A/N: Last time I updated, I was studying for midterms. Now I'm studying for finals. I've fallen off again….hehe….whoops?
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A moan falls from my lips the second the kiss turns heated, which is as soon as it starts. Bruce stands, steadying me as I slip from his lap to stand in front of him. Our lips remain connected as he begins to walk us back a few steps towards the bed.
However, before Bruce can push me down onto the mattress, I twist us, pushing him to fall back instead. I climb into his lap, grateful for the high slit in my dress that allows me the movement of straddling him.
I chase Bruce down to the bed, eagerly reconnecting our mouths. His hands reach for me, cupping my face to pull me in. Dropping my hips, I'm able to feel him straining in his pants, lined up perfectly with me. Realizing the opportunity, I begin grinding into him, a breathy moan ghosting over his lips as his hands move down my body to trace up and down my thighs, not forcing, merely trailing his fingers along the one bare thigh and the other covered one.
My hands fist in his shirt, wishing it were off but not having the willpower to stop my movements or pull from his lips for too long. A shiver races up my spine, following his fingers which have moved to the small zipper that keeps the dress tight to my chest. "Can I pull this down?" he breathes against my cheek. I nod, another shiver following the line of air that's exposed down my back as Bruce lowers the zipper. As it reaches the small of my back, his hands soothe back up my spine, warm and calloused before pulling at the sleeves that now drape down to my elbows, dress gaping forward. I lean up a little so that the top half of the dress can be pulled down, Bruce's gaze following the fabric as it pools around my waist before reaching for me once more to pull me back down to him.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers, his hands now cupping my breasts, rolling my nipples between two of his fingers. I press in for another kiss before I push my chest towards his mouth, his lips quirking into a smirk for a moment before he wordlessly accepts a nipple into his mouth.
I moan as he sucks and nips at the bud, forcing more pleasure through my body. It's a heady combination of riding the ridge between my legs and his mouth applying suction.
"Bruce," I whisper into the bedroom. His eyes flicker up to look at me, silently questioning but never ceasing his delectable torture. "It's so good," I bite my lip and he nods once before refocusing his attention. He pulls back to switch to my other breast but I want his mouth back on mine. I slide a hand into his hair to pull his head where I want it before reaching down to try and undo the straps to my heels.
The ride home had given my feet enough of a reprieve that the straps aren't as biting as they were before. However, I want them off. Bruce offers a hand to aid the removal of the heels, switching sides with me as I manage to toss the shoes off of the bed, relieved to have them off.
Bruce sits up as the sound of my shoes hit the floor, my fingers scrabbling for purchase on the buttons of his shirt, Bruce's hands coming into the mix to help remove the shirt. I eagerly push the shirt off of his shoulders the moment I'm able to, sliding my hands across the warm, scarred skin of his chest before pushing him back down to the bed.
I begin trailing kisses across his jaw, down his neck, and further down his chest. As I grow closer to his lap, my heartbeat, which is already beating fast, kicks up another notch, my decision to do this for him from earlier making nerves twitter through my system. Bruce moves accordingly as I give one last grind before lifting off of his lap and moving between his legs.
My hands shakily reach for the button and zipper of his pants, carefully undoing both before pulling them down his legs. Bruce's hips lift so they can be slid from beneath him and he quietly watches me discard them on the floor with my shoes, my dress still draped around my hips. I begin to mentally hype myself up when I realize he's still in his boxers, not yet exposed.
I take it as an excuse, climbing back into his lap to resume the heated makeout from a moment ago. Part of me is ashamed to be so nervous and worked up about returning the pleasure he's brought to me so many times but I have to wonder if the nerves mean I'm not ready yet. Bruce would never force me, which is proven as he sits up, burying his face against my chest as I wrap my arms around his shoulders, delighting in the angle I can now grind against him with.
His own arms wrap around my lower back as he laves kisses against my collarbone and the base of my neck, the stubble that's been slowly growing in throughout the night creating a nice pinch of pain as it scratches at sensitive flesh.
After a moment, he rolls us over, him now hovering over me. The moment I'm settled on my back, he moves his affection back towards my breast, the one that didn't receive its pleasure earlier.
