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Batman: Therapist?
Posted:
10.23.2005
Author: Batman_Wolverine (a.k.a. Bruce Logan)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Diana returns to the *cave* after a particularly draining
mission. Batman provides solace and something more. (Oneshot)
Disclaimer: Don't own Batman, Wonder Woman or any Justice League
Unlimited character. All owned and copy righted by DC.
Author’s Note: Takes place in Justice League Unlimited Universe. After
episode 4 of season 5.
Episode Spoiler: S5, E4 - *To Another Shore*
“What were you thinking?” Batman
growled as Diana emerged from the transporter
module. “You are a founding member. You should know
better than to go into battle without backup.”
“Nice to see you too,” Diana replied in
exasperation, smiling and shaking her head at
Batman’s *all business* tone. He was dressed in his
*Work clothes*, sans the cowl, which lay within
hand’s reach.
“Diana,” Batman whirled around in his chair, his
usually cold voice carrying the barest of emotion,
showing his concern.
“I know Bruce,” she sighed as she came and stood
next to the Bat-computer control panel. “I thought I
could handle them. I didn’t know about the
enhancements in Devil Ray’s stingers.”
“With all the recent incidents,” Batman brought up
the file he was working on. It was a comprehensive
database of all the super-villain attacks. Marked in
*red* were the incidents in which the villain’s mind
shut down under interrogation. “You should have.”
“Anything else *Batman*,” the tightness in her voice
and the fact that she used Batman instead of Bruce,
told the World’s Greatest Detective that he needed
to tone it down….even better, zip it.
-----
“How are you feeling?” He observed Diana’s from the
corner of his eye.
“Tired,” she answered truthfully, came to his side
and rested her arm on the back of his chair. “Why do
you ask?”
“Diana,” Batman sighed and looked away from her,
paying extra attention to the gigantic screen.
“Bruce,” her voice carried the same longing as his
had. She repeated herself softly this time, letting
her fingers play at the fringe of his neck. “Why do
you ask?”
“You are my teammate. You are important to the
league,” he volleyed the usual lame ass answers.
“Hmm,” her perfect *god-given* features scrunched in
frustration. “Bruce, even if you can run and hide
from your feelings and expect me to do the same….for
Hera’s sake, just once….speak the truth.”
“Truth is relative princess,” he once again tried
his usual word play.
“Insufferable jerk,” Diana cursed under her breath
and shoved the chair rather forcefully, causing it
and the caped crusader seated on to turn around
almost three and sixty degrees.
“Good bye Batman,” Diana bit out as she started back
along the path she had come a few minutes ago.
Reaching the teleportation bay, she was able to
initiate a reverse transfer to the last position,
when, “*I* was worried about you,” her superhuman
hearing caught the whispered words.
Those five simple words and the fact that Batman
stood up, let his cape fall onto the chair, and was
coming towards her, made Diana smile inspite of
herself.
“Insufferable jerk,” she muttered again as she stood
her ground, waiting for him to make the journey this
time.
-----
“I am sorry,” his simple apology meant the world to
her as she knew that he wasn’t used to apologizing
for anything….not at least as Batman.
“Apology expected,” Diana held her chin high, but
let herself be drawn down from the lighted surface.
“Maybe we should start again,” he gave the barest of
smile, one that was neither the bone chilling one
that Batman gave, nor the flippant one that Bruce
Wayne threw at each and any person of the fairer
sex. That smile was pure Bruce and it was just for
her
“How are you feeling?” he asked softly, his hands
moving up from her fingers, along to the
indestructible bracelets to her upper arms as he
reduced the distance between them.
“Tired,” she leaned towards him, their breaths
intermingling, her lavender and sandalwood scent
driving him wild, his masculine odor having a
similar affect on her.
“Lets see what can we do about it,” he smiled a
genuine smile this time as he walked her towards the
cave steps which led to the mansion upstairs.
-----
“What is this?” Diana looked around the room they
had just entered into.
“A massage table,” Bruce answered evenly, his eyes
glinting at Diana’s *well-duh* look.
“I know that it is a massage table,” she arched a
perfectly shaped eyebrow at him. “But what are we
doing here? Do you want me to give you a massage?”
Catching the teasing tone of her voice, Bruce let
comment pass.
“No Princess,” he drew her to the smooth table. “I
am the one who will be giving you the massage.”
“Oh,” she tried to look surprised, which in truth
she was. She hadn’t expected this when she came to
meet him. She had just come to see him and maybe try
and get him to conduct a conversation about anything
that wasn’t leave related…..but a massage…..oooh!!
