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Making the Best of It
Chapter 16
It was a month later, following Diana's return to active duty within the Justice League. And while there were some challenges, she strove to beat them all.
Pauli's Diner
A very well-liked diner on Miagani Island's Grand Avenue, was the place where a group of good friends converged meeting one another outside of work to catch up and take a break from the chaos of their jobs and the unpleasantness in the world.
Bruce and Diana met Lois and Clark at the diner, under the guise of staging an interview about their now four-month old daughter and Diana's work with the Wayne Foundation.
Everyone sat at a table with both sides being aisles, where they had easy access to leave their table unimpeded. Everyone was dressed casually, while Bruce had on a suit only without a tie. Diana sat on the left with Bruce on her right, and their daughter was secured into her stroller next to her mother. The stroller was out of the way, allowing anyone to pass by without any trouble. The diner wasn't very packed at the time.
"Sorry, we're late." Diana started after getting situated. "We just came from Elissa's checkup," she informed her friends.
"And how is she?" Lois asked, her hot coffee warming her cold hands from the slight chill of March.
"Perfect health," Diana smiled. "She just needed a little immunization," she supplied, peaking under the stroller covering, seeing her daughter all snuggled up and warm in her blanket, pacifier in her mouth, her eyes drooping as the little one saw minuscule light peak into her car seat when her mother checked on her. "She just rolled over the other day for the first time," Diana informed, beaming with pride as her baby was growing up so fast.
If she asked Bruce, he would have preferred keeping Elissa away from crowds. He didn't want her to be exposed to a petri dish of germs, especially in this town. It wasn't the first time someone used germ warfare against the city.
Alas, Diana outvoted him. Saying Elissa needed a little fresh air. And not cooped up in the manor, like it was a gilded cage for her to never experience the outside world. Oh, no. Diana would never allow the man to do that. Damian had been homeschooled by Alfred when he first came to live with him. And while she did not doubt the Englishman's many talents, there was no way in Tartarus that she was going to allow the man to make her daughter into a recluse.
Bruce sipped his coffee as he chose to observe the conversation. Clark merely smiled, as he heard how much Diana was delighted with her daughter. He truly wished her nothing but the best. Both of them. He was happy for his friends and they seemed… content with the way things were between them.
Diana sipped her tea, letting out a sigh. Truthfully, she was elated to spend time with friends, outside of work, but she had ulterior motive to this little get together. She blamed Bruce for such tactics, although he had agreed with her when she brought up the subject and he found her logic sound.
The Amazon took a deep breath, "Okay," she began, earning the full attention of the Kent couple. "So, we had more in mind for this meeting other than chatting together," she explained plainly. "Well," she turned her eyes to Bruce, whom was silently observing Diana's attempt. He chose to let her take the reins in this venture. "Bruce and I have been discussing should something happen to us, we wondered who would look after Elissa." Her revelation caused the reporters to become stunned by the seriousness of the conversation.
"Naturally, we discussed it with Alfred. And taking in his age and how quite possibly Elissa could inherit my abilities, well, we were wondering if the two of you would consider becoming her guardians," she revealed to them, sounding almost bashful but persevered.
Lois and Clark glanced at one another, silently processing the pair's request.
Eventually, Clark spoke up. "Um, we are flattered, but why us? I mean Alfred seems in perfect health. The man raised Bruce here, I am sure he could handle Elissa," he chuckled.
Said billionaire narrowed his eyes, but kept quiet, only because Diana told him not to be himself when they discussed the topic of guardianship for Elissa. So, he chose to keep his mouth shut and let the woman handle it. He was already trying to work everything out that would make everyone not raise an eyebrow on the connection between the two families.
"Yes, but as I said before, we took his age into account and the possibility that she will inherit my abilities. And considering how well the two of you did with Jon, we thought that if something happened you would have the expertise to handle it," she answered them truthfully. "And it's not like we are actively trying to get killed," she assured. "We just want to have a plan in place if something happened," she said after sharing a look with Bruce.