My hips attempt to rock up into him but he's holding himself too high to allow himself enough room to kiss his way down to where my dress sits skewed and twisted across my hips. He teasingly kisses along the fabric before moving back up, his teeth skimming along my ribs. One of my hands tangles in the comforter beside my head while the other wraps around the back of his head, enjoying the attention he's begun to bring back up my body. He settles his body over mine and before I can begin to move, he's grinding back against me, causing my back to arch into him.
However, before I can grow too close to my precipice, Bruce pulls all the way away from me, sitting back on his feet and pulling at my dress. A spark of guilt flickers through me as he presses open mouthed kisses to my thigh and begins to pull the dress down. He sucks against my thigh to form a small bruise before pulling my dress all the way off.
But despite feeling some guilt for my anxiety at returning the favor, my thighs widen and I make a pleading sound in anticipation as the dress is pushed to the floor. Bruce keeps his eyes locked on mine as his hands slide beneath my hips to grab ahold of the tops of my thighs, leaning down to press a trail of kisses from my belly button to my center.
The moment his mouth is on me, my hips are rocking against his mouth. My head falls back against the bed, eyes rolling back as he nips and sucks against me, his tongue plunging inside while his hands hold me spread and secured to the bed. "Oh gods," I cry quietly into the otherwise quiet room, well, apart from the sounds Bruce is making between my legs.
"Tell me," he requests against my hip, pressing his teeth against the skin before moving back between my thighs.
I glance down at him and see the dark hunger hidden in what's left of his cerulean gaze. I bite my lip, slightly embarrassed but as he pushes his tongue into me again, the embarrassment leaves in exchange for the pleasure. "Your tongue," I sigh. "You're so good with your tongue."
"Hmm," he hums against me, making my hips buck into the sensation. His tongue begins to move faster against the little bud and I push a hand into his hair as I'm shoved closer to the edge.
"Please don't stop, please don't stop," I beg him, legs trying to close around his head as I grow closer. He holds me down, never stopping. "Keep doing that," I tell him, knowing if he keeps this up, I'm screwed.
And he keeps going, forcing me over the edge. "Oh my gods, Hera, Bruce." He hums and growls against me, my hips jerking in sensitivity before he pulls away, sliding back up my body to kiss me. I keen at the taste of myself and my body jolts as his fingers trail down my sex with feather-light touches.
"I-I want you to put your fingers inside," I plead against his mouth, his lips quirking again.
"Is that what you want?" he teases, the tips of his fingers barely dipping into me before pulling back.
"Yes, please," I beg and he obliges, sinking two of his fingers deep within me, hooking them into a special spot. I lean up on my elbows, Bruce pulling back to allow the movement as I reach down, holding his hand inside of me.
"Right there," I gasp and he continues to rub against the spot, fingers thrusting in and out of me. "Uh, huh," I moan, hand hooking back into his hair to pull him in for a distracted kiss. He quickly pushes me over the edge again, moving to lay alongside me and press kisses into the crux of my neck and shoulder. An arm flings up to wrap around his shoulders, nails digging into the skin beside his collarbone as I writhe against his hand. Gathering the courage and banking on keeping this confident side that feels no embarrassment, "can I return the favor?" Bruce's mouth stills against my neck and though his hand doesn't stop, it does begin to slow as I come back down from my high. "Please?" I tack on.
"Princess, are you sure? You don't have to," he promises and the words reassure me.
"Please," I beg again and Bruce looks at me for a second before nodding, withdrawing his fingers from me. I take a deep breath as he leans away from me, moving to my knees to follow him. He relaxes back against the pillows, legs widening to allow me to move between them again. The nerves begin to filter back in until I see the way his boxers are tented and straining. The sight instills me with a boost of confidence, knowing he's like this because of me. If this is something that ends up making me uncomfortable, I know Bruce will immediately stop and move us on to different activities.
He lifts his hips once more to allow me to pull his boxers down and my hands shake slightly from being so close to his….dick. That is what Shayera called it, right?
