. Rather, it was light, curious, and full of... relief? Bane stared at her for a minute, forcing his eyes to stay focused on her own, before he finally parted his lips to tell her not what he wanted to, but what he had to.
"You'll be accompanying them tonight," he started, his eyes betraying his mind and wandering down her body quickly. They focused on the cigarette for a split second before he forced them back to her face, the sensation of his stomach dropping taking him by surprise. It was a terrible, wrong desire, but God he wanted her...
"With... what?" Jenna asked as she raised her cigarette to her lips. This couldn't be considered a stupid question, she knew, for Bane hadn't told her any of his plans. She grew nervous, however. Whatever was in those heavy boxes was the real deal, and whatever was in there was being loaded into her car. What did he expect her to do, exactly?
Bane had frozen momentarily as he watched her place the cigarette in between her pink lips. They puckered perfectly around the stick, and once she removed the cigarette –slowly, it seemed– he admired the shape her lips made when she exhaled the thin stream of smoke. A small, cold gust of wind fortunately tore him from this distraction.
"To aid and assist with the complete destruction of every police station in Gotham. It's a two day project. Today has being spent preparing the explosives, tonight and tomorrow setting them up, and tomorrow night is... detonation."
"So, what do you need me to do?" Jenna asked. Bane easily picked up on the nervousness she was struggling to hide in her voice, but he had to admire that she wasn't cowering away. He noticed, however, how rather scared she appeared to be upon doing this. But he had given some thought to it, and ultimately decided that Jenna would be fine doing what he was about to assign to her.
"You are to drive the Challenger with the rest to the crew tonight to assist with the setting up, and distracting the officers inside, or full out annihilating them. You will accompany Barsad with that, but only to assist with handling the weaponry."
"But, I- I don't know anything about-"
"You will do this," Bane said sternly, his eyes cold as he glared into hers. "And you will succeed. There is no room for error."
"But I don't... I-" Jenna cut herself off finally, deciding complaining was not the best route to go here. "Okay," she finally said, dropping her gaze from Bane's as she lifted her arms slightly in defeat. This took Bane by surprise, and his brow furrowed slightly as he kept his eyes focused on her.
"Alright," he said back finally. "You leave tonight."
Jenna was keeping her gaze focused on the ground. "Sounds good," she replied, though she knew this was going to be anything but good. If she didn't find a way to screw up and die on site, then she would more than likely meet her gruesome fate upon returning the warehouse. Why was Bane expecting so much out of her, so suddenly?
As the seconds ticked on, she knew Bane would be turning to leave at any moment. Her body couldn't handle that thought. She, entirely couldn't handle that thought. She glanced up with only her eyes, her aqua orbs focusing on his hands, and she watched him pivot his fingers back and forth as he continued to stare down at her. She could feel the energy of want radiating off of him like a heater, and it caused her heart to race faster and faster. All she wanted to do at that moment was press her body to his, and relieve herself of this built-up desire. Taking a break from doing so was probably the worst decision she had ever made in her entire life. Forget deceiving her parents and obeying Bane in the beginning, and forget choosing herself over her parents to live in this hellhole. Keeping herself away from Bane felt like the worst, possible torture anyone could ever inflict on her. She hated it, she hated admitting it, and she hated feeling this way, it was sick and it was wrong, but it was consuming her.
Bane continued to stare down at her, his eyes taking in her entire body and feeding him more sick fantasies. These urges had become unbearable, and like Jenna, he hated it. Why was this happening to him? How did he stop it? Did he even want to stop it? He had lost control of the situation at first, and he had allowed loss of control the second time, but now? He was positive he would hurt and maybe even kill her in the process of relieving his desires. He was losing control now, more than ever, and he felt like for the first time, he couldn't do anything to stop it. For some terrible, terrible reason, the woman standing in front of him really got to him, in so many ways, and though Bane could list what these traits were on the surface, deep down he found their reasons to be inescapable. For now, things Bane disliked, or, thought he disliked about Jenna came across his mind. She was so shallow, and naïve, and timid most times. Her attitude made her out to be totally murder worthy, and her mood swings were less than desirable. But yet...