From the earnest tone in the raven-haired woman's voice told the reporters that she spent a vast amount of time considering this.
Miraculously, the Kent family agreed heartily. "We would be honored, Diana." Lois answered her. She, too, shared similar fears when she had her son, and what the Amazon was considering made sense to her. It never hurt to have a plan, especially when it involved kids.
Lois' acceptance made the woman smile, excited that they accepted. She turned to Clark, hoping to hear his thoughts. If both didn't agree, then she would accept their reluctance and find someone else.
"Of course, we would be willing to take her if something happened," the dark-haired man accepted as well. Smiling a little as he thought that it wasn't the worst thing to happen. And they were his friends, he would do anything for them.
Instantly, Diana pulled a manila folder from her purse and slide the folder to them across the table. "Bruce had the papers drawn up. Look it over and we'll make it official."
Clark was surprised by Diana's straightforwardness. The paperwork. The right to the point approach. It seemed to him that Bruce was rubbing off on Diana. Yet, he held his tongue.
The conversation turned friendly, losing the seriousness of the previous conversation as Lois and Diana chatted about their respective life's, while Clark was about to start such a conversation with Bruce, when the billionaire's phone vibrated.
It paused the conversation as the women turned to the man, as he pulled out his phone checking who was calling.
"Excuse me," he pardoned himself as he stepped outside to take his phone call.
Diana didn't seem bother by his abrupt departure and resumed with Lois where they were previously.
Clark sipped his beverage and patiently listened to Diana as she spoke about her work with the Wayne Foundation.
Bruce returned after a few minutes talking on his phone with Lucius. "I need to go into the office," he informed the woman. "Lucius needs me for this meeting with a new partner. Apparently, they want me there to finalize it," he told her.
After Elissa was born, Bruce took a more hands on approach with his company, instead of having Fox run it for him. He wanted to ensure that the trust fund he created for her as well as the company would never be in danger. She wouldn't have to worry about money in case she wasn't sure what to do with her life.
"I see," the raven-haired woman responded. Seeing as how the man drove them to the diner and the car held the locking platform that the baby's car seat clicked into, they had to go. She attempted to get up when the man stopped her.
"No, stay," he said gently. "I'll take a cab," he told her. He pulled out the car keys and left them with her as he said goodbye to their friends and walked out without another word. He would have said goodbye to his daughter, but he did not want to disturb her if she was asleep. The clamor of the diner patrons was no contest compared to Elissa's tiredness. Kid could sleep through an earthquake.
Clark watched Bruce hail a cab outside the diner and drove away. It was then that he turned to Diana and asked her point blank, "Diana," he began.
"Yes?" she responded innocently.
"How is it… being here with… him?" he chastised himself for sounding so stiffly. But he genuinely wanted to know how thinks were going with her and if Bruce was driving her crazy with the way he was.
"It's… been a transition," she awkwardly answered. "It was a bit difficult in the beginning, but I've come to like where I am," she readily confessed. She smiled, "I have a beautiful daughter. And every moment with her is a blessing. And Bruce helped create her and I've come to respect him as I have seen him in newer lights," she confessed. "We are getting along if that is what you want to know."
"I enjoy what I do. And I wouldn't change a thing," she said confidently.
That seemed to convince Clark and stopped looking into the woman's relationship any further.
Lunar Batcave
Batman had just finished the modifications that would implement psychiatric protocols. Hush and Two-Face would be in therapy while they stayed in the detention center.
Hush scowled as an obnoxiously cheery voice spoke to him.
"Hello, patient. I am Self-help-utron. And I am here to make you a better person," the artificial intelligence introduced itself.
Hush's scowl deepened, as a monitor appeared from the metal wall in his cell. A smiley face on the screen.
"So, Mr. Elliot, let us discuss your anger issues and why it makes you an unhappy person," the program's tone sounded like it was admonishing him.
