And so, it begins! There will be some steamy stuff in this chapter, if you don't like that kind of stuff, I suggest you skip the chapter. If you do, enjoy!
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Making the Best of It
Chapter 8
Gotham City-Outside a Police Precinct
Two uniform police officers exited their precinct, starting their shift.
"So, I say to my wife—HOLY SHIT!" he exclaimed as a beaten-up fellow dropped from the sky.
His partner went to check on the person and made a realization, "Holy crap!" she couldn't help but say, "It's Firefly!" she turned to her partner.
Suddenly, the officers heard a fluttering sound and a large shadow gliding overhead. They looked up and immediately identified what the figure was.
"Batman," the male officered whispered. He never saw the guy before tonight, although he only got a glimpse of the famed vigilante. Once he was finished his gazing, he turned back to the wanted criminal, whom was being attended to by his partner.
"Damn," he couldn't help but utter, taking a look at Firefly's injuries. "That's the fourth one this week," he said to his partner.
"Bat's been on the warpath recently. He knocked out one of Killer Croc's teeth two nights ago. Mad Hatter had his hands broken. Tweedledee and Tweedledum are in traction at the hospital. And Two-Face had both his arms and legs broken last night," the female officer recapitulated to her partner.
"Wonder what got into him?" the male officer spoke absently.
"God knows," his partner shrugged, getting out her handcuffs.
The Lunar Batcave
On the dark side of the moon within the stationary rock was Batman's secret lab. Designed for the purpose of securing some of Batman's most dangerous experiments. Some too dangerous to be conducted on Earth.
The scowling vigilante teleported up to the moon via a Justice League teleporter. He made his way to his intended area with a tray in hand containing a sandwich, a drink, and an apple.
He soon arrived at his destination.
The prison cell block, which was recently constructed, was equipped to be inescapable and tamper-proof. Constant surveillance monitoring the prisoners every move. As well as equipped with a bathing unit with plumbing, all handled remotely.
The cells were designed humanely, though with zero human contact.
The vigilante will have the food distributor completed soon. These trips were starting to affect his work. The sooner that was taken care of the sooner he will get back to what matters.
He arrived at the only occupied cell at the moment, his eyes narrow, disgust hidden behind white lenses.
He put the tray inside an opening in the wall, mechanical noises were made before the tray was dropped unceremoniously inside the cell.
"Dinner," he announced roughly, earning the occupant's ire.
The occupant walked from the corner they were leaning against, walking to the tray, "Dinner? You call this dinner," the occupant scoffed.
"It's food. Eat it," he growled.
"Get me some of caviar. Or a steak. I know you can afford it, Bruce," the occupant smirked behind bandages.
"Just eat it, Hush," Batman told him roughly.
"No thanks, Bruce," Hush taunted.
"Oh, well, I tried," Batman replied dryly.
"What's the plan here, Bruce?" Hush called out. "You gonna keep me here forever? Come on, you know that's not going to happen."
"We'll see," was all he said.
"Oh! Is this about the kid coming to town?" Hush's voice elevated and then mocked him. He smirked deviously behind his bandages, "Oh, I get!" he exclaimed in realization. "You're going after every one that knows you're Batman."
The detective ignored the comments even though what he said was true. He knew what he was doing was hypocritical of him after displaying his disapproval of Damian's way of doing the job.
"It's not going to work, Bruce. We're all going to get that kid and put one more knife if your black heart," Hush kept up his taunting.
Batman turned walking away, he delivered the food, now it was time to get back to work.
"Oh, don't walk away angry, Bruce! We're just getting started!" Hush laughed, pounding of the glass cell door.
"You're pathetic Tommy, you always have been," that was Batman's final word as he left Hush. He was sure that Elliot delivered some scathing insult, though he didn't hear it, too engrossed with his own thoughts.
Although, some of what Hush said, was true. He was cleaning up the city, targeting his foes in preparation for the baby. While dispatching his enemies that plague Gotham, Batman has been apprehending the ones that could compromise his identity and in turn harm his daughter.
He swore he wouldn't let that happen. He would protect her, from everything.
Besides, the prison facilities in Gotham were laughable. Gotham's revolving door prison system has done more harm than good. Enough was enough. This prison was much more difficult to escape from.
How do you escape from the moon?
Plus, with no human contact, bribing or threatening a guard into cooperation was impossible. It was extreme but this was how he will protect his daughter.
Or be damned trying.
On the Streets of Gotham City
The plan was simple. Two armored vans carrying two teams of five. The armored convoys were tricked out to withstand heavy artillery.
It'd take an RPG to do any damage. The bullet proof glass would stop heavy caliber bullets from penetrating this vehicle.
The crew were wearing state of the art armor, stolen from an ARGUS facility, one of individuals has a contact, and don't even get them started on the weapons they are packing.
Top of the line blasters could put a hole through a steel wall.
The target is some museum charity for a new wing for children interested in Greek artwork. As well as most of the donations given to various charitable works.
All of this was the idea of some Greek woman, a rich guy knocked up.
The second van will arrive four minutes after the first van. The second one will make off with the cash, while the first one gets all the attention.
That was the plan, but someone else had ideas of their own.
Abruptly, the driver of caravan one noticed something on the road. "There's an obstruction ahead!" he alerted the others.
"What is it?"
"Can't tell," the driver replied back, after leaning in a little, squinting his eyes.
The obstruction was a line of caltrops, three sharp spikes reinforced titanium alloy, capable of piercing industrial grade tires.
The caravan's headlights illuminated the road ahead, aiding the driver's vision. "Someone's set traps on the road!" he alerted his crew.
It's the Bat!" one stated. It was an obvious statement, understanding whose town Gotham was.
"Of course," one member started acting tough. He readily cocked his blaster, "Let him try it. I'll make him a stain," getting cocky. "Don't know why all the freaks in this town haven't killed him by know?"
He earned blank stares from his comrades. "What?"
"You're an out of towner, aren't you?" one inquired.
"Yeah," he replied haughtily.
The man scoffed, "You'll find out soon," he uttered knowingly.
"The hell does that mean?!"
He didn't get a reply, however, the driver yelled out, "Incoming!"
Heads whipped straight ahead, as a harpoon was shot, crashing through the windshield piercing the reinforced glass and embedding itself into the seat cushions between the driver and passenger.
The two in front visibly flinched fearful of get stabbed.
Suddenly, parts of the harpoon began to flash red.
"Bomb! It's a bomb!" one of them panicked in terror.
It wasn't. The person who fired the harpoon doesn't car bomb people. He has a phobia involving killing.
The driver slammed on the breaks only for the blinking to cease and a dark colored gas erupted inside the vehicle.
"Gas!" the passenger exclaimed in a coughing fit.