Her shallowness gave her insight into things Bane and the rest would never know anything about, and maybe one day that would prove to be useful. After all, her shallowness and quick-to-judge mindset had detected a terrible truth about Karly, with her plans to rob Bane (which, he had discovered over the week, were proving to be more and more true). Her innocence was inviting; it was a strong aspect that not only drew him to her, but also made him keep her around. Innocence was a simple, and rewarding thing to break... Her nervousness was annoying, but logically, Bane understood. He didn't want to, but he did. After all, Barsad had been the same way, at first. More and more, however, Jenna proved and practiced more confidence. She had taken to Bane's advice, and he knew she would gain the confidence she needed by performing the tasks assigned. Her confidence shone, however, whenever they were alone together...
Her attitude was terrible, but in some sort of sick way, it was endearing to him. Jenna was the type of person who didn't take anything less than desirable from anyone, except for himself, of course, and he admired this. She was tough, in her own sense. Physically she was strong, and mentally she was getting there. What was most redeeming about all of Jenna's flaws was that she was capable of learning, growing, and correcting her ways. She hadn't said one bad thing to Bane all week, and now, he was almost sure she wouldn't anymore. Sure there would be slip ups, but he anticipated for these to be endearing as well, whether he admitted it or not. But what was worst of all, she was physically one of the most attractive women Bane had ever seen. He enjoyed everything about her body, from her unique eyes, plump and pink lips, and soft skin, all the way to the nail polish paint chipping on her toes. It was a sick attraction, but it was purely natural, and Bane could not help it.
His thoughts had distracted him from noticing that Jenna was staring up at him now with slightly narrowed eyes. He stared back deeply into her eyes, able to read every emotion that was swimming within them, and at that moment, they both lost it.
He reached out to take a firm hold of her upper arm before he stepped in front of her to start charging over toward the exit door. Jenna did not whine, and she did not complain, and he could feel how she was moving quickly to keep up with him, more than willing to go to where ever he was dragging her. The leather that covered his hand was freezing cold, but his fingers on her skin were warm, and Jenna felt herself melting away as Bane dragged her up the stairs and threw open the door. Jenna nearly tripped over her feet several times as she was forced down the stairs behind Bane, her arm starting to throb and hurt violently, but she accepted the pain, feeling as though it was fueling her. Bane's room couldn't come up fast enough.
It seemed as though minutes passed before Bane was kicking his door open and spinning Jenna around to push her inside of his room. He released his grip on her arm, and just as Jenna stumbled forward he caught both of her upper arms in his hands, and he spun her around before slamming her against the wall next to the door, which he had closed with his foot. Both of their assumptions about each other had been proven true, for Bane was acting like an absolute animal, and Jenna was only willing him on. She groaned loudly when her back hit the wall, and she couldn't help but to moan again when she felt Bane's rough hands on her ass suddenly. He lifted her up, and he stepped closer to her to hold her against the wall, Jenna's legs instantly wrapping around his hips. She reached forward to begin untying the laces on her boots, her eyes remaining closed as Bane's hands wandered over her roughly, and once she had them untied, she leaned back to begin with kicking them off. She was anticipating his next move, and before she was too late, her eyes snapped open just as Bane had clutched both sides of her shirt. Her own hands flew up to clutch on his wrists.
"No," she breathed, her eyes widening slightly when she raised them to look into his. He looked fierce, hungry, and she knew he had absolutely no patience at this point. "Please don't tear my clothes, I-"
"Get to taking them off then," he interrupted in a growl, sending a shiver though Jenna's body, and her eyes slid closed when she felt him run his hands down her sides. Once they reached her hips, he moved them back upward, this time under her shirt, and her lips parted at the feel of his calloused and rough fingers on her skin, along with that annoying leather arm band. She bit her lip a second later as she immediately moved to start taking her shirt off, and Bane stared at her lips as she did so.