Hoping to dispel the rest of my nerves I lean back up towards his mouth and he seems to understand, kissing me for a moment.
Knowing I'm finding ways to stall, I pull away from his mouth and move towards his lap, deciding to take the bull by his proverbial horns and do this. I carefully grab him before taking him into my mouth, a gasp falling from Bruce's lips at my act, clearly not having expected me to immediately put my mouth on him. His hands clench tightly against the duvet beside my head, his stomach and thigh muscles pulling tight.
For a moment, I hold my breath, not knowing that I necessarily want to taste him. But I become distracted as I glance up to see Bruce's half-lidded eyes watching me and a musky, salty taste fills my mouth.
I moan against him, not having expected to enjoy the taste as much as I do, trying to take more of him in my mouth. I move my hand that is on the rest of him up and down, like Shay had demonstrated with the table leg weeks ago.
"Fuck, Diana," Bruce's head falls back against the pillows, his entire body gloriously tense. A small drop of liquid drips out of the tip and onto my tongue, a small sample of what he really tastes like. However, the longer I have him in my mouth, the more I want him actually inside of me.
I pull my mouth from him to stroke him fully, twisting against the tip before leaning up to kiss him, wanting him to taste himself just like he made me taste myself. I know he has yet to reach his end but I need him in me.
"I want to feel it inside of me," I whisper against his lips, his hips suddenly jerking up against my hand.
"Is that what you want?" he asks, a teasing lilt to his voice once more. I nod before releasing him to climb back into his lap. I grind against him for a moment, my own wetness mixing with my saliva to thoroughly coat him. His hands grip my hips as I reach down a moment later to properly line us up. I release a small cry as I sink down onto him, my body clenching demandingly around him.
"Oh my gods," I gasp before beginning to move on top of him, grabbing the back of his neck to kiss him. After a moment, I pull back to press our foreheads together, moans and gasps falling from my lips as I move over him. He simply looks up at me, eyes full of wonder as he tries to take even breaths.
"You feel so good," I tell him as I sit up, resuming the grinding motion from earlier. The little bud between my legs scrapes against his pelvis, my movements growing faster to chase the feeling it elicits.
"It's so good," Bruce agrees breathily as I ride him. His hips begin to flex up into me and my own movements slow, enjoying the depths he reaches when he pushes up.
"Keep doing that. Please don't stop," I beg him as his grip tightens on my hips, thrusting up into me. I roll my hips with his movement, groans beginning to fall from the back of his throat everytime our hips slam together. His upper body relaxes back into the pillows as I begin to move quicker, throwing off his rhythm but chasing another end for myself. He lies back and takes it, allowing me to use him in any way I see fit.
The powerful feeling is addicting, something I know I'll need to indulge in at a later date. But for now, a rough grind down against him sends me over the edge, Bruce growling as I tighten around him before he rolls us, keeping us joined as he now hovers over me.
"Bruce! Just like that!" I whine as he begins to thrust into me. One of my hands curls around his hip, nails digging into his skin as he withdraws nearly all the way before pushing as far in as he can go. "Faster, please, go faster." Bruce's hips begin to roll into me at a quicker pace, the slap of our skin meeting now filling the bedroom.
"Is that what you want?" he asks as he leans over me.
"It's so good," I nod my head as he sits up. "Harder, Bruce, please," he obliges, moving a thumb to rub at that spot between my legs.
"Like that?" he asks and I nod. But instead of continuing, Bruce comes back down to lean over me, pressing our bodies flush as he circles his hips into me.
"Harder," I beg again and cry out as he does so, pushing me over the edge. I struggle to catch my breath as it repeatedly hitches in my chest.
"My god, Diana," Bruce groans, wrapping himself around me as his hips move to circle glacially slow before stopping and withdrawing.
"No," I whine as Bruce leans back, watching me. I wiggle my hips, his eyes dropping to watch before an idea pops into my head. I sit up, reaching for him and he leans back towards me.
"Will you fuck me from behind?" A growl tears from Bruce's throat before he grabs my bottom lip with his teeth, sucking it into his mouth before releasing it with a wet 'pop'.