The driver lost control of the caravan, suddenly swerved to the right and then the left. Coughing from inhaling the gas.
He lost the battle with the vehicle, tipping over into a roll.
Loud crashes reverberated in the neighborhood, a pair of older gentlemen, long since retired sat on their stoop drinking apathetic to the van rolling down the street. Their heads followed the vehicle as it went down their street. Must be Wednesday.
Inside was a mess of tangled limbs, painful groaning, and without question broken mercenaries.
Black fumes leaked from the broken windshield, just as a dark silhouette stood before the damaged vehicle with a launcher rifle resting on his shoulder the cable hovered in the mid-air connecting to the device.
The driver groaned as he started to regain consciousness and to be met with a pair of glaring white eyes. "Oh," he grunted. Blood leaking down his head, "You," he was impassive.
"Me," Batman grunted, a sharp kick delivered to the man's head, putting him back into the lulls of unconsciousness.
Batman placed a hand to his head, "Penny-one," he hailed, "What about the other truck?"
"Being dealt with as we speak, sir," Alfred answered over comms. "And might I add you are late for Miss Diana's big night."
"I'm busy," the black and gray clad man grunted again.
"I am aware of that, sir. But Miss Diana has worked quite hard on this fundraiser and I'm sure she would prefer your company," the butler reasoned.
"… How are we on that other truck?" Batman preceded on task. Alfred sighed tiredly.
"The car is dealing with them as we speak," the older man responded cutting communications with a click.
The click was off-putting to the man, however, he remained on task.
Across town a black vehicle in the guise of a bat crashed into the caravan carrying heavily armed thugs.
A titanium reinforced bumper smashed the caravan off the street and crashing into a brick wall. The batmobile's autopilot switched gears going into reverse returning to the street. Missile ports shoot open from the chassis firing sticky foam encasing the vehicle, ensuring the caravan was stuck to the wall encumbering the doors and windows trapping the perpetrators inside and awaiting police arrest.
Batman was perched on top of an apartment building staring down at the scene, an anonymous call to GCPD, with units inbound. The vigilante leapt off the building to his car, with a place in mind.
Gotham Museum of Natural History
Within the newly constructed wing devoted to ancient Greek culture, a fundraiser was in full swing. Some hors d'oeuvres, some decent champagne and wine, and a lot of deep pockets.
The wing was filled with clamoring socialites and those of the one percent chatting idly about nonsequential matters.
In a small huddle of people dressed in tuxedos and exquisite gowns surrounding the woman of the hour.
Diana Prince stood surrounded by many individuals congratulating her for all her hard work. Diana graciously accepted the applause and compliments.
"Thank you, everyone!" she accepted. "But please let's not forgot why we are here tonight?" she reminded everyone. "Please, donate," she implored.
Some were overcome by her radiance and went back to give a little more to the cause.
"Diana, you are positively glowing!" an older woman gushed.
The compliment brought a smile to the incognito Amazon's lips, her hands lovingly caressed her belly. The fabric tickled her palms as she ran her hands over her growing belly, through her midnight blue dress, with transparent white sleeves that hung loosely over her arms, and revealing her bareback.
"Thank you!" she smiled back towards the woman.
"If you don't mind me asking, when are you do?" the older woman pressed lightly. She seemed like the kind of woman, whom simply enjoyed and cherished children.
Diana was partially taken back by the question. It wasn't a difficult or invasive question either. Normally. However, this wasn't an ordinary pregnancy. Given the fact the child was conceived in a time-displaced realm, it was quite difficult to nail down the start of gestation, although, Leslie was able to give a close approximation. "Oh! Um, around November, I believe," she answered carefully.
"Wonderful!" the woman gushed happily.
"Where's Bruce Wayne?" the woman's other female friend, whom was just as old as her friend, inquired of the foundation head.
The harmless question made Diana hesitant, she herself thought Bruce was going to show, but either he's being fashionably late or something else came up.
Though she had to admit, she was disappointed he wasn't coming either. "I'm sure he's on his way," the Amazon assured everyone regarding the man in question.
Regina scoffed quite audibly, earning the glances of the others in the company of Diana.
Diana, too, gave the woman a strange look, one that turned to exasperation, she was exhausted from these constant bouts with the old woman.
'Something wrong, Regina?" the pleasant woman, who started the conversation asked innocently.
Regina, huffed feeling indignant. "Bruce is probably with another woman, right now," she started spitefully, directed at Diana.
The woman's blue eyes narrowed suspiciously; she had a sinking feeling she knew where Regina was going with this.
"Is he?" one member of the group inquired to Diana.
She erupted in a stammering fit, startled by the question, "W-Well I can't say for certain on what Bruce Wayne does on his own time, but he did tell me he would try to make it," she explained to the others and simultaneously quelling the anxiety Regina caused within her. "He's already made his donation tonight and he told me he had some pressing matters to attend to before arriving," she reassured everyone.
"But is he seeing anyone? I mean you are having his baby after all?"
Diana inwardly grimaced. She didn't like the direction of the conversation was going. Out of the corner of her eyes she caught the smug look on Regina's face barely hidden by her wine glass.
Her brows creased marginally, taking a relaxing exhale before she spoke again, "I am," she admitted. "But I do not know if Bruce is seeing anyone at the moment," she placated them.
"So, the two of you aren't together?" one uttered astonished.
The woman frowned, a part of her uncomfortable by all these pestering inquires into her private life. But Bruce told her this would happen, and she reassured him in her usual confident way that she could handle it.
Apparently, she could only handle so much.
"No, we're not together. We're just trying to do the right thing for our baby," she explained to them firmly.
Many understood the meaning of her statement. Children came first, and they all understood that and admired their accountability. This wasn't the fifteenth century, marriage wasn't something everyone waited for before having children.
Some dispersed from the group to mingle with others or went over to greet some friends they noticed around the room.
Now Diana was surrounded in a group of four, and Regina was among them.
Making disparaging remarks regarding Diana here and there, sipping more and more wine. Amazingly, Diana took each prickling insult in stride.
She wasn't going to dignify the surly woman by stooping to her level.
The remainders in the group got apprehensive whenever Regina made a crude comment towards Diana.
Some were not interested in hearing any more and left for something else, such as the artwork available in the wing.
Eventually, the patience the demi-goddess had ran out. "Enough, Regina," the woman was stern yet even in tone.
Her tone surprised the older woman, "I am sorry that Bruce ignored you and gave me the position you wanted. But I am trying to do the work the foundation is known for. So why don't you get over it and we can all get on with our life's and do our jobs," Diana's tone still even. "I will be on maternity leave soon. When I go, I was content with you running the foundation while I'm on leave. But seeing the petulant way you are behaving I have grave reservations about putting you in charge while I'm gone," she admitted.