Hush made an attempt to punch the screen only to hurt his hand as the screen was unbreakable.
"Not nice, Mr. Elliot," the program scolded again. "Such behavior will not be tolerated," it said as the smiley face turned into an angry face. Hush expected some sort of painful retaliation. Something Bruce would always do.
However, Batman surprised him.
Instead of any painful treatment, Hush was forced to watch two hours of Sesame Street that contained knowledge on how to healthy process anger.
"Bruce, you son of a bitch!" he roared as he tried his best to block out the irritating and obnoxiously cheerfulness of Elmo's voice.
Two-Face didn't fair any better as he went ballistic as soon as Self-help-utron revealed itself. The man of duality was punished by being forced to have a programed conversation with Harvey Dent. Hopefully, the experience will aid him in his therapy instead of setting him back in recovery.
Batman watched from his observation room as the inmates struggled with the counselling. Hush's punishment brought a smirk to the vigilante's face. Even got a chuckle out of him.
Glad he was still able to surprise his once best friend.
Wayne Manor
Like all people—all parents, especially a passionate, compassionate, headstrong woman that was an Amazon warrior, Diana was prone to speaking her truthful mind. And Bruce, being an arrogant, intelligent man, he was prone to speaking his mind unabated and without filter.
All people with such personalities were susceptible to arguments.
Particularly, parenting skills.
"Why are you yelling at me?" Bruce requested, bluntly.
"Because if you're watching our daughter and taking care of her, do so! Don't plop her in front of the television and doing whatever you want to do," Diana retorted, loudly.
The two were outside the living room in the hallway arguing.
Unsuspectedly, Elissa sat comfortably in her bouncer that rocked her slowly back and forth. Her ocean blue eyes glued to the television as she watched Sesame Street. Her lips sucked away at her pacifier as the bouncy chair had background music installed that was supposed to soothe the infant into falling asleep. Unfortunately, she was in an active and wakeful mood.
"I had to take an important phone call for work," Bruce replied, his voice growing aggravated.
"These are the important years in Elissa's development. You need to give her your total attention when it's your time with her," the woman argued.
"She is inside the living room watching PBS, for God's sake!" he argued back. "She is watching Sesame Street. What is more educational than Sesame Street?"
Diana huffed, "One on one time with her father, who is making an effort to spend time with his daughter."
The man scowled, "I make every effort to spend time with her. It's not like I pretend she doesn't exist. Pardon me if I work too. Or is that just for working mothers now?"
Diana scowled, and huffed. She walked away before she said anything further.
Bruce scoffed and shook his head, walking into the living room, he found Elissa right where he left her. Her eyes trailed to him when he loomed over her before turning back to the screen in front of her.
He smiled slightly, but it faltered quickly.
How screwed up have things gotten?
Weeks passed and things between the new family settled down. Until…
A news report was presented on the news as Bruce, Diana and Elissa were in the living room. Diana was preoccupied with teaching Elissa her colors.
"It has been several months since the death of the Joker. And while many breathe easier knowing that monster will never plague our lives again, many wonder without a Joker should there still be a Batman?"
Bruce's head shot upward from the book he was reading as soon as the report graced his ears. Diana, too, shared a perturbed look with the man.
For years, two of Gotham's most notorious figures have been at war with one another. With Gotham and it's citizens caught in the crossfire. Many wonder without Batman there wouldn't be a Joker. With the Clown Prince of Crime dead, and Batman cleared of any wrongdoing, multiple politicians have used the two as political capital to get things moving. And while nothing has come from it, should the people of Gotham be demanding an end to a one man's impractical war on crime?"
The billionaire scowled, not liking what the newsman was saying. All the while, Elissa cooed, oblivious to it all.
"Many blame Batman for all the monsters in this town. Clayface, Two-Face, Riddler, and many others. Some have said that Batman issues a silent challenge to all: Gotham is mine. Take it if you dare! And that is just what some believe has happened. Many are demanding that the GCPD finally arrest Batman once and for all and put an end to this madness that has held this city in a chokehold for years."