Once her shirt was removed, she instantly moved her hands behind her back to unclasp her bra before Bane could rip this apart. He wanted to grin at her actions, but the intensity kept him from doing so, and instead, once she dropped her bra to the floor, his hands instantly moved up to her breasts.
Jenna moaned as she squeezed her eyes shut, and she blindly reached out toward him to take a hold of the bottom of his black shirt. She instantly began to bring it up, but she paused, her eyes opening, when Bane took his hand from her, and she watched him reached behind his back, grab the back of his shirt, and easily slide it off of his head and arms before letting it drop to the floor. Jenna groaned at the site of his muscles, and she immediately reached out to run her hands over his chest and stomach.
Bane's hands were shaking as he tore them away from Jenna's body to take off the arm band, and once had dropped this onto the floor, his hands immediately went to her pants. Jenna squeaked in protest, her hands instantly taking hold of his wrists again, and Bane growled in frustration. Displeased with the noise, Jenna's eyes snapped open, and she glared at him.
"If you tear my pants I'll break this fucking belt," Jenna warned as she tightened her legs around him, signaling to the large belt he constantly wore around his hips. Butterflies started up strongly in her stomach, however, when Bane chuckled deeply, and she went lightheaded when she felt him undo the button of her pants, slowly and gently.
"I'd like to see you try," he retorted gently, catching Jenna by surprise, but she never anticipated for him to suddenly take a firm hold of her hips and turn her away from the wall. He stepped toward his bed and slammed Jenna against the mattress, enjoying the way she flinched when her head hit the bed. She groaned a second later, however, when she felt Bane slide her pants off of her legs, and as they crashed to the floor, his eyes roamed up her legs before they focused on her white, boy-shorts underwear. He went lightheaded as well as desire took him over, and suddenly he was desperate for two things: a perfect view of Jenna's ass, and the sensation that would come with touching her.
Just as Jenna's eyes opened, confusion growing due to Bane's lack of movement, he placed his hands on her hips and turned her around, forcibly, but gently, before he placed one hand on the back of her knees, his fingers spread to touch both of them, and as he lifted up her hips, he pressed on the back of her knees, forcing them to bend and hold her ass up. Due to her knew position, Jenna felt her lower half start to tingle wildly, and she let out another loud moan when she felt Bane's hand wander onto her ass. The bottom of her underwear exposed the bottoms of each cheek, but now that she was bent over, the view was even better. He kept his eyes locked on it as he moved his fingers over it, enjoying the way Jenna squirmed in front of him, but after a minute or so of this, strong want for his second desire overtook him, and Jenna grunted slightly when he forced her hips back down onto the bed. He pushed her legs apart slightly before he leaned over her, his body heavy on top of hers, but this was easily ignored when she felt his fingers wander up the length of her.
She buried her face into the blankets on his bed as she groaned. She never expected Bane to do anything like this, but currently, as he pushed her underwear to the side, Jenna felt herself about to lose control. He easily pushed one finger inside of her, and he savored the loud moan that escaped from her. The moan faded into a whine as he moved his finger in and out of her, enjoying how the inside of her felt, but as soon as he pushed two inside, Jenna lost it.
Her mouth hung open as she groaned loudly, not caring if anybody could hear, and she brought herself up onto her arms and legs, clutching the blankets as she arched her back, and she squeezed her eyes tight as she enjoyed the sensation. She had been able to tell Bane was having a hard time controlling himself; when he dragged her into his room she had expected him to fuck her right there and then, just to get it over with and release the desires, like she wanted as well. But what he was doing currently was a real treat. He was prolonging their time together, and although Jenna wished she knew all the reasons why, her mind would not allow her to ponder the situation further. All went blank as her wet walls clenched around his fingers as he wiggled them inside of her, and before she knew it, she was coming.
She cried out as she buried her head into the blankets again, her body quivering more than ever, and this took Bane by surprise. Once she had started to relax, he couldn't help but to grin as he slid his fingers out of her, enjoying the twitch that erupted from her body as he did so.