"So, why don't you go back to the bar and help yourself to more wine? I hear you enjoy your drink," Diana subtlety pricked at the rumor of Regina being an alcoholic, with a straight face.
The older woman's face was red, either from embarrassment, indignation, or drunkenness. She fumed, before storming off, no doubt going back to the bar.
The Amazon felt gratified finally making Regina back off, however, it soon vanished feeling remorseful for her words.
She exhaled deeply and made her way to the open balcony doors to get some fresh air, she shut the doors behind her requiring some privacy for a few minutes.
She walked over to the balcony and rested her hands a top of the stone railing. She shut her eyes and sighed.
There was a refreshing breeze blowing her way, blowing her hair in upwind. A faint smile appeared on her lips; it was a warm night, but the chilly breeze was it feel like spring.
It was pleasant out here, instead of inside. She was half tempted to stay where she was and let the party continue without her.
Reluctantly, she dissuaded herself from such thoughts. She had a responsibility to be here and she had to keep her promise.
Her eyes opened, the smile on her lips growing partially, detecting a presence behind her. Without turning she said aloud, "I hear I was supposed to have some uninvited guests?" amusement in her voice.
From the shadows, Batman stood enveloped by his cape, obscuring himself from view, "I just didn't want anything to disrupt your night," he admitted to her softly.
He silently wondered to himself, how she knew about the armed robbers? It took him only a moment before he suddenly figured it out.
Alfred.
Batman deliberately kept Diana in the dark, so she didn't need to be stressed out about anything else.
"That's sweet of you, Bruce. But I can take care of myself," she reminded the man, she kept her voice low to ensure no one overheared the two talk.
"I know you can. I just didn't want all your hard work to go to waste because of some greedy individuals," he reasoned, his voice slightly softer than usual.
He's been doing that a lot lately when he's with her.
His reasoning made Diana smile, touched by his efforts to make sure the fundraiser wasn't interrupted.
"Thank you," she told him sincerely.
He didn't say anything back to her. He simply stayed in the shadows, out of sight from others and from Diana herself.
Ever his brooding self, he asked her, "Diana," eliciting a curious hum from the woman, "are you… are you happy here?" he inquired. "I've come to realize that I've been unfair to you. I asked you to come and live with me in Gotham. Taking you out of the life you had and making you come here: to Gotham, was unfair of me," he explained despondent.
His confession unsettled her, though she never turned around to face him. She swallowed, processing his words.
Gazing downward as she considered what he had said to her.
"Diana, if you want, you can go back to your life. I'm sure we can figure out visitation," he explained.
She knew what he was offering her immediately. This was an out. She thought the two of them had consigned themselves to their decisions regarding their child.
After much contemplation, Bruce realized he was still worried about everything. His talks with Diana had quelled his worries but they came back. They always come back.
He had to be certain he gave the woman every opportunity to change her mind.
Diana shook her head, "Bruce, I know you're scared. I am too," she admitted softly. "But we agreed that this is what is best for our child," she insisted. She gazed upon the Gotham skyline, "It's true that Gotham has it's troubles, but it does have beauty in its people," she smiled fondly at her life in the city.
"I like what I'm doing here, and I like this place. So, stop trying to scare me off. I'm here to stay—We're here to stay," she declared vehemently.
Batman simply nodded his head, "I understand. I won't ask again," he promised her, which brought another smile to her face, feeling triumphant.
Somberly, Batman voiced out, "I'm sorry about your brother," he mentioned. The woman's eyes widen in total surprise at Batman's words.
Her head lowered, as she somberly thought about her twin brother, Jason, who gave his life to return the Dark Gods back to their dimension. His way home lost to him forever.
To her regret, she wasn't there to help him, given her condition. Her deepest regret was she never even told him he was going to be an uncle. His past betrayal making her cautious about her news.
She mentally collected herself, before she swallowed the lump in her throat, "Thank you," she uttered softly in a distant manner.
Batman gazed upon her sadly, regretting his previous words. He remembered how heartbroken she was when she heard the news.
Almost inconsolable.
There was a pregnant pause, before Batman spoke again, "I'm going to go and continue patrol," he informed her.
Diana didn't respond, "Enjoy the rest of your night, Diana. Alfred will give you a ride home," he instructed her, feeling he had worn out his welcome there.
"Be safe," she wished him her back still to him.
With her last words to him for the night, he was gone. She heard his cape flutter in the wind as he resumed his duties.
She managed to push her guilt and sadness aside concerning her brother and thought back to Bruce's actions regarding her fundraiser.
Her smile returned to her lips, as her heart ached in merriment.
She lovingly rested her hands upon her protruding belly. "Your father can be very sweet when he wants to be," she sweetly talked to her unborn child. His efforts to make her night special warmed her heart. "I think you're the only one in the world, who will always see that side of him."
Moments pass until Diana returned inside rejoining the party.
She started it this time. A good battle always brought out her inner warrior temperament. It was a cool night, so the fire was necessary. They took shifts to gather any firewood they could find. The dimension consisted of dirt, rocks, some rivers, and who could forget the monsters.
It was his turn to collect the wood this time, while she cooked whatever edibles she could find. He remembered offering her his cape before. He felt given how far the temperature dropped when the sunset.
She politely declined, of course, stating the fire should suffice until he returned with the extra wood.
When he returned, he found the Amazon without her garments, a hungry gaze lingered in her crystal blue eyes. He dropped the firewood as he lost all brain function. His eyes were clouded as the light of the fire highlighted her lovely skin tone. She pulled him inside the cave that offered them shelter from the elements and threw him to the ground.
He released a grunt as he collided with the ground another escaped him when she unceremoniously straddled him.
Her red lips bruised his as she kissed him hungerly. As if he was the last piece of food in the world. He soon regained higher brain function as he returned the kiss matching her appetite.
He sat up momentarily parting them before he started taking off his armor specifically designed for this venture.
His mask, his cape, his gauntlets, and top were all easily removed. The woman busied herself by simply watching him undress, through hooded eyes. The sight most pleasing to her as her arousal moistened, getting hot and bothered by the unintentional show along with the man's battle scars from past and present victories.
It spoke highly of his skills as a warrior, that only a fellow warrior could appreciate.
Her breaths came in heavy pants as her blood boiled and her heart raced, deciding she no longer enjoyed being a witness she aided him as her slender hands joined his in unlatching his belt from his waist.
Her fingers threaded through his, raising them up high in-between the pair. His gaze leveled with hers, hazy lust in their orbs, their hearts ached for something…
Something that they perhaps could find here.
