Chapter 8 The Manor

Jacqueline had packed a simple bag and had decided at the last minute she was going to Wayne Manor in her pajamas. He said adult sleep over and she was going to make it one. She slid behind the steering wheel in a pair of cotton blue and white striped pajamas with her favorite white waffle robe and blue house shoes on for the drive. She text Bruce before she left. "On my way. I'm in my pajamas and I expect you to be in yours when I arrive."

Bruce replied with an emoji winking and she smiled. The drive to Wayne Manor took over thirty minutes and she had not expected that at all. By the time she arrived it was well after eight o'clock but just like Bruce said Alfred met her at the door. "Jacqueline, a pleasure to see you again madam. Shall I take your bags and park your car?"

She handed Alfred her car keys. "It's just the one bag Alfred. I can take it to wherever we are sleeping when Bruce gives me the tour."

"Oh so there's a tour?" she heard his deep voice ask from the entry way.

"You cannot invite a girl up to Wayne Manor and not give her a tour of the house Bruce. It's just not proper."

He grinned at her and she felt herself blush. "You have a point. Let's start the tour by dropping your bag off in the slumber party room and then we'll see the house."

She laughed. "Slumber party room? Is that a bed room or do you have sleeping bags and pillows spread out on the floor somewhere with nail polish and popcorn?"

"It's the master bedroom, unless you would rather have the other and then I can make that happen."

She took a deep breath. "The master bedroom is fine." She glanced back at Alfred. "Thanks for parking the car Alfred."

"Not at all madam. Master Bruce please let me know if you'll be needing anything and be aware there are some provisions provided in the master suite already."

Bruce smirked at Alfred. "I'm sure I know what your provisions are already Alfred."

Bruce led Jacqueline up a wide stair case to the second level of the house and down a hallway lined with large pictures. She recognized a painting of the manor and one of Gotham City Hall as it had looked in the 1950's. Bruce pushed open a door and Jacqueline followed him into a bedroom done with deep red and gold colors. It was incredibly masculine and comfortable in appearance. There was no clutter and the only photos in the room were of a little boy and an attractive couple Jacqueline figured were his parents. "It's beautiful," she said, "but I am a little disappointed there aren't sleeping bags."

He chuckled. "I'm too old to sleep on the floor."

He took her bag from her and walked it into a large room off of the bedroom that she assumed was the bathroom. She took a moment to appreciate him. He was a beautiful man and she was thrilled to see he really was wearing pajamas. The navy sleep pants hung loosely on his hips and his gray Harvard t-shirt had obviously been worn many times. "I'm glad you are really in your pajamas," she said nervously. "I didn't want to look like an idiot showing up in my robe and house shoes and you be in a suit and tie."

"You could never look like an idiot," Bruce said softly walking back towards her.

She watched him and took notice of his muscular arms and jawline before focusing on his lips. They were a beautiful, deep red color and she imagined kissing him would be more than amazing. His eyes twinkled in the lamp light of the bedroom as he stepped closer to her. He stopped with an inch or so between them. "I haven't greeted you properly," he said.

"You haven't?" she asked shocked at how calm her voice sounded while her heart was beating a million times a minute.

He slide a finger along her jawline and she watched his mouth mesmerized by his lips. He placed a finger under her chin and tilted her face up to meet his. He kissed her softly at first and when she opened her mouth to him he deepened the kiss and pulled her up against him. He swept his tongue inside of her mouth and nipped at her lower lip when she groaned at the back of her throat. When he broke the kiss she almost whimpered in dismay. "If we don't start the tour I'll sleep over is going to head in another direction very quickly," he said quietly.

"I can… I can see the house later," she said, not wanting him to stop touching her.

"And we can do this later too. I don't want to rush things. I think I am already rushing things by forcing you to spend the night tonight."

"Forcing... Forcing me? I am an adult and I decided to spend the night with you Mr. Wayne. I wanted to be here and so I am, not because you are forcing me to do a damn thing!" she yelled at him.

He backed up with his hands in front of him in a defensive display. "Yes ma'am Ms. Nallier. But I do feel like I pressured you."

She crossed her arms in front of her chest and glared at him. "How were drinks with your friend?" he asked catching her off guard.

"I didn't… we didn't… Alicia canceled our drinks. She always cancels, but on the off chance she actually meets me I always accept her invitation."

He nodded. "Nobody ever cancels on me, but it's usually because they are after money or something."

"Callous much?"

"It's the truth."

"Do you think I'm after your money?"

"No, I think you have enough of your own. That's one thing that attracted me to you. You are a self-made woman."

Not entirely she thought, thinking of Jack, but she shrugged it off. "So where does the tour start?"

He held out his hand for her to take. "Let's go to the kitchen first. I'm sure Alfred has some snacks ready by now."