"In defense of the vigilante, Police Commissioner James Gordon had this to say."
"We have been more than happy to let this man face Gotham's monsters. Subjecting himself to horrors and tragedies that would make a veteran police officer resign. He has and always will defend this city and its people until his dying breath. He has saved the city and beat the monsters time and again. He is an outlaw. Many are stunned to hear me defend this man, myself included some days. But if we want him gone, want him unmasked and charged like every other criminal in this world let it be because we demand justice! Not because some maniac is dead. I will not let that inhuman thing get the last laugh. I will not let him win. He wouldn't either."
Diana gave Bruce a sympathetic look, yet it was ignored as Bruce was deep in thought.
Bruce and Diana seemed to be going through the motions. Day in and day out. Work. Raising a child and more work.
Until Bruce came across a case that involved some unsavory individuals that were stealing money from charities. Naturally, Bruce wanted to apprehend them. But he thought the police deserved a win. Especially Gordon after sticking his neck out so far for him in the last few months, hell since the beginning.
So, Bruce arranged for the police to utilize the Wayne Foundation as the perfect honeytrap for the criminals. Naturally, he looped Diana in, and she readily agreed that these individuals needed to be thwarted.
The investigation lasted a couple of weeks and brought the pair to working much more closely than before. Diana was receptive to working things out and it brought her closer to Bruce, whom had become more easy to work with.
The perpetrators were caught in the act as the police hauled them off to jail. Any funds they could have taken from the Wayne Foundation would be returned following the court case. Bruce had already used his funds to replenish the foundation.
Batcave
It was only a few hours after the police had arrested the perpetrators that the pair had reconvened in the cave with the sun having just set.
They were both dressed in uniform observing one of the monitors that illustrated the arrest of the embezzlers. Diana stood behind the man, whom occupied his chair. Silently glad they were able to work so closely after she yelled at him not that long ago about his techniques in parenting.
She had yet to find an opportunity to apologize for her behavior. She was better than that, but she was too proud to outright admit that she was wrong. She could tell he was trying to be there for Elissa, but she had some doubts sometimes. It was merely her being overprotective when it concerned her baby. No one would hurt her and tell the tale.
But Bruce, well Bruce was a whole other matter.
A discouraged expression formed on her face as her eyes were glued to the screen. Slowly, her eyes trailed to the man in front of her as he shut off the monitor satisfied with the results of the case. In truth, part of him enjoyed working with Diana in his usual manner. Instead of when the world faced cataclysm.
He started to rise from his seat only for Diana to lay a gentle hand on his shoulder. Curious, he slowly turned his head to face her.
She swallowed that nervous lump in her throat, "I-I wanted to apologize about before. When we fought about Elissa," she clarified. "I shouldn't have said you were an absentee father. I was frustrated and exhausted with being pulled in so many different directions and I took it out on you. You didn't deserve my anger and I regret my behavior, Bruce. You are wonderful with Elissa," she explained, mortified by her behavior.
"It's… fine." His reply was succinct, vaguely recalling the argument. His mind was focused on other matters.
His brow furrowed mildly as he witnessed the Amazon form an odd far away expression on her face.
"What's—"
He was cut off when Diana pressed her lips to his softly, his eyes widened, surprised by her action.
She pulled back before he could find the chance to participate. When he regained his senses he uttered, "What was that for?" his reply came off as surprise instead of uncomposed anger.
She didn't answer him. Instead she had that far away look in her eyes once more. Her tongue peaked out licking her lips sampling the flavor Bruce left there.
There it was. That spark. She hadn't felt that feeling since—in a long time. She recalled her fears about them together. But she never conceded to fear and doubt. That just wasn't her.
She leapt at the man again, this time involved tongue. It took the man a minute before he started to reciprocate. His hands tentatively held her hips, eagerly responding to the kiss. He heard her moan as his tongue played with her own.