"Whatever you want," he promises gravelly, sending shivers racing up and down my spine. I haven't had him from behind since that passionate evening in the training room of the cave. While I miss being able to see him, he's able to reach so deep and hit different angles when he's behind me. I flip onto my knees, lowering my chest to be on the bed while my hips remain in the air.
Bruce lines up and the moment he pushes in, I nearly come undone. "Oh my-" I mewl into the comforter as he bottoms out, one of his hands holding my hip while the other is pushing down against my ass. "-Gods," I finish on a whisper as Bruce begins to pound into me.
"Right there!" I tell him over my shoulder. "Please never stop!"
His hands move to support himself on either side of me, leaning down to bite at the skin between my shoulderblades, moaning as I clench on him. I push up onto my hands and Bruce pulls me back to be flush against him, his arms keeping my hips locked against him as I fall over the edge once more. As I spasm and shake, Bruce pushes me back into the mattress.
"Touch yourself," he demands and I keen, pushing a hand beneath me to do as he says, body twitching at the feeling of the dual stimulation.
"You-I-Bruce, please," I beg and while I'm not entirely sure what I'm begging for, Bruce seems to understand, thrusting harder against me before stopping and grinding deep. "That-it-so good," I whine.
Bruce's hands skate down to the outside of my thighs, applying gentle pressure to push them together and I let out a sharp gasp as it allows him to somehow push deeper. He blankets my body, rolling his hips gently into mine.
"Does that feel good?" he whispers into my ear, biting at the lobe as I relax beneath him.
"It's so good," I promise him. "I like when you go deep like that." He rolls to my side, pulling me with him and pressing against my back. "Oh my gods."
Bruce hooks a hand beneath my leg and pulls it up into my chest, opening me to him. His hand slips between my legs and I cry out, feeling him begin to tense and pulse within me as I squeeze around him.
"Keep going," I beg and Bruce's jaw tightens and eyebrows scrunch. "Faster, h-harder," I beg him and he emits his own whine as I hurtle off the edge. I feel him throb before he fills me.
"Diana," he groans against my shoulder as he wraps his arms tightly around me, pulling me as close as he can manage as we finish.
"I don't know about you," I speak up after a moment. "But that was better than any desert I could ever have." Bruce huffs a laugh, pressing a kiss to the ball of my shoulder as I sigh and snuggle back into his warmth, quickly nodding off.
When I wake hours later, he's gone. The bed's empty and cold beside me but he somehow managed to wrangle me into one of his shirts and tuck me in before he left. I suppose he did promise he'd stay until I fell asleep. I wrap my arms tighter around his pillow, inhaling his scent before falling back asleep, missing the figure standing out on our small balcony.
~Bruce's POV~
I can't stop the small smile that tugs at my lips at the sight of Diana snuggling into my pillow. I hated having to leave her but she was clearly exhausted as she didn't wake when I pulled from her, changed her into a shirt, and lifted her to tuck her into bed. I would've loved nothing more than to stay in bed with her for the rest of the night but I'd seen blinking alerts on the Batcomputer as soon as I managed to talk myself out of bed.
Grappling from the balcony, I make my way towards GCPD, wondering what Jim is signaling me for.
~Diana's POV~
Something bright is in my eyes but I'm unable to roll away from it. Releasing a petulant whine, I crack an eye open and realize it's the sun peeking through a small opening in the curtains. My reason for being stuck with the sun's rays in my face is the arm under my head and folded up over my chest and the other arm secured around my waist.
I huff a laugh, half annoyed, half amused. I must've been really worn out if I had missed both Bruce leaving for patrol and climbing back in bed after it. The arms around me suddenly loosen, the one around my middle pulling me, causing me to turn over. "Better?" his voice rasps and I have to squeeze my legs together, tempted to start our morning off right but I glance at Bruce's face and see his eyes are still shut. Knowing he's been up most of the night, I withhold from doing anything just yet.
Making a noise of approval, I push forward and tuck my head beneath his, his arms tightening back around me as he drifts back off to sleep. I'll wake him properly later.