His lips roughly captured hers, releasing a pleasant moan. Her tongue teasingly licked at his lips, he immediately accepted her appendage into his mouth. His tongue matching the aggressive nature of the warrior born woman.
Her hands flung the belt far away hitting the cave wall. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he around her waist.
His bare hands slowly ran down her flawless body, their gentle touch sent a pleasant shiver down her spine. She moaned into the kiss, her hands caressed his back and gruffy cheek. The stubble prickled her palm.
It did not bother her; she quite enjoyed the rough tingly sensation.
Eventually, the need for oxygen became too great for the pair. They broke apart with a hot and breathily gasp.
Staring one another in the eyes as they collected their breath, their eyes hooded by heavy lids. Neither uttered a word, their hands not standing idle.
His callus covered hands gently caressed her bronze skin, the shadows of the fire made everything more exotic. Her back tingled as his hands slid down resting on her hips. His thumbs stroked her waist in a way that made her purr in delight. The rest of his fingers dug into her flesh roughly, without a doubt bruises will be left behind once morning came.
She grinned coyly that set him into a frenzy, his lips trekked down her neck as his teeth nibbled at her throat as he made his way down to her breasts.
She tilted her head giving him plenty of room to work, she sighed plentifully as a thin sheen of sweat accumulated on her flawless body.
The delights he brought her were great, although her patience was depleted, and she wanted him. Wanted him to deliver pleasure onto her.
She savagely pulled his head away from her throat, his eyes filled with confusion, she didn't answer him, she roughly shoved him down on his back, emptying a grunt, she forcefully pulled his pants and boots off.
Her mouth leapt at him sinking her teeth into his neck, he hissed as she bit painfully, his face scrunching into a wince.
She pulled back quickly a saucy grin on her face as she admired the red mark on his neck. Her eyes traveled down his remarkable body settling upon his remarkable masculinity.
Her tender hand grasped him, her action making him gasp as his surprise caught in his throat. Her eyes never left his as she stroked him, the appendage burned her palm as she prepared him. Her breathes came in heavy pants as her heart continued to race.
He released a painful grunt as the sensation was unbearable. Her pace began unbridled with no talent to it, it began clear, that was just what she wanted him to think. She stroked and stroked until her pace was feverish and true.
His eyes rolled in the back of his head as he was brought to the precipice of satisfaction.
Sweet release was almost upon him until…
She stopped her motions, which was like a cold shower, as she teased him as she lightly flicked his engorged tip, he groaned due to his sensitivity.
Her sultry smile remained as she continued her ministrations on him once more, however, this time she occupied her idle hand and stroked herself.
She closed her eyes as she took care of the two of them. She panted as she massaged her folds while simultaneously stroking him.
She let out an exhilarated gasp as she pleasured herself to ecstasy, the man was too occupied with his own pleasure to realize she was done with mere hands, she hungered for something far more delightful. Something that could reach places inside herself that she couldn't do alone.
She steadied herself on her knees hovering above his desire before she let gravity to the rest. She sighed, as she took him into her depths slowly, taking the time to enjoy the slow pace until he was nestled to the base within her.
He clenched her hips tightly, his teeth gritted together tightly.
He let out a soft moan, as he enjoyed her depths. The heat, the wetness. It was all too much to process.
He could hear her own pleasured sighs over his own. She was enjoying this as much as he was
But honestly, they shouldn't be. They have people at home waiting for them. But they couldn't stop. Not after the first time. They tried but it was too strong for even them.
The attraction was magnetic. The need to douse their sorrows and fill that aching hole inside themselves from facing everything this world was throwing at them.
Her pace was slow. Deliberately slow. She was still teasing him; he came to realize that's just how she was sometimes during the primal act.
But there were times she was rough and demanding. Her needs needed to be vanquished—sated. Breathlessly, he matched her pace before his hands dug into her flesh tightly, demanding for the teasingly slow pace to escalate soon.
Her moaning was like music to him, every sound made him desire her even more. He was astounded that she could even make such noises.
Her hands rested upon his chest as rocked faster wanting release just as badly as him. Her panting made the act even more erotic.
Her feverish pace became erratic as she was at the precipice of climax.
He staved off his release as she achieved release. Her climax boisterous as she clenched around him so tightly, he feared he would lose it within her.
Perspiration coated their skin as they took a rest. She panted breathlessly as she focused on resting a bit.
She collapsed upon him, cooing silently. Mewling lightly to herself as lightning was in her veins, tingling every nerve receptor.
She was completely oblivious to his lack of satisfaction at the moment, her senses were overloaded following her climax.
Not one to be idle, he took the initiative. He rolled over with her resting on his cape, being used as a makeshift blanket for their activities.
She squeaked in surprise, needing a few more minutes to recover until the next round. But he would not be deterred. He wanted to hear her moan more. Squeal in climatic euphoria, and he wanted to be the one to do so.
He needed to be the one. He craved hearing the noises she made, he would not be satisfied until he knew that she was.
She gazed up at him with innocent and wondering eyes, still catching her breath. He hovered over her expressionless. His eyes however told her everything.
She softly smiled at him, a hesitant hand slowly reached up to caress his face, her thumb rubbed his cheek in a back and forth motion, before she pulled his head down to hers capturing his lips in another kiss.
It was soft before hunger overcame them. It grew heated and hungry as he pushed his tongue into her mouth doing battle with hers.
His hands trickled down; his fingers featherlike down her sides. A moan of delight was released from her, as her arms wrapped around his neck pressing him tightly against her flesh. His scar covered chest rubbed against her blemish-less skin. She loved the texture of his scars as their bodies grinded against one another. They made him… unmistakable to her. And she delighted in how the ridges pricked her skin, she enjoyed tracing them with her fingers when they took a respite.
She deepened the kiss as she enjoyed his hands rub her side and the other grasped her thigh tightly.
He maneuvered her leg bent, as he relocated from her lips to her neck, to her collarbone and stopped at her ample bosoms.
She moaned heatedly as he positioned himself between her legs. Seemingly, abandoning the junction between her legs alone for the time being.
Well, his attentions were focused on her upper body, his lower appendage ached and throbbed prodding the area around her maidenhood.
She mewled ecstatically as he focused his attention on her breasts, although his unconscious actions below aided in her pleasure.
She winced and shook her head as his teeth bit into the tips of her chest. His hands massage her breasts in the way she liked, his mouth switched over to the other, sinking into her flesh harder than before.
She gasped as his thumb and index finger squeezed the other tip before his mouth claimed it.
She cradled his head between her hands, running her fingers through his thick hair as he attended to her needs. Promising herself she will return the favor soon.
He nipped at her chest leaving behind the same type of red marks that shall soon metamorphize into bruises. At least their chests will match after tonight's encounter.