Her hands went to work, removing his cowl, digits tangling into his hair. Soon, the need for oxygen became so great they needed to pull back.
Breathlessly, they stared at one another, panting. Both held an inquisitive expression on their faces, both wondering what to do next. Luckily, Diana knew what she wanted. She wanted that spark.
Her hands went to work discarding his cape and cowl, then working on his belt, their security features were disabled while he was in the cave.
Bruce was an observer until he did not wish to be. His hands removed his gloves and then took her tiara off her head, her hair becoming slightly disheveled as it got caught in the metal headpiece.
He picked her up, her legs instantly wrapping around his waist as their lips met in another hungry kiss. Slowly, they approached the locker room. Diana made quick work of the man's shirt, while he discarded her bracelets. She unhooked her legs from his waist, her feet clattering upon contact with the floor. Breathlessly, she pulled a few strands of hair that had gotten tangled with the corner of her lips.
A sultry look formed on the Amazon's face as turned her back to him and slowly bent down, tugging at her metallic boots. She knew what he liked, and he liked the view of her bent over. Her spine tingled as she felt hungry eyes trail over her form. She put on a show for him as she unbuckled the straps and gingerly took off one boot, saucily looking over her shoulder looking into Bruce's eyes as she pulled her foot out of the boot and moved on to the other. Her blue eyes glanced over to his uniform pants and saw the reaction she incited out of him.
She smirked and pulled off the last boot. She turned, biting her bottom lip, she pulled her bodice and battle skirt off and flung it against a locker, banging with a clank.
Her smiled deepen as she saw the dark-haired man's throat go dry, his eyes slowly widening. Her eyes glazed over as she was giddy with anticipation as she awaited Bruce's next move.
Every time he saw her in all her glory, he found it impossible to form a single coherent thought. She was breathtaking naked. Clothed, one of the best women he ever met. But naked, well, his male brain went to the forefront of his thoughts.
She was a remarkable woman, and he was honored to be one of the few to see her so vulnerable.
"Your move," she huskily spoke up. The first time in quite a while that either of them spoke since the kiss by the computer. Neither knew how much time had passed, yet they didn't care. He had some questions he desperately wanted answered, but they were for later. Right now, he had a challenge to answer.
He swiftly removed the remainder of his clothes and tackled the woman, whom let out an excited squeal.
The next thing they knew, they were in the shower with Diana's back against the wall. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs locked around his waist as he pumped his girth into her with the speed and tempo, he knew she delighted in.
Her moans spurred him on as they were on the razor edge of climax. He hissed as her fingernails scrapped along his back. "Agh," he grunted as the hot water burned his wounds. Nevertheless, he pushed on. And it was quite a push if anyone asked the woman.
She cried his name as he released a guttural cry of climax, spurting into her depths. They stood under the water as they cooled down, panting. Neither bothered to untangled themselves from the other. Diana's raven locks hung partially over her lover's shoulder; her panting breaths hit his neck.
Everything was all tingly after she climaxed. Her blood carried ecstasy to every cell in her body. She didn't want to inflame the man's already huge ego, but he certainly knew how to satisfy a woman.
Slowly, they pulled back from each other. Gazing into one another's eyes. One thing they both agreed on: they weren't finished. Feeling dominant, the woman hopped off the man, her feet splashing water everywhere. Her hand turned off the water and shoved him out of the stall and flat on his back on a bench in the locker room.
He was knocked off balance by her sudden change in behavior, but it wasn't anything he hadn't seen before. Diana was a dominant woman, who knew what she wanted and would have it no other way. Especially, when it came to sex.
He let out a grunt when she jumped on him, sitting astride his lap, hovering over his masculinity that had not lost a step since the shower session.
She gave him a teasing smile, slowly leaning down to him her eyes never leaving his before placing a chaste kiss on his lips. She pulled back, her hands on his pectorals. The look in her eyes sent a shiver down the man's spine. A shiver that made him more aroused than before, which she noticed and appreciated that he was such a trooper.
