Saturday (DCAU)

Bruce wearily trudged up the steps of the manor, anxiously anticipating crawling into his bed and sleeping for several hours. No Wayne Enterprise business meetings demanded his attention tomorrow, no Justice League matter required his presence.

It was Saturday, and he was going to thoroughly enjoy every single moment of the time that had been afforded him. It felt like forever since he'd had a free Saturday all to himself, one that had not been filled with responsibilities and duties and meeting. It was just him doing whatever he wanted to do, and he was going to enjoy every bit of it. He wasn't going to allow anything or anyone to intrude on his day.

Entering his bedroom, he set his cell phone on his bedside table before removing his t-shirt and shorts, crawling into his bed with a grunt of pain. He sighed contentedly as his head sunk into the pillows. He closed his eyes, relishing the feel of his bed enveloping his body that ached from the fight that he'd been involved in tonight.

He rolled onto his right side as sleep began to claim him as his cell phone chimed an alert of an incoming text message. His left eye popped open, knowing it was from a certain Amazon Princess. He had designated a special tone just for her. To him, it fit her perfectly.

It had named it Corona. It reminded him of Diana because her inner spirit was warm and bright, radiating like the sun. The sun's corona extended millions of kilometers into outer space just like her reach to the people around her. That was why he'd created the notification just for her.

Of course, she had no idea he'd done that, and she never would if he had anything to say about it.

Bruce contemplated ignoring the text message and just going to sleep. He could talk to her later after he'd slept for several hours, but the thought that she might really need him kept nagging at him. With a sigh, he picked up his cell phone to read the message.

D: Hi. What r u doing?

He frowned at the screen of his cell phone. Definitely not a request for his help. Turning his phone off, he set it back on the bedside table and closed his eyes as he settled in for the night, waiting for sleep to come…which it didn't. Several moments ticked by before his left eye suddenly popped open again, his eyebrows knitting. He picked up his phone again and typed a response.

B: Why are you awake at this hour?

D: Can't sleep.

B: Guilty conscious?

D: What? Why would I be guilty?

B: Never mind. Why can't you sleep?

D: IDK. Just things on my mind.

Bruce frowned as he rolled onto his back, wondering what could be on the Amazon princess's mind at four o'clock in the morning.

B: What is it?

D: How was patrol?

Bruce's lips thinned into a grim lip. She was avoiding answering him, piquing his curiosity even more. He would let it go for now, but he would find out what was troubling her one way or another.

B: Eventful

D: What is that supposed to mean?! U didn't get shot again did u?

B: No

D: Blown up?

B: No

D: Stabbed?

B: No

D: Held hostage?

B: No

D: Attacked by Clayface?

B: No

D: Joker?

B: No

D: Bane?

B: No

D: Catwoman? XXX

Bruce snorted in amusement at the three emoji's that followed Catwoman's name. It was obvious how Diana felt about her. His lips curled slightly at the dislike that she felt about his past relationship with the feline thief. It had been mostly physical with no real attachments, ending a long time ago.

D: Bruce?

B: No

D: Are u going to make me go through ur whole rogues gallery?

Bruce chuckled, her annoyance coming through loud and clear. He could picture the look on her face at that moment, the fire in her eyes and the pursing of her lips, the slight flare of her nostrils. It was quite intoxicating to behold.

B: Killer Croc

D: Are u all right?

B: A little sore.

D: Need me to kiss it and make it better?

Bruce felt a shiver race through him, one that eased a measure of his fatigue. He found himself fully alert and awake now. Her flirtatiousness was awakening other things as well.

B: There would be an awful lot of places to kiss, princess.

D: Hmmm…I have my work cut out for me. Good thing I love a challenge.

B: Could take hours.

D: I have the time and more than enough energy.

B: I'm not sure you could handle me.

D: Are u sure u can handle me, Dark Knight?

Another shiver shot through him with her playful text, his mind beginning to race with possibilities and fantasies that he knew he shouldn't, but she'd been on his mind a lot lately…far more than he cared to admit. He couldn't help but wonder what if he finally gave into his feelings for her, the feelings that'd he'd kept a tight leash on for so long.