"That was... fast," he commented, amused, while Jenna started to turn around, an animal having been awoken in her, as well.
"No shit," she said back, a slip-up, Bane thought, but at the moment he didn't care at all.
Jenna was already reaching out to undo his belt, remembering how she had done it the last time, and within seconds she was angrily tossing it behind him, feeling some satisfaction when she heard it slam against the wall. Bane ignored this, his desires too strong, and as Jenna started to undo his pants he began to kick off his boots. As soon as Jenna had undone his pants, and as soon as Bane had finally kicked off his last boot, he impatiently took off his own pants. Jenna barely had time to watch him do this, for the second his pants and underwear had reached his ankles, he was already forcing her back onto the bed to climb on top of her.
As he kicked off his pants, Jenna stared intently into his eyes, wishing that he would just fuck her already. But Bane's patience had completely run out, and before Jenna could anticipate anything else, Bane took a hold of both her wrists and held them above her head, pinning them to the bed, and as Jenna flinched and squirmed at the pain, Bane was forcing himself in between her legs. As soon as Jenna had brought both of her knees up, Bane plunged himself inside her, only to pause instantly at the sensation of being inside her. Finally, after enduring that entire, difficult week, it felt as though his hunger was being fed, and his urges were fading away. Jenna groaned loudly, not only due to pleasure and relief, but also due to the harsh pressure on the wrists as Bane shifted his weight all onto the hand that was holding them, it seemed. Finally, after what seemed like an hour later, Bane finally began to swing his hips forward.
Fixed in a fast rhythm as he pounded against her, his hand still holding her wrists together, Jenna continued to emit loud and sultry moans, her mouth formed in the shape of a perfect 'O'. As he fucked her, Bane's eyes moved from her facial expressions to her bouncing breasts, and he admired both during the time his eyes focused on them. Jenna opened her eyes just as Bane's had returned to her face, and though her first instinct was to immediately close them, she found herself unable to as she stared into Bane's eyes. She was trapped, laying there, breathing shallowly and deeply as he continued to move in and out of her, and the longer she stared into his eyes, the more the pain in her wrists seemed to fade. His eyes were full of hunger, and greed toward getting what he wanted from her, but also the look of pure desire for her was unmissable. She found it absolutely captivating that such a huge, intimidating, evil and powerful man could possess eyes that were such a soft shade of gray, and hold so many deep, unknown emotions behind them.
Bane had grown stuck looking into her eyes, as well. They shone through the darkness like glow sticks, and he couldn't believe that he still found himself to be stunned over their rare color. He had been able to detect all sorts of emotions in her eyes in that newsprint photo, but staring into them, close-up, and seeing the emotions in real time was another thing. Her eyes were full of want, hunger and relief, but on a deeper level he easily detected something that he did not want too see: warmth, comfort, and a strong sense of security, and he knew all of these were being brought on by him.
He growled as he closed his eyes and bowed his head, desperate to look away from her eyes suddenly. Jenna wasn't complaining, and she gracefully shut her own eyes as she tilted her head back. Beneath his hand, he felt her arms squirming around as she grew desperate for him to free them, and after he thrusted against her a few more times, he finally released her wrists. Blood flowing back to her hands seemed just as painful as they had not even a second ago, and she groaned as she lowered her strained arms. Jenna fought through the pain, however, too desperate in her need to touch him, and not even five seconds after Bane had let go, Jenna was digging her nails into the skin on his arms.
"You know that doesn't hurt," Bane pointed out, his eyes still closed, his voice a mess of nearly inaudible grumbles as he breathed in and out deeply, but Jenna had understood him.
"I know it feels good," she purred, curling her fingers back before she raked them down his arms, pressing them into the flesh as deeply as she could go. Bane sighed through his mask, his eyes closing tighter, and in response he slammed his hands onto Jenna's hips and forced her closer to himself. Jenna cried out in pain –Bane was entering her deeper than ever– but although the pain masked much of the pleasure, it was still inviting to Jenna, and once she accepted the pain, the pleasure became more prominent, until it was the perfect mix of both.