I'm sipping on champagne as we wait for Lois to try on her wedding dress. With my own recent marriage and the drama of the last couple weeks, I'd nearly forgotten that Lois and Kal were now getting married.
Lois' younger sister, Lucy, is her maid of honor and is paying no attention to Helena or I, which I personally am grateful for.
I was a little hesitant to go out dress shopping with Helena or Lois. I understand it's important to find a wedding dress along with the dresses of her wedding party, but at the same time, Lois is never with Wonder Woman. No one knows Kal's identity and I fear people trying to make connections when I'm spotted as one of Lois' bridesmaids in her wedding.
It's not going to be some huge affair, a small little wedding in the countryside but the paparazzi follow where Bruce or I go. Maybe I can swing it as Lois only asking me to be her bridesmaid because Bruce owns the Daily Planet and that's why he was invited so I was invited too then asked to be a bridesmaid.
"What has you frowning?" Helena asks, sipping on her own glass of champagne.
"How am I going to explain to the paparazzi about being a bridesmaid to Lois Lane? For all the world knows, I have almost no connection to her."
"Almost?"
"Bruce owns the Daily Planet. I think he bought it a few years ago just to piss Kal off." Helena snickers. "So I was thinking I could spin it that I was only invited to the wedding because Kal invited those he works with and for, which would technically be Bruce and I'm Bruce's wife and-"
"Okay, hold on. You're spiraling, Diana. I think you're overthinking it."
"But I'm not!" I insist. "After the drama with Selina, the paparazzi have been worse than ever! I had to sneak in here half an hour before the rest of you and it was through the back door! It's really bad! They are everywhere Bruce or I am!"
"Surely it'll die down by the time of the wedding? Lois is just getting an early start on dress shopping but they aren't getting married till the summer," Helena reminds me and it does ease my worries a little. I can only hope the paparazzi have gotten better by then.
Lois chooses then to step from the dressing room and Helena covers her mouth to hide her laughter. I bite my lip and try to keep a positive face as Lois steps up on the platform, looking at us.
"What do you guys think?" Lucy continues typing away on her phone and Helena is forcing herself to look away while I'm sure I look like I smelled something bad at how hard I'm straining to keep a straight face. How does Bruce do this all of the time?
"It's, well-" Lucy looks up from her phone and bursts out laughing.
"What are you wearing?!" She shrieks, holding up her phone to snap a picture. I glare at Lois' baby sister but she doesn't pay me any attention. "Which princess threw up all over you?"
Lois was wearing a princess-style dress with elbow length puffy sleeves and an extremely tight corset that poofed out very far from her hips.
"Is it really that bad?" she spins and looks at herself in the mirror, a horrified expression overtaking her face! "Oh my god! Get this off of me!" she dashes towards the changing room and Helena can't hold her laughter in anymore, erupting into giggles. Lucy joins her, turning her phone towards Helena to show her the pictures she took.
"Send those to me! I'm gonna put them in a scrapbook for her!"
This makes me extremely glad we had dresses brought to the manor for me to try on for my wedding.
Helena finally calms down enough to return to a more civilized conversation. Lois steps back out of the dressing room. Lucy looks up almost immediately this time. "Lois! Lose the puff!" She gestures to what I assume is Lois' sleeves. Lois is wearing a slim gown with a sweetheart neckline and puffed short sleeves. I like it a lot more than the last one, but wish that Lucy would learn some manners. What if this is Lois' dream dress?
"You don't like them? I like the idea of them." Lois comments, moving to look in the mirror. She moves from side to side before glancing back at us. "I think you're right. I don't think these kinds of sleeves are meant for me. I have two more I want to try on." I nod encouragingly. Lois offers a smile in return and steps back into the dressing room.
"Where's Shay?"
"I think she said she was going to Egypt." I mention discreetly, noticing Lucy isn't as distracted by her phone.
"For how long?" I shrug. It's not always cut and paste on how long a mission will take. They hardly ever actually take the expected time.
Lois emerges from the dressing room and I gasp. Lois' eyes meet mine and she smiles at my reaction.