She cupped him, making him flinch as her hand was cold. She was not in the mood to waste any time as her appetite had yet to be sated and she needed him to accomplish her goal: she needed some action. All the hormones that were depleted from the birth was starting to ebb, but the urge remained, and she wanted Bruce to be the one to satisfy her needs.
She wasted no time in getting him inside, an arousing moan escaping her beautiful lips as they were joined. Bruce instantly got involved, grasping her hips, and starting pumping as she rode him. The cave was an echo chamber of sonorous moaning and the rhythmic slapping of flesh.
Her mewls were music to his ears as she spurred him on as he sat up. His hands cupped her bottom, lifting her up and down on his rigidness, squealing as he hit the right spot for her.
She panted as she rode him to climax, he grunted under the tight pressure. He willed himself to stall his release. Her legs tightened around his waist as her feet were planted firmly behind him flat on the bench.
Bruce wasn't finished with her, even if she got hers, he wanted his. His hand grasped her breast roughly bringing it to his mouth. He bit her dark colored nipple, causing Diana to yelp and then moan as she pulled him closer to her chest using her arms.
She cooed as she enjoyed the sensations her brought out of her. There was a comfortable rhythm as Bruce satisfied her chest and loins. That rhythm changed as Bruce took her by surprise and took a more forceful approach.
He tackled her down onto the bench, with a squeal escaping her as she weren't expecting him to make such a daring move, although she did not voice any objections. She laid flush against the bench as Bruce loomed over her, the look in his minds made her loins dampen as her arousal seemed to only go up.
Aggressively, he took her long legs and held them over his shoulders as he stabbed at her with his girth, she bellowed in approval as she enjoyed the rough tempo he built. Her dainty feet tensed as toes curled as he hit her special spot, squealing in enthusiastic approach. Her back bent like a bow; her sable locks hung over the sides of the bench.
The sensations that rippled through them made them shudder. Glazed blue eyes stared at him while he ravaged her to his heart's content. He didn't care about anything then, not Gotham, not patrol, not that anyone could walk in on them, just that he needed to be with her right now. He pulled those luscious legs off his shoulders and folded them until her head was between her feet.
"Yes!" she chanted, as she liked the new position. The coil in her lower stomach twisted and twisted every time the man entered her.
She pressed her mouth to his chin when he got close enough, her teeth nipped at the flesh. Finally, that coil broke as euphoria was upon the woman. This time her tight and warm sheath was too great for the man and he climaxed along with her, letting out another guttural grunt as he hit his release with her.
She moaned as he filled her up, the warmth pleasant to her insides. Languidly, she ran her hands over his impressive back. Slowly, Bruce released his hold on her legs as she spread them making room for him in between her thighs.
She planted her feet onto the ground as they both caught their breath. Neither knew how long they were intimate, neither cared. The way water and perspiration rolled down her tanned flesh made him ache for her all over again. Sensing his thoughts, she noticed his hardness didn't miss a beat as it dripped from their combined fluids.
One look from the other confirmed they were far from finished.
They raced up towards Bruce's bedroom. With Bruce rightfully on his back as the Amazon warrior rode him.
She rode him with such vigor that the headboard thumped against the wall. Perspiration dripped down the man's forehead while he was memorized by the tempo as her magnificent breasts bounced as she rocked her hips with his own.
They spent hours making love into the middle of the night. They were in various positions; most Diana was very enthusiastic on. Bruce was keen on seeing a side of the woman he had not seen in quite some time. Nothing seemed to stop the other from bringing the other to sweet release.
He recalled fondly as not that long ago; she had her hands wrapped around the headboard with him taking her from behind. He aggressively struck her, pumping inside her with rapid and fierce movements that had her mewling. He knew she made a fierce grimace as he roughly made love to her. Gritting her teeth, her knuckles whitening as her strength almost broke the headboard as it hammered away at the wall.