“Diana?” his question drew her out of her rapidly
*dirtying* thoughts.
“That will be a good idea,” she smiled and took off
her armor and boots and lay down inside the closet
in the room. Getting on the table, she lay down on
her stomach and opened her bodice.
------
“Oh, Hera,” Diana flinched as she hands touched her.
The muscles of her right shoulder were still cramped
from the rapidly fading after affects of poison.
“Do you WANT me to stop?” Bruce whispered as his
deep blue eyes visually caressed the vast expanse of
skin, hued as a testament of her Mediterranean
origins. She seemed to have a perennial that any
woman would pay hundreds of dollars….if not kill to
have. Letting his fingers knead along her upper
back, he felt the underlying muscles…..like velvet
on steel. *Champion of the Gods* That was who she
was.
“Ummm…No,” Diana let out a light moan as she rested
her head on her crossed arms, and tilted it to look
at him *work* her. “How do you do that?”
“What?” He smirked as he looked away from her
piercing gaze, his eyes automatically moving to the
lower half of her costume….his nostrils flaring as a
new scent reached them….the spicy scent of her
arousal. He tightened in his pants, swallowing
deeply to wet his suddenly dry mouth. He wished to
bend down and taste her nectar.
“This,” she flipped her hand, gesturing to his
massaging skill. “Its so relaxing. Where did you
learn it? I don’t think it would work on any of the
criminals you face. Well maybe with the exception of
your feline friend.”
Although, she had wanted to sound unconcerned, he
perceptively detected the underlying emotions in it.
He knew about his feelings towards him and about the
competition, she perceived she had for Selina Kyle
aka. Catwoman.
“Secrets of the trade,” she uneasily chuckled at his
standard deflective answer. “And to answer your
second question….No, I don’t. Not with anyone else.”
“Good,” she smiled sweetly, her voice growing husky
from the massage and from her arousal.
“This helping to relax?” Bruce bent slightly towards
her and drew closer, his hands moving down and to
the sides.
“Yesss,” Diana hissed, breathing sharply as his hot
breath hit exposed neck.
“Really,” he whispered close to her ear, his fingers
tips grazing her mashed breasts. “Doesn’t look as if
you are relaxed.”
“Bruce?” her voice was soft yet hesitant with a
growing want. The last few months had been hell for
her. The whole Cadmus deal including the attack on
the watchtower had the ensuing recovery had kept her
busy. At the same time, she had had to shoulder a
new responsibility as an ambassador of Themiscyra.
Although she welcomed and loved that her strained
relations with her mother was improving, she wasn’t
too enthusiastic about the *diplomatic* consequences
of those improvements.
Then in addition to all that….as if she needed
anything, was the man standing over her.
*A tug of war* that is what their relation had been
till date, with each trying to pull the other to
their side.
They had been in a stalemate….until today.
-----
Diana had always had an attraction towards the
seemingly cold, aloof, distant Dark Avenger, even
during her initial outing in man’s world.
As time passed, she came to know more about him and
slowly but surely that curious attraction grew and
developed into something more….something that she
had never felt or experienced in all her time on
Themiscyra.
The love for a MAN.
It had both excited and scared her. Excited because
she had never had such feelings and she relished
them….wanted to experience more of them. Scared
because she was an Amazon….*from an island of
immortal female warriors* her brow furrowed as she
recalled his words. Amazons weren’t supposed to
mingle with men, let alone love one of them.
And she did both.
-----
“Diana,” his deep voice crashed through her inner
musings. “Where are you princess? And I am supposed
to be the workaholic here,” he hunched down next to
her and tucked away the errant curls of raven
colored hair falling across her face.
“Nowhere,” she smiled dreamily, subconsciously
leaning into his gentle caress. “Did you say
something?”
“I just wanted to know, if you wanted *the works*?”
his voice carried a mischief that in her present
aroused emotional and physical state, unnerved her.
“The works?” her brows furrowed in confusion. “What
works?”
“The *complete* works...the Bruce Wayne special,” he
winked and trailed the back of his fingers along her
exposed back. “My secret massage…..just for you.”
“What’s secret about it?” she shot back in familiar
and time practiced flirtation. She and Bruce had
been trading flirtatious banter just as frequently
as they sparred with each other…maybe even more from
her side.
“If I tell you, it wouldn’t be a secret….will it?”
his hands left her body and she had to bite down on
her lower lip to stifle moaning out in need. “So, do
you want it?”