He bent his head lower pressing hot, wet kisses down her torso, the fire warming them as a cool breeze blew through the cave.
A sheen of sweat gathered on her torso, her eyes ever vigilant as she watched him work. She bit her lip to stifle her moans as he paid tribute to her body.
He pressed his lips to her abdomen, a pool of sweat gathered at her navel, its saltiness burned his split lip as he lapped it up, she cooed in response, liking his attentiveness.
She cried out in elation as he went down on her, her fingers clutching his dark cape, her body tensed as he performed splendidly.
Her face burned as through half closed lids all she saw was dark hair as he lapped at her sex. He hit her at just the right spot as her back bent like a bow, her head and shoulders taking the brunt of her weight.
He held her waist in his arms as he lapped and nibbled at her femininity, she bit her fingers to stifle her moans. Her pleasure out of this world.
Her pleased voice spurred him on to make her climax, he applied a rougher touch to her, before she shrieked in ecstasy as her brought her to climax once more.
Her back fell her sticky back fusing the cape to her back. She panted breathlessly, her forearm covered her eyes, she couldn't look at him right now, her whole body tingled, her lungs needed air.
He observed her reactions and the fact that he was responsible for her state, filled him with great pride.
He glanced down at his endowment, noticing he was leaking on her thigh, he looked to her, she didn't seem to even notice.
It ached for her, and he craved release.
Slowly, she lifted her arm from her face, her eyes hooded, silently envisioning taking him again. Her appetites were insatiable.
He sheathed himself within her roughly, they howled together from their union, but that didn't stagnant their thrusting.
She bucked back matching his pace, they matched one another stroke for stroke.
She gasped as he hit her deepest spots, she exclaimed in delight, releasing an almost gleeful shriek. He roared loudly as her internal muscles gripped him in a tight vise.
Droplets of sweat fell from his hovering frame onto her equally sweaty body.
His movements rough yet precise, her elated cries spurred him on as he grabbed her thighs and spread her legs as far as they could go.
Her toes curled as she greatly enjoyed the position. She enjoyed many positions he put her in and returned her enthusiasm in kind.
Her slender hands shot out grabbing his face abruptly, pulling him down as she kissed him. She moaned throatily as she tasted herself on his tongue, the flavor peculiar yet pleasing.
They went at it for almost an hour before the act became too much for the other to withstand.
Her arms and legs locked around him snugly, her mewling fueling his pace. Her closeness offered a strange feeling inside him, he couldn't place it.
Yet it felt familiar.
She cried out as her climax washed over her, he pumped seconds later before he exploded within her warmth, a guttural roar followed as he collapsed on top of her.
A fast-paced pant released as his synapses were rebooting, his blood pounding in his head, he was dazed by his climax, it was the most powerful he's ever experienced with her.
Languidly, she ran her hand down his sticky back in a to and fro motion. Her hot breath burning his ear, her legs still clung to him, whom was still inside her, it felt so perfect inside. She cherished the fullness she felt when he plundered her depths even when he wasn't moving.
The sensations were simply divine.
She felt him twitch on top of her, he pushed himself off her although remained inside her.
He hovered over her staring at her, she gave him a curious look before she played coy, a faint smile graced her lips.
His unreadable face cracked as he flashed a smug smirk, she rolled her eyes as her face burned coming down from her euphoric high.
He pulled out of her, a small whine escaped her, feeling empty, their excitement started to leak out of her, however her focus was on the masculinity that glistened with their shared excitement.
Her eye lids became heavy as she her urges reared their head once more.
A sultry smile reappeared, which sent a shiver down his spine, his eyes slowly widen in worry as she tackled him with laugh.
Bruce awoke in the batcave, with a gasp. He breathed heavily as he ran a hand down his face. He looked around noticing he had fallen asleep in front of the computer.
He noticed an uncomfortable tightness in his pants. He whined to himself as well as berating.
It's been a while since he thought of his time in that cave. With her.
He had seen a whole other side of Diana and he had to admit, she wasn't as naïve as he originally thought she was.
Good God that woman!
Her appetite was ferocious, satisfied didn't seem like it was in her vocabulary. He had to admit, since she started living here, his thoughts were plagued by their shared nights.
She took just as much as he gave her and vice versa. He quickly shook his head; he didn't have time for such trivialities. He had more important matters to attend to, besides they agreed that they would be friends—parents, not a couple.
And that was fine with him. He's not some dog in heat, and Diana isn't a piece of meat to him, she's … the mother of his unborn child.
And she will have his respect.
She laid on her side on top of him after their last rut. Her skin bare and sticky from vigorous activity. Her face nestled in his neck, her breath warming his neck. Her thigh rested atop of his groin covering it, its' stickiness and warmth scalding the side if her thigh.
Her hand rested atop his chest. His black cape used as covering, twisted out, obscuring her privacy, the scalloped bottom covered her bottom, looping around her chest.
Neither said a word to the other since she dragged him into the cave for an evening of pleasure. It was fine for both of them.
They didn't need to say anything. They knew what this was, simple pleasure, something other than loneliness, dread, horror and death.
They needed to feel something reminiscent of home. Of humanity.
She sighed comfortably, tilting her head, she whispered in his ear sultry, "I want more," she giggled slightly.
Her reaction was immediate as his endowment throbbed, she smiled smugly at the power she held over him.
He realized she had this power and he hated it so.
And she knew it too.
It always surprised her at how easy it was to get him in the mood. A look from her. Her lips. Her mouth. Her hands. Her chest. Even her foot once or twice. It always awakened a beast that desired her.
She bit lightly in his ear before sitting up, discarding the obsidian garment, straddling him.
His eyes stared back at hers, his callous covered hands already clutching her derriere, in a lusty haze.
She bent down blessing his lips with a chaste kiss, before taking her pleasure from him again. A hot gasp escaped her lips as he breached her depths.
Rocking back and forth they set into a gentle lull, her fingernails digging into his chest, eliciting a painful hiss from her partner.
Quickly, her ecstatic canting spurred him to apply a rough pace, her squealing indicated she loved the change in motion.
Soon, the edge overwhelms them both as the two bellow in satisfaction.
She slumped against him as came down from cloud nine. Panting, she recalled that when they first started this… liaison, when they became more than comrades in arms, she covered his face too ashamed and disgusted with herself for him to see her climax. Her betrayal to Steve too great, poisoning her experience with her partner.
She remembered after their first night together that she snuck off in the middle of the night, bare for all to see, racing to a small lake to wash away her betrayal.
She furiously scrubbed her skin, with a panicked expression on her face, until it grew red from irritation. She was seduced by passion, loneliness too much to bear and he was there equally lonely.
But there was more.
Something else she saw in him.