He admired her perfect backside so much that he swiftly swatted the supple flesh, she cooed, having been taken by surprise by his action, although she seemed just as into it as he.
Her back arched as she approached the end, only for Bruce to pull out and roughly grab her by her hips and turn her around, a squeal escaping her as he once again startled her.
Once more he was on top of her, filling her and rutting into her like a madman, her long beautiful legs locked around his hips as he pistoned in and out of her with pinpoint accuracy. Her hands ran up and down his biceps, appreciating the sculpted muscle that he spends hours maintaining.
She cooed and yelped and squealed as he did wonderful things to her body inside and out. She bit her bottom lip as she was approaching euphoria. The pressure was so great that she knew she couldn't contain a scream. Her hand flailed for a pillow to cover her face, certain her child was asleep down the hall and did not need to be disturbed.
A large hand took hold of hers and slammed it on top of the pillow canceling her effort. The coil was about to snap and release almost washed over her only for Bruce to be devious. He pulled out of her as she was on the razor edge of climax, taunting her. Diana scowled, yet it was short lived as he replaced himself with his mouth.
"Oh!" she exclaimed in surprise. Caught off guard by his sudden change in tactics, while the change was appreciated. She bit her lip, her head leaned back as the billionaire went to work. His lips kissed her other set of lips, his teeth nibbled on her loins as well as her nerve bundle, knowing she loved his teasing motions. She spread her legs farther offering more room, moaning as Bruce added his tongue. Shoving it inside as far as he could go.
She yelped in response. He lapped with his tongue up and down before changing motions. Soon the coil was back and better than ever. Her pupils dilated, her lower half tensing as the pressure built and built until…
A well-placed pillow muffled her screams as she climaxed audibly and explosively. Her discharge almost drowned the man as he went down on her from start to finish.
He consumed it greedily, vaguely recalling he had not brought her to such a climax since that time in the cave when it was just the two of them.
Slowly, he removed himself from between her legs and fell backwards, his head laying at the foot of the bed, his legs spread giving the Amazon some more room.
The silence in the room was interrupted by his deep panting and Diana's, who pulled the pillow away, panting like a dog after the experience she just had. A silence remained between them as they rarely spoke during their love making.
"Sorry about the sheets," she managed to say in between pants, feeling the sopping wet sheets around her pelvis. Her face was red from their intimate interactions and embarrassment as she had not done that since the cave. It was a normal bodily function, but it was such a hassle to clean up afterwards. It was why she liked when it occurred in the cave. No muss no fuss.
She swallowed, her throat uncomfortably dry from all the activity, they really did not have any shame or any sense to stop and rest. They just kept coming after the other for more.
Diana finally looked towards her partner, seeing him panting, his hand resting atop his forehead, chest moving up and down gasping for breath, his firm legs spread. It was there she noticed his masculinity still stood tall and proud ready for more of her.
Intriguingly, she tested the waters, so to speak and noticed he had not achieved such an explosive release as she had. A pang of guilt hit her as she was determined to please him so deeply as he had for her.
Swallowing, she got up onto her hands and knees, crawling towards the unsuspecting man. He sensed the bed shift under her weight and gazed up at her.
"Can you sit up on your knees for me?" she asked him. Her eyes shined with such earnestness that he could not argue with her nor put up any fight to rest.
Silently, he obeyed as he stood on his knees at the foot of the bed. His head bowed as his eyes burrowed into the woman's face as he observed with bated breath as she returned the favor.
He moaned lightly as she got to work on him. Her head bobbing back and forth as she brought him pleasure. His nerves tingled as he felt her tongue do wonderful things to his pelvic region. His hands clutched her head, thick fingers lacing through soft sable. Tresses leaking out of his hands as she delivered pleasure upon him.
He flinched when her hand cupped him, massaging him adding to his pleasure. His moaning spurred the Amazon on as she doubled her efforts, providing him with similar oral services that he had done for her.