"Ooh, I like this one!" Lucy says, standing to circle Lois who has moved to stand on the pedestal. The dress has a sweetheart neckline again but drapes elegantly across Lois' body, without sleeves. There's something missing though.
"What do we think?" The young woman who was assisting us, Cami, asks after seeing our reactions.
"Do you have any sleeves you could clip on? To drape across her upper arm?" I ask, standing as the girl nods and disappears before reappearing, handing them to me. I approach Lois, clipping the sleeves to her dress and smiling as Lois' eyes grow watery at her reflection.
"I love it!" She says, trying to save her makeup.
"Kal will too," I promise.
"Kal? His name is Clark," Lucy corrects. "Some friend," she mutters under her breath as she looks back down at her phone. Lois and I make eye contact in the mirror and smirk before changing it to a smile as Lucy looks back up.
"Do you want to try on your last dress?" I ask her quietly, not wanting to disrupt her moment. I can remember the feeling of trying on my dress, the excitement and feeling of everything falling into place as the perfect dress for my perfect day lies delicately over my skin.
"Was it like this when you found yours?" Lois had been required to attend a press conference the day I had been trying on dresses at the manor.
"Yes," I smile and nod, Lois' face mimicking mine.
"I don't want to try the other dresses," she tells the woman. "I'll take this one."
"Let us take your measurements and we'll have it sent off for alteration for you!" Cami smiles, offering Lois a hand before following her back to the dressing room. I watch the door close before moving towards the bridesmaid dresses that are on a trolley off to the side.
Lois' wedding is going to be a mix of sparkling silvers, royal blues, and shining whites, the wedding taking place in the evening to help give the illusion of a starry night sky.
I thumb through the different dresses as I wait and turn as Lois exits in the clothes she wore here.
"Your turns!" She declares, dividing the bridesmaid dresses between Helena and I before pushing us towards the dressing rooms, Lucy following with her arms full of her own selection of dresses.
We all step out of the dressing rooms at relatively the same time. I'm in a spaghetti strap royal blue satin dress with a high slit. Helena is in a light shade of blue, also sleeveless, dress with a plunging neckline and no slit.
"What do you think?" Lois asks us.
"I like it," I start. "But it doesn't feel like a bridesmaid dress. It feels like something I'd wear to a cocktail party."
"I don't like how much cleavage this one shows." Helena says.
Lois nods. "I like the color of Diana's dress but agree it's not giving 'wedding' vibes." She sends us back into our dressing rooms and we try on dress after dress, each one being too revealing or too dressy or not the right shade of blue. I have two dresses left when I try on my favorite so far. It's another spaghetti strap dress with a v-neck that doesn't plunge too far or reveal too much. The skirt is wrapped a little, the top layer crossing over the bottom layer to form a v in the middle, giving a sarong/high-low type design. I personally loved it but it was ultimately up to Lois.
Helena was waiting outside of my door in an off the shoulder cerulean dress. I quite liked the look of that one too but knew it'd be the wrong shade of blue. We walk out together and Lois squeals.
"I love it!" Helena and I share a glance, unsure to which dress she's referring. She runs towards us before pulling me away from Helena and circling me then telling me to spin. I do as she says, growing hopeful that this is the dress she's choosing. "I think this is the one. What do you two think?"
"I like that one more than any of the dresses I've tried on." Helena tells Lois who nods before looking at me.
"Diana?"
"I really like this one." I admit and Lois' smile lights up the entire room.
"Then this is the one we'll do! I'll go find Cami, she's helping Lucy with her dress." Lois bustles off towards one of the other dressing rooms where cursing can be heard.
We spend the next hour waiting for Lois to find a maid of honor dress she likes before finally leaving. We all go out for dinner and I shoot Bruce a quick text explaining I won't be home for dinner.
"So," Helena starts as we wait for our table at a local restaurant. I don't look up, unsure if she's talking to me and curious as to what Bruce is going to say as the bubble sways on the screen of my phone. "Shay says you haven't gone down on Bats yet. What the hell?" My face immediately flushes and I duck behind Lois to hide my face, hearing Helena cackling and claiming to be struggling for air.
Apparently they need 24/7 updates on my sex life.