He decided there was only one way to find out…and he definitely wanted to find out.

B: I'm more than up for the challenge.

Several seconds went by without any response, making him wonder if he had scared her away when she finally texted him back.

D: Is that an invitation, Bruce?

B: Would you accept it if it were?

D: Depends.

B: Depends on what?

D: How serious u are.

B: Very

A few moments later, Diana appeared in his bedroom dressed in a lacy, navy blue lingerie that caused Bruce's breath to hitch. Her hands found the curve of her hips as she stared at him, her head tilting in question. "Very serious?"

Bruce nodded his head as he tried to make his brain function in conjunction with his tongue. It was a simple feat that he was struggling mightily to accomplish. "Very…on one condition," he finally replied as he placed his phone on his bedside table before sitting up in bed. The sheet and bedcover fell away, revealing his perfectly chiseled chest marred with countless scars and bruises beginning to form.

A single raven eyebrow arched in query as she walked towards his side of the bed with a sexy sway of her hips. She sat down beside him, her hand coming to rest on the other side of his legs as she leaned in. "What's that?"

Bruce's gaze wandered longingly along her throat down to the tops of her breasts that were partially hidden by the lacy material. His mouth watered in anticipation as he forced himself to tear his eyes away from the luscious view afforded him when she leaned towards him.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his piercing blue eyes attempting to penetrate her soul. "Why couldn't you sleep?"

She drew a deep breath, releasing it slowly as she shook her head. "It's silly…really," she tried to tell him as her gaze fell to the bedspread that covered his lower half. "Just a bad dream."

His fingers caressed her cheek before his hand slipped up into her hair to hold her head. "Tell me," he insisted.

Diana looked up, losing herself in the very real concern she found in his eyes. "Morpheus visited me tonight in my sleep," she revealed. "I had a dream that Joker captured you. I looked everywhere for you, but I didn't find you until it was too late. Joker had tortured and killed you. I didn't get to you in time to save you…and I lost you."

"I'm fine," he assured her, the corner of his lips quirking slightly. "No Joker tonight. In fact, he's safely locked away in Arkham."

"I know you can take care of yourself, but I still worry about you," she softly confessed, her nose caressing his. "I always will, Bruce. I didn't want you to go another day without you knowing how deeply I care about you."

"I worry too," he admitted as his mouth sought out hers, "because I care about you…far more than I should."

He didn't give her a chance to respond as he abruptly pressed his lips to hers. She tilted her head as her lips parted, bidding him come and taste. He eagerly intensified the kiss as his tongue sensually massaged hers, savoring their combined taste. It was like ambrosia to his system, causing the flame that burned deep inside of him for her to burn even hotter.

He fisted her hair as his desire deepened, invading every single part of him. Her hands found his shoulders as he stole her breath like a thief in the night, her fingers pressing into his flesh as they gave in to their mutual longing for one another.

Diana gently pushed him to lay back against the pillows, moving to straddle his waist with only the bedcover separating them. She broke the kiss only to place fleeting kisses along his jaw and down his throat, across his collarbone to his pulse point. Finding a large bruise forming on his right pectoralis, she tenderly kissed and caressed the blemish.

Bruce pressed the back of his head into the pillows behind him, his eyelids falling closed with the building pleasure that had his entire body responding to her in some way. His heart was beginning to hammer, his pulse racing, his blood pulsating in his ears as his breath grew a little more erratic.

This was definitely not the way that he had anticipated the rest of his night going, but he was not complaining. In fact, he was growing desperate to get her under him so he could take control. At the same time, his mind was screaming at him to let her have her way with him, anxious to see what the Amazon princess would do. He had a feeling she would blow his mind in ways never experienced before.

His fingers played with the straps of her lingerie, more than ready to take this further. She was driving him crazy with the way she was kissing and caressing him. He gasped sharply as her hand slipped beneath the bedcovers to grasp his arousal, his hips automatically bucking in response.