This continued on for several more minutes until finally Jenna felt her finish approaching. She gasped as her entire body seemed to clench, her fingernails digging into the flesh on his shoulders again, and she cried out loudly as she came, her voice nearly echoing off of the walls. It was a powerful orgasm due to holding out on her strong desires the entire week, even the second time around, and not even seconds after she had came, Bane was groaning as he spilled himself into her with a couple of more thrusts. The pain subdued more and more once Bane had stopped moving, and as Jenna struggled to catch her breath, she peacefully listened to Bane doing the same through his mask, that butterfly feeling in the pit of her stomach failing to settle as she threw her arms back onto the bed. She was lightheaded, her mind blank, and she had no control over herself a moment later when she raised her arm to rest her hand down gently on Bane's shoulder blade. The action had caught him by surprise, and when Jenna felt his body tense slightly she anticipated for him to grow angry, and physically toss her out of the room, but he remained still, allowing her hand to rest there. Jenna felt her face redden, she was unsure of the gesture meant, but suddenly her hand felt like a fifty pound weight. Though her fingertips on his skin was light as a feather, it felt like a weight to Bane as well, and he could not figure out why he was accepting her to touch him so peacefully.
After another minute passed, Bane was finally pushing himself off of Jenna with his arms, and she caught herself mid-groan as Bane pulled out of her. She was still fighting to catch her breath as Bane put back on his pants and underwear, and once she heard him zip the cargo pants, she forced herself to lean up, deciding she'd better get dressed as well. She struggled to cover herself as she went about collecting her clothes and boots, and the fact that Bane was staring at her wasn't helping. Finally, after a moment or so of watching Jenna struggle to get her clothes on without exposing any sensitive body parts, Bane spoke up.
"Why do you do that?" He asked once Jenna had clasped her bra, clad only in her underwear and bra now. When she glanced at him, her shirt in her hand, her eyes were wide.
"Do what?" She wondered.
"Attempt to hide your body after... that," Bane rephrased, and Jenna swallowed as she tore her gaze away from him to stare down at her shirt.
"I don't know," she replied. "I guess I never noticed I did."
Bane remained silent. His body was still quivering, and though it felt relieved, it almost felt as though it was preparing itself for another round. This, Bane knew, could not happen. He had already given into his body, now it was time for his mind to dominate. Tonight he would rest, and tomorrow he would take part in step one of his plan.
By now, Jenna had completely finished getting dressed, and when Bane glanced back at her he saw she was heading toward the door, her boots clutched together in her hand. "Where are you going?" He asked.
Jenna paused before slowly turning to glance at him. "To the bathroom to get ready to leave, I guess," she answered. "Plus I figured it was my cue to get out. Like always," she added in a mumble, only to freeze and hope Bane had not heard what she said. But he had, only this time he was choosing to ignore it. It was at the tip of his tongue to invite her to stay, but he held himself back from doing so. He would not be the pathetic one here. Of course Jenna was to leave his room now, what else did he need her for? He nodded and began to turn around, but Jenna's first answer instantly made him wonder something shocking. He turned toward her slightly, his words halting at his lips, and Jenna watched him, wondering what was going on. Finally, Bane glanced at her, and he forced himself to say what was on his mind. "What is being done about some sort of... birth control?" He asked, feeling lightheaded at his question, for it was an inquiry he had assumed he would never have to ask.
His question had caught Jenna by surprise, and she immediately felt her face reddening. "I... um..." she began to stammer as she glanced down at her boots. "When I turned twenty one I, uh... had an implant," Jenna replied, suddenly wanting to die. Bane was staring at her, and she assumed this meant he was waiting for an explanation. "It's a stick thing that they put in your arm and-"
Bane nodded as an interruption. "As long as it's being taken care of," he replied, turning away from her a moment later. Jenna raised her eyebrows and nodded, feeling even more embarrassed as she turned to rush out of the room.