‘Hera, give me strength,’ she prayed silently before
answering.
“Go ahead….Do it.”
------
‘HERA,’ her eyes widened in surprise as jumping into
action, Bruce pulled off the top half of his
costume, revealing his perfectly chiseled body, the
various scars proclaiming him as a fighter….a
warrior….a worthy opponent……or an equally worthy
partner. ‘What have I got myself into?’
“BRUCE,” she cried out as he yanked her star
spangled panties down her hips. “Bruce, I could have
removed them.”
“I know,” he gave a knowing nod and spread out a
towel over her exposed waist, and gently pulled the
fabric off completely, leaving her practically naked
on the smooth surface. “You asked for the special.
This is part of the deal.”
“You taking off my clothes is part of the deal?” she
exclaimed. “I don’t have anything on underneath.”
“I know,” his darkened eyes both excited and
unnerved her. “That is also a part of the deal.”
“Bruce,” Diana called as she tried to sound angry,
her voice coming out in a husky whisper.
“You ARE covered.” Batman gestured towards the plain
white hand towel draped over her. The tiny towel was
not even large enough to cover her properly, the
air-conditioned cool air, tingled her wet folds and
automatically caused her to clench her glutes. “I
didn’t know that living in man’s world had turned
you into such a prude. You are supposed to be above
such things.”
“I am,” Diana neglected his attempt at riling her
up, well anymore than she already was and lifted a
finger to point towards the closet. “There must be
larger towels in that closet,” she inquired, hoping
that he would follow her instructions, but knowing
that he wouldn’t. Not today….not now.
“Uhn-huhn,” Batman have a small shake of his head to
negate her suggestion. “Everthing is fine the way it
is.”
Bending close to her ear, he practically growled. “I
like what I see….would like to see again….” He spoke
with a tone just loud enough for the both of them to
hear. “…and again…and again.”
‘HERA’
------
“Perfect.”
‘Perfect,’ Diana arched her. ‘What did he mean by
that?’ she mused. ‘Perfect what? My position? His
hands? The oil? My legs…..MY LEGS,’ she screamed
mentally as Bruce trailed light fingers over her
calf and thigh muscles as he came around the table,
bottle of scented oil firmly grasped in his other
hand.
“Perfect,” Bruce throaty growl sounded again.
Gulping down to wet his parched throat, he squirted
a liberal amount of oil, between her shoulder
blades. Using his thumbs and first two fingers, he
evenly spread it out all over her back; he reached
up to knead her neck and shoulder muscles.
“Diana….Breathe,” he instructed softly, drawing her
attention to the way she had been holding her breath
ever since the first drops of the oil had touched
her body. “You have got to relax….it works both
ways.”
“I AM breathing.” Diana replied, trying to ignore
the affect his hands were having, not only on her
back but also on her front. The repeated back and
forth movements on the table were rubbing her
prodigious breasts along the woven fabric of her
crimson colored bodice, which was still *trapped*
underneath her. This movement was not in any way
helping the ache developing in her sensitive
nipples.
“You seem so wound up?” she sensed the unseen smile
in his voice. Lowering his face right next to hers,
he whispered, “So tense….so very tight.”
“BRUCE,” this time her squeak was louder.
“You back muscles,” he stated calmly as if his
comment had been completely innocent. “I have been
doing this for almost half an hour. Still haven’t
been able to get all the kinks out princess. You
need to get a massage daily.”
“Hmmm,” Diana mused as if considering that thought.
“And pray tell WHO is going to GIVE it to me….YOU?”
Catching the double entendre of her question, Bruce
answered almost inaudibly. “If it were possible, I
could do it for the rest of my life.”
------
“Uhn-Bruce….” Diana groaned as Bruce applied a
little extra pressure than before. “Bruce.”
‘Not that way Diana,’ he silently gritted his teeth,
his pants tightening even further. ‘Please don’t
call me that way…..please.’
Finishing his lengthwise motions, he came to the
front of the table, his torso and waist directly in
front of her head. Centering himself, he placed both
hands firmly on either her shoulders and began
pushing down the length on her back, applying
slightly extra pressure with the heel of his palm,
turning them slightly inwards to run his fingers
along her spine.
“How are you feeling now,” his voice withdrew her
from the relaxed lust induced haze clouding her
mind.
“Like I am in….” she raised her head to answer his
question, only to come face to face with the
sizeable bulge in his costume. “….paradise.”