His eyes fluttered as she took him deeper, a hiss escaping him as she gently dragged her teeth along him. She knew that annoyed him, it was a power play to let him know even if she was on her hands and knees servicing him, she was in total control and he better remember it.
The next time he looked down again made him quiver as she ran her tongue along him, her head tilted, their eyes meeting. He felt a feeling in his lower back as he felt his release building.
Sensing his impending release, the woman pulled back and massaged him with her hand, his haggard breathes getting her excited.
He panted before releasing a guttural groan as his essence left him. Several jolts struck his lower back, his head tilted toward the ceiling as he finished.
Unaware that Diana had gotten up a bit, getting hit several times along her sensual bosom. But when he noticed, white on top of sun kissed skin made his heart soar.
She surprised herself with how racy she could be but didn't seem to mind. Breathlessly, she leaned back plopping on the bed, her head hitting the pillows. "Well, that was fun. And I'm sure we both could muster up the energy for one more round, but I need to work in the morning and I could use some sleep," she explained, seeing him nod in understanding. Reaching over she cleaned herself up with some tissues abandoned on the nightstand.
"What happens now?"
She blinked at him, "Now, we sleep," she supplied. She made to get under the covers only for her leg to brush up against the soaked sheets. She contemplated removing the sheets but thought against it and went under the covers.
Bruce silently followed her lead, laying next to her. Fatigue finally catching up to them. There they laid unmoving aside from their breathing. Neither seemed to be able to fall asleep, let alone close their eyes.
The unanswered question weighted heavily on the dark-haired man's mind. This was a random act. She had made herself abundantly clear. They couldn't be together. She could not allow it to happen. He swallowed nervously. He was not one to open with his heart, him never. Last person on the planet.
He rolled over seeing the back of her head, her hair soaked in sweat from rigorous activity. "Diana," he started softly, "what does this mean?" his voice sounded weaker, vulnerable. He hated it. But he needed an answer. Uncharacteristically, his heart could not take it if she couldn't give him a satisfactory answer. He needed a clear and simple classification for them other than what they believed they were before this intercourse.
He saw her jolt from her relaxed form. He witnessed her neck tense as she swallowed her nerves, slowly rolling over to face him, apprehension in her eyes. He realized she was just as curious as he was. More so because she was the one to initiate their coupling.
She swallowed down her apprehension, reaching over caressing his face. Smiling softly as she came to realize how to summarize their status. She couldn't stay away from him nor could Bruce. They were magnetic. She could not find the strength to separate from him. So she chose a middle ground. Not a yes, not a no but they had an answer.
"It's just like back in the cave," she uttered softly.
It easily clicked into place. They would be what they were back when they swapped places with the Gentle Man. Friends with benefits. Purely physical.
It was simpler. It was an answer.
He could work with that. He leaned in softly pressing his lips to hers, slowly rolling on top of her. Her coos revved them up for another go.
When they were finished for the final time that night, Diana broached the topic. "There will be rules for this. We will always use protection, no matter what," she stated firmly. "While Elissa is a blessing but I doubt either one of us is ready for another surprise," she saw Bruce nod his head in agreement.
"We are lucky it's a save day for me," she explained as she cleaned up from between her legs, Bruce fluids leaking out of her as they had not used any form of birth control since they were in the shower.
"Yes, very lucky," the man agreed.
"Now, can we sleep now?" the woman begged, her voice almost came off as a whine as exhaustion weighted heavily on her, she doubted Bruce was in any better shape.
"Oh, I thought no one was going to say anything!" he exclaimed, incredulously. He was on the verge of passing out, the woman was an insatiable animal and Bruce just kept coming back for more like a glutton.
They quickly fell asleep a mere few hours before dawn. And parenthood would be calling them back.
NEXT: Time skip and Heroes in Crisis!
Question? Was the sex scene too racy? I try to be subtle when I right them. I hope everyone is satisfied with the change in Bruce and Diana's status. It has been a long road but we are moving forward.