Her heart was going into a frenzy as she ran up the stairs and started toward the bathroom. Jenna had never expected Bane to ask such a question, ever, but now that he had, it made her realize how rather important the question was. But thoughts of this topic faded as intense anxiety washed over her. Jenna really didn't want to go on this mission. How much help could she prove to serve? What assistance could she offer? She knew she would just slow everybody down. Why was Bane so certain about her going? If anything, Jenna thought, it was just because he wanted her to gain experience with these sort of tasks. Rather than over-thinking that subject now, Jenna merely ignored it, and instead focused on trying to calm her nerves.
Back in his room, Bane found himself still standing in the exact same spot Jenna had left him in, his shirt laying on the floor in front of him. He was blankly staring ahead at his dresser, his mind running wild with thoughts he would prefer he didn't have, but regardless, they were beginning to consume him. Bane was not a beat-around-the-bush sort of guy at all, and he definitely wasn't one to ever shy away from a confrontation, but having had to ask Jenna that question had been more than difficult. It was a question he had never planned on asking anybody, and once he had accepted this, that whole aspect of his life had dropped, leaving him less to worry about. But now, and ever sense Jenna, his furious mind had to remind his relieved body of the importance...
But what else was there to worry about, he wondered as he finally reached down to pick up his shirt, and he stepped toward the dresser to pick up his belt from the floor. Jenna was, and had been on some sort of birth control, Bane thought as he shook his head, ashamed, to himself. That was that, wasn't it? Unfortunately, Bane couldn't escape the feelings of appreciation and approval toward her suddenly, and he found these emotions were overpowering his relief on the topic. How was it possible that the one girl whom he had decided to have these relations with seemed to fit him perfectly? Issues of pregnancy were irrelevant, his body fit so perfectly with hers, and she was able to handle anything he threw at her thus far during the act.
The only thing that tore Bane away from these thoughts was turning on his TV to view his camera images after he had put his shirt and belt on. The first thing he saw, of course, was Jenna walking down the hall and toward the stairs to the basement, a rather sad look on her face. Bane studied her for a moment, but once she disappeared off of the square he was staring at to descend the stairs, his eyes wandered over to the garages, and he watched what was left of his men finish with the final loading, some of them having already started their trip to Midtown, and Uptown Gotham. His eyes dropped away from this to stare at the Challenger, and an odd sort of feeling started to creep up onto him as he listened to Jenna's footsteps walk past his door before he listened to her own door close. A small shock ran up his spine and lingered in his neck as he stared at the challenger, watching as Isaac placed one more metal box into the trunk, and once he closed it, Bane pressed the button on the remote to turn the TV off. He wasn't entirely sure what he was feeling, but suddenly he did not want Jenna to go on this expedition. It was an intensive mission, and the one's here after were only going to get worse. He was expecting causalities of not only officers and citizens, but his men as well, trained professionals... Jenna was anything but a trained professional... What if she was the first to go?
As soon as this thought had entered his mind, Bane could not stop himself from turning to throw open his door and step out of his room to head to Jenna's. When he pushed open her door, he found her on her cot, leaning over as she finished tying her last boot on, and when she glanced up at him with wide, surprised eyes, Bane suddenly realized what he was doing, and the more than ridiculous thing he was about to do. Jenna was staring at him, waiting to see what he wanted, and after he stared into her confused and nervous eyes for a moment, he finally spoke up.
"You're not... your assistance is no longer needed," Bane informed, deciding this sounded much better than telling her 'you're not going anymore." When Jenna would ask why, this new statement would be much easier to answer.
"Why?" Jenna wondered, taken back by this ridiculously random turn of events. Bane appeared to be having a hard time answering (regardless), and he seemed rushed. What was going on?
"You'll offer more trouble than help," Bane explained. Not necessarily a lie, but it also wasn't the entire truth, either. But nothing could ever make Bane verbally express that he was keeping Jenna at the warehouse to avoid her getting hurt... or dying. Just the thought alone made Bane feel physically sick, but regardless, he maintained his composure. "We need to finish this task accurately and completely," he went on.