"Are there any other bruises that need attention?" she asked with a sultry lilt as she stroked him with a languid pace that had his head spinning.

He pushed the bedcovers off of him, revealing all of himself to her. "My hip," he managed to utter with a moan.

She leaned down to kiss his left hip, the purple blemish glaring at her despite her tender ministrations. She hummed as she continued to stroke him, her lips moving across his lower abdomen. She nearly yelped in surprise when Bruce abruptly grabbed her by her shoulders and hauled her up his body to crush his mouth to hers.

She wiggled her bottom against his hard arousal, earning a throaty growl from her would-be lover. She gripped him once more before sliding down his length, taking every hard inch of him inside of herself. She didn't waste any time as she ground her pelvis against his before rocking back and forth, alternating between tightening and relaxing her inner walls.

Bruce thought he was going to pass out from the heated pleasure that shot through his veins and settled in his pelvis. It felt as if her lips were scorching him wherever she kissed him, tattooing him with her name and her very essence. This was more than physical…more than emotional. She was reaching in and touching him in ways no other woman had ever been able to, binding them heart, body, and soul.

Her lips met his in a sensual caress, their tongues stroking and mimicking the movements of their intimate parts as she lifted herself off of him only to lower herself almost as quickly. Her hot, panting breath merged with his, both teetering on the precipice of a shattering release as they struggled to hang on.

Bruce gripped her lingerie, tearing it away from her body with a growl of pure lust. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her down to lay on top of him as they continued to rock together in the intimate dance of lovers. He kissed her deeply as his hands roughly gripped her backside before caressing along the length of her spine. His fingers tangled in her hair, keeping her right where he wanted her as he ravished her.

He suddenly rolled her onto her back, penetrating thrusts forcing her to call out his name as she gripped his shoulders. "Don't hold back," he whispered breathlessly in her ear.

"I…I don't want to hurt you," she murmured, arching her back and her neck as he completely gave himself over to her.

"You won't," he assured her as he kissed and nuzzled her throat. "Show me you want me…show me you love me."

"I do…I do love you," she confessed, her mouth crashing into his.

He returned her kiss, allowing her to take control once more as she rolled him onto his back. She flipped her hair back as she began to ride him, showing him everything that she was…everything that she felt for him and wanted with him. Her blue eyes were like a window to her soul as she allowed him to see every part of her.

His hands settled on her waist as he watched her make love to him. It was erotic, to say the least, making him want her even more than ever before. He felt every bit of her heart in every move of her hips, every caress of her hand, every gasp of his name.

Bruce gritted his teeth as his body tensed and spasmed, Diana crying out as his hot seed filled her. Breathing heavily, she smiled down at him as she ran her fingers back through her hair, her chest heaving as she struggled to regain some semblance of control.

"How did you know that I loved you?" she asked, her hand coming to rest on his chest as she steadied herself over him, refusing to allow him to leave her body just yet.

"Because…I love you too," he panted in reply, gazing up at her with a smirk on his lips.

She beamed down at him with his confession as she caressed his jaw. "But how did you know I loved you too?"

"It's hard not to feel it, princess," he admitted, reaching up to cradle the back of her head. "You wouldn't have been so bothered by a dream if I didn't mean more to you than Wally."

Diana attempted to surpass a grin as she leaned down to kiss him. Her hands came to rest on the mattress on either side of his head as she hovered over him. "You are incorrigible, Bruce Wayne."

"I've been called worse," he teased.

Her expression grew serious as she gazed into his azure eyes, the love she held for him shining brightly. "Are you sure I didn't hurt you?"

"The only way you could hurt me is by leaving me," he assured her.

She kissed him softly…tenderly. "No worries about that."

Bruce flipped her over as he kissed her back, anxious to make love to her. He never would've guessed that this was how he was going to spend his Saturday, but he knew with every fiber of his being this was the only way he wanted to spend his Saturdays from here on out.

A/N: Just some shameless sexy times to brighten your day! Hope you enjoyed it.

NOTE: Working on Family Crisis as well as an update for The Wayne Family Chronicles. :)