Strength. Bravery. Cunning. She knew he was all these things, but never to the extent that she witnessed.
And then came something he himself despised with every fiber of his being.
His limitations.
No one can endure what he has faced with such unbendable will and determination.
Pain and loneliness. Hopelessness showed him his limits and he couldn't stand it.
She too shared a similar experience, and like she was there for him, he was there for her.
And here they were, lying together, hungry for the other.
Hungry to see more of what the other had to offer.
What the other was willing to show.
Another day, another battle holding back the horde.
Drenched in sweat and blood, the pair collapsed at their 'home' weary from battle. Another day, another wave pushed back.
But they'll retuned, they always do.
He assumed his usual spot, his back up against the wall already sans cowl, his dark locks soaked, he leaned his head back shutting his eyes, needing a moment to rest.
She watched him sleep for a while, contend with this mundane pastime. She joined him after a while, only to awaken after a small rest to gather firewood and some nourishment.
They some how ended up spooning, with him lying behind her on his side. Her back to him, his breath on her neck, she shivered ensuing goosebumps forming.
A teasing hand caressed her red covered side, trailing down her to her belly, making great restlessness to pool there, she didn't stop him, she kept her eyes closed reveling in the sensations he brought her.
His rough bare hand moved to her waist before trailing down to lavish her bare thigh with touches that made her coo.
Her breath hitched in her throat as his fingers tickled her inner thigh, the noise spurred him to continue, a devious look on his face as he basked in her pleasure.
His breath tickled her ear as he nibbled at it, from lobe to the shell. He pressed a kiss to her cheek and then her temple, her tiara discarded somewhere along with his cowl and gauntlets.
His thick fingers inching closer to her warm and damp femininity. He bit lightly at her lovely neck, she whined softly as a result.
Just as he was about to probe her, she took his hand in hers, concerned he did something wrong looked to her perplexed.
"I think that place could use a rest for a bit," she informed him. He froze, his hand backing off. She bit her lip, she ached for pleasure, however, given the amount of times they've went at it, her loins could use a rest.
She whispered to him, "We could try other things?" she offered teasingly. Her offer surprised him to which he made obvious.
"But I—" he tried to explain to her.
She interjected before he could finish, "I'm sure we could think of something," she assured, wanting this new position.
Her lips twitched as she felt him throb against her through his pants and her battle skirt. She raised a fine challenging eyebrow, patiently awaiting his response. Her response startled him. For as long as he had known her, for as long as the two of them have been intimate, he never suspected she would enjoy the racier types of sex.
He smirked back at her smugly, he's always up for a challenge.
After some effort on both parts, they managed to achieve their goal. He cradled her thigh in his hand, as he thrusted within her. His face grimaced in concentration, he clenched his teeth as he moved as slow as possible before his pace became gentler and more concentrated.
She winced in pain that soon evolved into minor discomfort, a grimace on her face, biting her lip, her hands dug into the dirt.
He took her from behind on their sides, the act drove him to become more animalistic taking her like a beast, and she the prey, howled as pain evolved to pleasure.
Pleasure that lacked the initial discomfort as before went unbridled as she liked intercourse this way.
He gasped as she unwittingly clenched around him, reacting better than before. He raised her leg higher until her foot pointed upward dangling lifelessly.
His pace frantic as he was close, judging from the way she was chanting so was she.
Minutes pass before their time together came to a close as he grunted into her neck as he release within her, she soon followed as fantastic euphoria engulfed her like a tidal wave.
Diana gasped, shooting up from her bed at the manor, now wide awake, sweat cascaded down her face and body as she looked around quickly realized where she was.
She panted, which was slowly settling down, slowly lying back down. Her breathing normalized as she sat back, she inwardly whined to herself as her sleeping shorts were unusually soaking wet.
She chided herself for having a sex dream. This pregnancy wreaking havoc on her emotions, apparently has now made it to her libido.
This wasn't the first time her pregnancy hormones acted up, causing her to have such dreams. However, this was the first time her dreams were of her memories alongside Bruce. And so vivid. Was she that scandalous when she slept with Bruce?
She swiped strands of hair that stuck to her damp forehead. With a sigh she pushed back the covers and padded over to her bathroom.
She striped only to turn on her shower, stepping in she let out of relaxing sigh, as the warm water soothed her. cleaning her of sweat and other bodily fluids.
Her thoughts were plagued by the remembrances of her time in the cave, the thoughts brought a chill to her even though it was summer, and she was taking a hot shower.
Her leaned her head back as the warm cascade went through her hair.
She has been feeling a little 'hungry' lately.
Her pregnancy was beginning to be problematic. Sure, there was the odd cravings, sudden mood swings, and the occasional bouts of morning sickness, thankfully that lovely negative of expecting a child had subsided. Now though, she desired more intimate companionship, but where would she retrieve any?
Self-gratification didn't seem to appease her for very long. She already tried using other equipment to aid her but left her wanting more. It appeared she would have to suffer.
It wasn't possible for her to hit up a bar and go searching for whomever caught her eye. A pregnant woman searching for some action with some random person seemed nigh unfeasible.
Who would want to be a partner to a pregnant lady, whom wasn't their partner?
She turned off the shower and dried herself off, a thought came to her.
She could ask Bruce if he would help her? He knew how she liked it, and he knew what he was doing when they were intimate.
Immediately, she shook her head of such notions. He's still dealing with the fallout of his engagement with Selina.
He doesn't need to be bothered with her minor absence of companionship.
She finished drying her hair and changed into some fresh clothes before returning to bed, such silly ideas revolving around Bruce ceased.
Wayne Manor
Everyone in the manor steered clear of the Amazon the last few days, apparently her usually collected emotions were no longer collected.
Her mood swings were swinging like crazy.
And the Amazing Amazon was in just a wryly and curtly mood. There was only three people in the mansion as of late, the butler, the master, and the Amazon.
Alfred preferred to keep himself busy in the kitchen ready to provide whatever the pregnant woman craved.
Bruce was down in the batcave working on some open cases he was finishing up, oblivious of the woman's sour mood.
She sat on the couch in the living room, a surly look on her face as she went over some papers for work. She had previously gotten off the phone with some people that got on her nerves.
A few cutting words from the woman had made the people clam up and stop raising a fuss about money issues.
Some people let their own greed get in the way of helping others.
Thus, Diana's mood worsened and refused to pick up the phone for anyone for the rest of the day.
Bruce came up from the cave for the first time since he woke up that day, after receiving an update on Diana's whereabouts from the faithful butler, the man entered the living room unsuspectingly, checking in on her for the first time that day.
"Everything okay?" he asked gently standing behind the couch.
"Fine," she answered back coolly, not turning around focusing on the papers in her hands.