"And you think I'm not capable of doing so?" It was becoming evident to Jenna that there was more on Bane's mind than just accurate completion of this task. With the way he had so desperately expressed how bad he had been wanting her, and with the way he barged in here not even five minutes later to tell her she wasn't going, Jenna had a feeling that he was, in a way, looking out for her well-being. Jenna wanted to believe it made sense, but did it really? That would imply so many things...
"No," Bane replied. "I don't. Not with this."
Jenna wanted to test her theory. "Well," she began, stretching her legs out, and she pretended to think for a moment. "I'll never learn, or gain experience," she pointed out. "If I don't go out into the field."
Bane narrowed his eyes on her. Did Jenna know what was really up? How could she, though?
"Are you telling me that you feel confident enough to accurately assist with assembling explosives? Do you know anything about them?"
Shit... Jenna's plan had failed, and due to Bane's comment, she began to wonder if her theory was even correct. His answer made it clear that he was only thinking about the operation at hand. "No..." Jenna finally mumbled, defeated.
"Alright then," Bane said, feeling fortunate that Jenna had brought this conversation to an easy end, without any real feelings having been exposed. "You will stay here tonight then."
Jenna nodded. "Okay." Without another word, Bane turned and exited her room, leaving Jenna alone with her thoughts.
Although verbally the conversation had disproved her theory, Jenna couldn't help but to feel as though there was still more to it. Why was Bane so quick to decide that she was going, and then after they finally got to be amongst each other, decide so quickly that she wasn't going? She knew Bane knew since the start that Jenna didn't know anything about what she was supposed to do on site, but yet he had still decided in the beginning to make her go. That was the main reason Jenna had a feeling Bane had other intentions for keeping her there. But what were they?
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The rest of the evening passed quickly into night time, and after staying awake in her room for hours, craving another cigarette, Jenna finally fell asleep, clad still in her boots. She wasn't sure how long she had been sleeping, however, when loud sounds and voices woke her up from a very light and shallow sleep. She woke with a start, and once she sat up in the cot she made a disgusted face once she realized she had been sweating. Frowning, she wiped her face, and she listened to the noises outside.
"...how many?" She heard Bane's voice rise through the rest.
"Sixteen, Sir," somebody answered. "And waiting to confirm more." The voices and clanking of objects continued, but right when Jenna had gotten use to the noise as she continued to sit there, Bane's voice barking new orders caused her to jump.
"Everybody upstairs!" He called. "Finish unloading and park the vehicles in the garages. Barsad!" He yelled, and Jenna waited, her eyes wide. "I need to know what went wrong," she heard Bane speak up again, though his voice was further away. The voices and noises started to fade until finally the basement was left dead silent. Jenna remained in her room for a moment, wondering if it was a good idea to see what was going on. Finally, her curiosity got the better of her, and before she could second-guess her choices, she was throwing open her door and stepping into the basement.
A few metal and wooden boxes had been stacked to the right of her room, nearly fifteen feet away, and upon glancing to her left she saw Bane's door was wide open. She walked over, seeing if he was inside it, but when she saw it was empty she figured Bane had gone upstairs with the rest. She considered going outside, but she quickly decided against this. It would be freezing outside, and she had a feeling she would be very unwelcome there. Sitting and waiting for Bane to return seemed like a better idea.
So Jenna waited in her room. She began with sitting on her cot, staring out of her door and toward the stairs, waiting for somebody to walk through them, but as the minutes passed, her eyes grew heavier and heavier, and she made the mistake of letting herself lay down. Before she knew it, her eyes had slid closed, and again, she was unsure how long she had been asleep, but heavy footsteps pounding down the stairs woke her up however long later. She leaned up instantly and glanced out of the door, happy to see that Bane was returning to the basement, alone, but she was upset to see that he looked rather annoyed. If she was to ask him what happened, would he even answer? Jenna's burning curiosity pushed her forward to the door.
"What happened?" She asked just before Bane could reach his room. He paused and glanced over at her, his first instinct to ignore her, but before his body could comply, he was already opening his mouth to speak.
