Meaning: Love, lust


He was among the first in the hangar when Batman told him the Javelin was touching down. She hardly made it two steps off the ship before being crushed half to death by a tight hug.

"I missed you." He whispered it into her hair, but she heard it nonetheless. A kiss to his Adam's Apple sent shivers down his spine, and he could almost feel her warm smile on the skin of his neck.

"I missed you, too."

Five minutes later and they're in her guest room on the Watchtower. She straddles his lap, her dominant side completely taking over as she doesn't let him move in the slightest. Her thighs trap his waist between her legs, and even if he could get out of her lock he's too busy trying to take her clothes off to do anything. He does his best to tear off her black blazer without taking his lips off her mouth, and her fingers search every crevice of his new armor trying to find where he hid the unlock feature.

"You owe me two months of sex, you know that?." She chuckles lowly, biting down on his bottom lip to make him groan while his hands begin to palm her back and waist, tracing their way down to her black shorts.

He moans into the kiss while her hands slide down his torso. He feels her deathlock around his hips begin to give in, and he quickly takes the opportunity to buck his hips up and spin them around. She's now cackling like a maniac as he pins her down to the bed by her wrists, and he gets a comfortable bird's eye view of her astonishing features as he smirks down at her smugly. Her hair's sprawled out into an illuminating halo around her face, and he slowly starts to slide down her slender figure while she bites her bottom lip. She kicks her high heels off while he claws away at her shorts, desperately trying to slide them off until she's left in nothing but an unbuttoned white corset, a bowtie, white gloves, and fishnet leggings.

"Someone's desperate." He grins up at her as her gloved hands tangle themselves in his messy black hair. Unlike her he's still almost entirely clothed save for his gloves, but she doesn't mind. His costume's so tight that he might as well be wearing nothing, and if she's being honest the domino mask is a bit of a turn-on.

"It's been two months. I'm thirsty." He doesn't get a chance to say anything more before she tightens her grip around his scalp and secures his mouth to the opening of her legs, quickly wrapping her thighs around his head with enough force to keep him there without hurting him.

"Lucky for you I'm here now."