Her reply aroused a curious eyebrow from the man. Her words came across as unfriendly, which was surprising given that he's known the woman to be nothing but.
"Are you sure?" he lightly pressed, his tone calm.
Suddenly, "I'M FINE!" she whipped her head back to him exploding at him. It made him take a step back, taken aback by her sudden shouting.
Her face was fierce and grumpy.
Startlement changed to anger, "What's your problem?" he inquired, matching her disposition.
"Nothing!" she insisted, whipping her head back to the forefront.
"It's not nothing! The hell's your problem!"
"I'M HORNY!" she bellowed glancing back at the aggravating man.
Bruce was frozen in place, his face blank, as his mind slowly tried to process her revelation.
Too embarrassed to look at the man, she turned away, her face beat red, her heart beating faster.
All these hormones running through her veins got the best of her, causing her to admit her desires. Now, she awaits judgment.
The pregnant pause that had formed, slowly ended as the man tried to utter a word, "Do… do you want me to help?" he inquired tentatively.
She whipped her head back to him, stunned. Her eyes wide, mouth agape. "W-wh-what?" her brain having a difficult time processing.
"I'll help you," he said again, his tone even, no longer embarrassed. "It's not like the two of us haven't had recreational sex before," he stated matter-of-factly.
He pointed to her expanding belly, "That's how we got here in the first place," he reasoned. His words held no harshness or displeasure, he simply stated facts.
Yes, sex was the reason they were in the places that they were in, and yes, it was amazing, but…
She mulled it over, longer than she cared to admit, Bruce had been silent awaiting her reply, impassive and patient.
Finally, "No," she answered him softly, glancing downward, too embarrassed to look at the man again.
"Are you sure?" he asked her, concerned about her state of being.
"No, I mean yes, I mean… okay," she scrambled.
"Okay?"
She looked back at him, hesitation nearly gone from her eyes, "Okay," she nodded her head. She stood up from the couch, "My room. Five minutes," she instructed before heading the grand staircase.
His eyes followed her back as she left the room, her reluctance made him worry if he's pushing her again.
She was in a precarious situation, and he didn't want to hurt her.
He sighed as he started to follow.
On her trek to her room, Diana's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. What in Hades was she doing?!
Why would she agree to something like this? They weren't stuck in a world where they just had each other for company.
It soon became clear to her that she was lonely.
Ever since her relationship with Steve blew up, and discovering she was pregnant, her inner circle of usual friends dwindled.
She didn't blame Bruce for any of it. He was just trying to do what was best for their child, and he even gave her the opportunity to do something else with her life.
But no, she closed her escape door and was fully prepared to live here in Gotham City with Bruce and their daughter.
Now, she missed the closeness her physical relationship with Bruce brought her. For now, let's just take it one step at a time.
They agreed they could be friends—parents without having all the other attachments.
It's just like back in that cave, she chanted to herself, as she entered her room, Bruce minutes behind her.
There was a knock on her door that made her jump in her skin, she didn't even realize how fast her heart was beating, she could barely breathe. Her current trepidatious state was not good for herself or the baby.
She swallowed the limp in her throat and collected herself. She stood up straight and walked to her bedroom door ever the princess and opened the door.
She froze as she saw Bruce, who was also frozen in place. She nervously swallowed before she wordlessly bid him admittance.
He entered silently as she shut the door behind him.
He turned to her, blankly staring at her, waiting for when she was prepared for what came next.
Hesitantly, she took his hand in hers, guiding him to her bed. She sat back against the pillows, getting under the covers.
Wordlessly, he stripped himself of his clothing until he was only in his black boxer briefs, the Amazon bit her lip as her eyes found the view of his bare body most appealing.
Within her blue eyes, uncertainty vanished replaced by hungry lust. She soon joined him in nudity as she ripped her clothes from her body and threw them to the floor with a light thud.
Now, she laid under her blankets in nothing but her lavender underwear.
A minuscule leer in his eyes, Bruce gingerly crawled on to the bed until he hovered over her. He silently looked into her eyes, silently asking her what she wants.
Tentatively, she reached out grabbing the back of his head, pulling him down to her, capturing his lips with hers in a passionate kiss.
His rough hands cupped her head, gently he prodded her mouth with his tongue. She released a moan of pleasure as she welcomed his tongue.
He kept his body from crushing hers, fearful of possibly harming the baby. Their lips parted the need for oxygen great, Diana's fingers trailed over his rugged features, it wasn't a secret to the billionaire that she liked touching, nor did he mind her touch. In fact, he cherished it. It brought a soothing sensation to him. The back of his fingers lightly brushed against her cheek, the sensation tickled her skin, she turned her head exposing her neck to him, a small smile on her red lips.
He immediately took her up on her silent offer, pressing a kiss to her neck and then further down to where her neck and shoulder met.
A soft cry escaped her as he lightly bit the skin there, a burning feeling smoldering within her, awakening a desire inside her.
He bit at her bra strap, reading his mind, she sat up slightly unhooking her bra, she flung it at him with a teasing appearance.
He huffed lightly as he threw the discarded garment on the floor, she giggled in response. The dark-haired man sent a mild glare her way before he lost the will to do so as he got a good look at her more than ample chest.
Marvelous lightly tanned flesh with slightly darker peaks, made his mouth water, it appeared that her chest got a size bigger.
Feeling self-conscious, she covered herself with her arms, "Stop staring," she commanded bashfully. Her state mesmerized him, as he gingerly pulled her arms away to expose herself to him, she gave it a curious look, before he captured one of her milk chocolate colored tips in his mouth.
She fell back on the bed as he suckled her breast, her hands cupped his head pressing his head closer to her breast, her melodious moans spurred him on to suckle harder.
He switched to the other one, the previous fondled by his hand. His calloused fingers pinching her sensitive breast.
"Ah," she yelped in pleasure as he applied a bit of pain and pleasure to her sensitive breasts. She tightened her hold on his head as he worked his magic on her chest.
He pulled back from her chest, his eyes were hazy, she could catch a glimpse of dangerous gleam in there also. It sent a shiver down her spine that made her tingle, that made her crave more.
Her hands ran down his bare arms starting from his broad shoulders to his elbows and back again. The corner of his lips tugged upward as he enjoyed her smooth hands, creating a warm friction between them.
He leaned down giving her a chaste kiss before moving back from the bed until he stepped off. The woman sent a curious look his way as she propped herself up on her elbows, wondering why he was moving away from her. Did she do something wrong?
Wordlessly, Bruce pulled out the sheets at the foot of the bed, gingerly crawling under the sheets, obscuring the man from her sight.
However, the Amazon was about to see the outline of the man as he crawled towards her, the bed shifted with every move he made.