"During the distraction to misdirect the police and citizens," he began. "There were sixteen causalities."
Jenna's eyebrows furrowed. "Of your men?" She confirmed, and she watched Bane nod.
"It's more than I was expecting, but-"
"Wait," Jenna interrupted, stepping out of her room more. "You were anticipating for people to die?"
"Yes," Bane answered, his tone making it seem as though it was something Jenna should have already known. "With plans like these being put into action, it would be silly not to anticipate death."
Jenna felt lightheaded. "Is that why you didn't make me go?" She imagined herself asking him. She pictured Bane quickly shooting down her question. "Absolutely not," he would say. "Had you of gone, you would have caused more to end up dead." But deep down, another feeling was imagining him to reply with different answers. She could see him simply ignoring her question to keep it in the air and alive with out an answer, and merely stepping inside his room and closing the door. Even deeper down in her heart, where this sick emotion was stemming from, she pictured him giving her the answer she not only assumed was correct now, but secretly wanted to hear. "Yes," he would sigh, defeated as he bowed his head slightly. There would be no need for him to go on.
But Jenna hadn't asked the question, and although Bane had been anticipating for her to ask something that related his decision back to her, she never did, and for this he was thankful. They remained staring at each other for another moment before Bane finally stepped into his room without a word, and he closed the door behind him, leaving Jenna to stand in her doorway, her mind racing.
Bane had to have kept her at the warehouse to protect her, Jenna figured. All the signs were pointing to this now. Bane knew people would die, and while yes, Jenna would have been more trouble than help, Bane knew that Jenna's inexperience would be the ultimate cause of her death. A strong shock ran up Jenna's spine as she backed into her room, not bothering to close the door. Jenna was ninety percent sure Bane had made her stay at the warehouse to avoid her death. Bane had saved her life, and Jenna was certain he was aware of this.
She felt dizzy, and she immediately plopped down onto her cot. Bane didn't want her to die? Come to think of it, it was clear now that this had been true for a while now. This explained all the second chances he had been giving her, his patience and tolerance with her, the greed and passion he exuded when they were alone together...
The room was spinning, and Jenna closed her eyes. If any of this wasn't true, Jenna couldn't even anticipate how stupid and embarrassed she would feel. But she had a strong feeling that it was true, not only due to logic, feelings and theories, but mainly due to the fact that now she was realizing she felt the same way. She had known all along for a while, but she never wanted to face, or think about the truth. It was explained now: her stronger will to live, her constant thoughts and desires about Bane, her desperation to be with him... it wasn't confidence that came to her when they were alone, it was being consumed in the moment, and blindly acting out her body's desires. It was always natural reactions, it was her mind and body telling her she'd be okay with doing what she did to him. Jenna sighed as she turned over in her cot. How, and when the fuck had this all happened? It defied everything that was right. Jenna was living in the strongest wrong she would ever know, but she knew there was no getting out of it. Bane's caring action had brought this realization to her, and now she couldn't help but stare the truth face on, dead in the eye of it.
She wished she could just ask him to get his clarification, but she knew he would never give it to her. At the same time, she knew she would never tell him the exact truth, either. She couldn't help but want to express her gratitude, though. Bane had saved her life. Maybe her life was hell now, but they both knew her desires to live, and due to that last minute decision, here she was was, alive as ever. But what could she say? What could she do? Do... Jenna thought, an idea coming to mind. She remembered that picture of Bane wearing that large coat, and the tone of voice he had had when she asked him about it. What if she was to express her secret thank you by getting him his coat back? But was that stupid? Was it a death threat in itself? How would that appear to Bane, especially if Jenna's theory was wrong?
She sighed, feeling nervous, but more so determined to do it. Whether Bane realized it or not, he had done Jenna a huge kindness, and in turn, Jenna wanted to repay it. If her theory was wrong, and if her actions confused Bane, then she figured she would deal with that later. All she knew now was she had to figured out how she was going to go about secretly doing this...
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