She took his hand and let him lead her through the house. After a cup of hot chocolate and a raspberry scone in the kitchen with Alfred, Bruce had taken her to the main rooms in the house. The library was amazing, but he admitted he had not read many of the books, they were more for show than anything. He showed her a sun room, formal dining room, and office before taking her back to the master bedroom. "Back so soon," she said with a smirk.

"I want to show you my favorite part of the house," he said pulling her towards a set of French doors. "This is my personal balcony and it looks out over Gotham City."

The night air was cool but Bruce wrapped his arms around her shoulders to keep her warm. The view was amazing. The lights of Gotham City shined like diamonds against the blackness of the night. "I sit out here some nights and listen to the noises from Gotham City. The sirens and murmurs from the crowds as they leave midnight movies are soothing in a weird way."

She leaned back against him and held her breath as he slipped a hand inside her robe. His fingers grazed the skin near her belly button and she gasped at the touch. With his other hand he lifted her face to his and kissed her. She opened her mouth willingly to him this time and their tongues entwined. He tasted like hot chocolate and she thought it was the most intoxicating flavor in the world. He turned her in his arms and held her against him, never breaking contact with her mouth. She moaned as he deepened the kiss and ran his hands over her backside pulling her tight against him.

He broke the kiss and she cried out when he did. He ran one of his fingers along her cheek and chin and kissed her chastely. "You are wearing far too many clothes Jacqueline," he said softly against her mouth. "With one simple tug I can have this robe off of you and better access to your smooth skin."

He fingered the knot that held the robe together and with a swift pull her robe was open and her simple cotton pajamas were more visible to him. He kissed her again, this time letting his hands roam under her top to grasp her naked breast. "No underwear," he said quickly making her giggle.

"I don't sleep in a bra and panties silly," she said with a smile. "I typically don't sleep in anything at all, but I thought it might be inappropriate for me to meet Alfred at the door naked."

"You could have let me know you were coming naked… I could have met you at the door."

"But it's so much more fun to undress each other, don't you think Bruce?" she asked as she slipped a hand across his stomach and felt him suck in quickly.

Bruce picked her up and kissed her all the way to his bed. He lay her down and quickly joined her and the weight from his body on hers was amazing. He groaned at their contact and started unbuttoning her top. When her breasts were bare to him he stared at her for several moments taking in all of her before using his mouth and tongue on her body. He suckled at her breast, eliciting a low moan and a subtle thrusting of her hips toward him. He looked up at her from his position and grinned. The break in contact gave her the opportunity to pull his shirt over his head and toss it on the floor.

He moved on top of her again and the skin to skin contact was incredible. He lifted her back slightly off the bed and pulled her top from beneath her tossing it on the floor with his shirt. Moments later he had kissed his way down her body to the edge of her pajama bottoms and hooking his thumbs in the waist band pulled them off her in one swift motion. Her most private part was visible to him now and she heard his growl as he ran his hands down her thighs. "You are so beautiful," he said quietly. "I think I would have preferred you at the door naked for sure now."

She smiled at him. "I'm naked in your bed now… I think you would prefer that… ahhh…"

She gasped as his mouth made contact with her core. "Now I know how to make you be quiet," he said into her womanhood before kissing her there again.

He worshipped her with his tongue and his mouth for what seemed like hours and reveled in the orgasms she had at his attention. She called his name in between moans and when she finally relaxed beneath him after a fourth or fifth orgasm he stopped his onslaught. "Don't sleep now Jacqueline," he said looking at her heavy eyes. "We've only just begun."

His kiss was intense and he made sure she was able to taste her flavor. "You are delicious," he said with a grin against her mouth.

He pulled back from her and stood at the side of the bed before removing his pajama bottoms. He had also been naked underneath and looking at his member, erect and ready she thought he was the most beautiful site she had ever seen. He opened the top drawer of his bedside table and removed a small package which he tore open and used the contents appropriately. "Alfred's provisions."

"No children born out of wed lock for the Wayne family," she said with a laugh.

"Not tonight anyway," he replied.

He joined her on the bed and kneeled between her thighs. She drew her knees back and gasped as he entered her slowly. He watched her face the entire time and only once he was fully embedded in her did he break their eye contact to relish in the feel of her. He lay atop her and she wrapped her legs around his waist and they both began to thrust in a quick and steady motion that found them both panting and moaning. "Come for me Jacqueline," Bruce said against her mouth and she did exactly as he wanted.

Bruce used her orgasm to create his own and he collapsed on top of her spent. They lay there quietly for several minutes trying to catch their breath. He lifted himself off of her and smiled at her. "That was…"

"Not so bad for an old man," she said interrupting him making him smirk at her.

"Let's go take a shower and get ready for bed," he said getting up from the bed and reaching for her hand.

She started to pick up her pajamas to take to the bathroom with her but he stopped her. "I thought you slept naked?" he asked before pulling her behind him into the shower.