Her eyebrows arched as he stopped and pressed a wet kiss to her hip, her voice hitched in her throat. His hot breath made goosebumps form on her flesh as he nipped at her underwear.
She purred as her head tossed and turned as his fingers tickled her thighs, she gasped in surprise as he raised her legs high into the air taking the bed sheets with them, creating an opening for her to finally see what he's doing down there.
What she witnessed made her hot, as he pulled her underwear off her bottom with his teeth, his proximity to her center made her excited.
He set her legs down, slithering up to her, their chests brushed up against one another. He peaked out from under the bed sheet and the sight made her quiver in place, there was Bruce his head peaking out from under the blanket, her lavender underwear in his teeth leering at her wolfishly.
He looked into her eyes for a few moments before Diana had enough and plucked her underwear from him, he playfully pouted as she dropped the pair somewhere on the bed.
She roughly crashed her lips to his, kissing him heatedly.
He pulled back throwing the sheet over his head, she gave a curious hum, wondering what he's up to now, though she had a lingering idea on what he's planning.
The raven-haired woman's thoughts were true, as she howled in excitement as Bruce lapped at her center.
He nibbled here and there as his thumb massaged her bundle of nerves, which she really enjoyed as she screamed in ecstasy, as her nimble fingers almost teared through her bedding, her knees bent as she slowly parted her legs more for him to reach her best parts.
He always did his best servicing her.
Just as she was on the razor's edge of climax, he stopped without warning. She picked her head up from her pillow, "What's wrong?" she whined, she was so close.
He coughed, "H-hair," he stuttered as he coughed out a hair, Diana's face turned beet red from embarrassment.
"I… forgot to shave," she looked away too mortified to even look in his direction. Maybe she should have done something before she asked Bruce to come up.
"It's fine. Do you want me to do something while I'm down here? You know a landing strip? A lightning bolt? Perhaps, even a 'w'?" he jovially joked to her.
Diana, however, was not amused, a frown on her face, she enclosed her thighs around his throat lightly suffocating him.
He immediately tapped his hand against her thigh tapping out in surrender, "O-okay! Okay!" his voice strained, clearly understanding she's not amused by his teasing.
She kept her thighs around him for an extra moment before she relented and unclasped her muscular thighs from him. "Get back to work," she ordered him, displeasure on her features.
His actions were his reply, as he drove her to a much-needed climax. She howled in rapture, her body bent hovering in mid-air for several long seconds, her lungs were empty of oxygen until they burned calling for life giving air, before she plopped down, panting profusely.
Her body glistened, humming splendidly as she started to come back down to Earth. Her body heated in a way that was so right.
Slowly, her eyes began to open, and the first thing she saw was Bruce leaning over her, the sheet hanging off his shoulders, his dark locks ruffled from being under the covers, a smug grin on his face.
There was a tiny tug in the back of her mind, that wanted to smack that smile off his face. But she ignored it, it would be poor form to smack the man after such a toe-curling experience.
A sudden hollow feeling formed inside her, peering down to the man's groin and noticed his excitement, part of her felt bad, it must be painful. She felt reciprocation was in order, reaching down to assist him in the same way he did for her.
Although, almost as if he could read her mind, Bruce caught her hand stopping her, "No," he firmly said. Perplexed, she raised a confused eyebrow.
"I-I don't want any of that around the baby," he struggled to say, his face in a tight-fit grimace.
Reluctantly, she nodded her head numbly. Her pride as a woman stung slightly as she felt incapable of offering him the same type of release.
"Do you still want to…?" she murmured, apprehensively, he answered her with a firm nod, before getting back under the sheets, ready to work.
She followed him with her eyes, as she saw the outline of his head as he slithered down. She saw as he paused at her abdomen, she slightly flinched as he pressed a soft kiss to her growing belly, where their daughter was growing.
He spent some time there pressing soft kisses there, each one made the woman feel warm inside, as if he was paying reverence to their daughter as well as apologizing for disturbing her rest, even though she won't even remember any of this.
The expectant Amazon felt it was sweet of him. It made her feel that he will unconditionally love their child no matter what.
"Bruce…" she whined, the anticipation too much for her.
She couldn't see the smirk on his lips when she said that, although if you asked her, she felt his lips curl.
He pushed back removing his draws, he sheathed himself inside her all the way to the hilt in one deep penetrating stroke.
She cried out in pleasure from the intrusion, her hands shredded the sheet that was hiding the man from her. She needed to see what he was doing to her, while he was an artist in the bedroom, she relished seeing her lover as he bedded her.
He grinded his teeth as her insides wrapped around the invader so snuggly. He quickly started moving, her moans spurred him on as well as the enticing feeling of being with her like this after so long.
She wrapped her arms around him, her fingernails digging into his sweaty back as they found a rhythm that suited them both. Her head shot out, sinking her teeth into his shoulder, he grunted as she bit him, having forgotten she liked to bite when having sex.
Must be an Amazon thing, he chalked it all up to. Pain and pleasure. Domination and submission.
He ignored all that and focused on pleasuring this incredible woman beneath him. He sped up his thrusts, grunting in her ear, as her inner walls tightened around him. He shuddered in response but pressed forward.
She cried in euphoria as he hit just the right spot, instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist as he pumped her to elation.
Her red fingernails dug into his back, as her head tossed side to side as electricity jolted throughout her body.
He grunted in pain as her nails pierced his flesh, hissing as the sweat that accumulated on her fingertips rubbed in the red welts that formed.
After what seemed like an eternity to them, they climaxed together, she shuddered against him, which aided his release as he erupted inside her with a strained grunt, while the Amazon cried out his name.
They slouched together as they struggled to breathe, slowing Diana unlocked her legs around the man, and slowly her arms followed.
Once the hammering in his chest slowed down enough, he rolled off her undoing their union, both moaned out of sensitivity.
The dark-haired pair laid down beside one another as they caught their respective breath, Diana held a sheet to her chest on the off chance someone walked in on them.
This act gave them a sudden feeling of nostalgia, as this was what they usually did after they slept together.
Diana's brain slowly started to function properly, after Bruce managed in his own way to get her to relax. Sluggishly, she got out of her bed, "You can go know," she simply said over her shoulder as she padded to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
He heard the shower start to run; his eyes resumed staring at the ceiling when after she shut the door.
An activity that once brought him solace, the closest thing he had to human interaction, a feeling that brought him mild excitement, left him colder than he's ever been.
So, too much?
I may or may not have gone overboard with the steamy stuff, but I felt like I should treat all the people that enjoy this story.
Next: JL stuff, awkwardness between our favorite wonderbat couple, and most excitingly THE END OF A RIVALRY!
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