“Good,” he noticed the hitch in her voice
accompanied by the sudden spike in her arousal, the
towel covering practically nothing and allowing him
complete access to her heady pheromones. “Because
that is what you deserve…where you belong.”
‘I like what I see,’ Diana fixed her eyes at his
ever-increasing erection, biting down on her already
swollen lower lip. ‘Now only if I can feel it too…WOAH’
She exclaimed to herself. ‘Where did that come
from?’
------
“Say something?” Bruce questioned at the odd sound
escaped from her lips. Leaning forward, he kneaded
at the crest of her hips, just above her
*regrettably* covered rump.
“No…uhn,” Diana moaned. ‘OH!!,’ a realization dawned
on her. ‘I am so aroused right now…I am going to…..’
“Bruce STOP,” she commanded.
“Why?” he leaned in even closer, his muscled chest
rubbing against her well oiled back, his deep voice
rumbling through their connection. “Don’t you like
it?”
“Yess….” She hissed as she tried to hold onto to her
last bit of control. ‘I am liking is it so much that
I am going to climax if you don’t stop.’
“Stop….please,” she pleaded, her tongue peeking out
to wet her lips, which wanted nothing more than to
reach forward and kiss his *presence* bulging before
her.
“Not now princess,” his voice, which was a growl by
now, had more Batman in it than Bruce Wayne. “You
asked for the special...and you are going to get it.
You know that the Batman doesn’t leave things half
way through.”
“Bruce….” Diana started to reach forward to circle
her arms around his waist, only to have him move
away from her.
“No,” she huffed at her loss.
------
Stepping around and to her waist, Bruce gently
placed a hand along her inner thigh, causing her to
buck involuntarily at his touch. Moving his hand as
he continued walking he applied the oil to her right
leg, before following the opposite route for her
left one. ‘Interesting’
From his vantage point, he could see the lower tufts
of her soft and by now soaked curls. The crude
phrase *Carpet matches the curtains* came to his
mind at the midnight-black color of her pubic
triangle. The glistening *dew* like drops of her
essence only adding to the *starry* effect.
“You know, you ARE perfection,” this time his words
conveyed his meaning clearly. “Truly a goddess,” he
continued as he moved up from her calf to the upper
part of her leg, where he increased the length of
his strokes, running from her knee right upto the
bottom of her enticing derriere.
With each stroke, he pushed the towel more and more
up, until finally it had bunched up at her waist and
he was kneading both rounds of her ass.
“Bruce,” Diana moaned as she grasped and pulled
roughly at her hair. “Please…don’t.”
“Don’t what PRINCESS,” he stressed the last word as
he let his fingers slide into her inner thighs, his
body heat being radiated to her swollen nether lips.
“I-I can’t,” she shook her head as if trying to
prove him and her own rebelling body wrong.
“Yes you can,” Bruce urged in a gentle, yet
demanding tone. “Let it go Diana. Let it all go.”
“I….I can’t,” Diana practically bucked as if trying
to reach his ever evading fingers.
“Let go Diana,” the command in this voice was clear
this time. “Let it go….let it go for….for me.”
“I-I….I….BRUUUUCCCCCCE.” Diana’s scream was
accompanied by an ear-splitting peal of thunder. It
was as if the heaven were opening up to announce the
Amazonian princess’s orgasm. “BRUCE,” she yelled out
a second time, her body convulsing almost
uncontrollably.
She would have rolled over and fallen off the table,
had it not been for the large arms holding her down
as their owner whispered sweet nothings into her
ears.
-------
“Bruce,” she cried softly as she turned her face
towards him, tears spouting from her clear blue
eyes. “Bru…uce.”
“Ssshh,” Bruce shushed her as he wiped the tears
from her cheeks and the table surface using the
towel, which until a few seconds ago had been
*covering* her. “Relax. Everything’s all right.”
“I-Uhn…” Diana tried to gather herself, her position
not helping matters one bit. “Why?” she finally
asked.
“Turn around Diana,” he instructed as he disregarded
her question. “Turn over.”
“No,” Wonder Woman shook her head. The rest of her
body, which was no longer under her control turned
over on its own volition, rubbing itself along his
arms, while their eyes did not leave each other’s.
“Perfection,” Bruce repeated his chant adding one
extra word the second time. “My perfection.”
If she understood it or not, Diana didn’t give any
verbal answer, but her right arm rose to cup his
slightly stubbled jaw, her eyes glistening with
fresh unshed tears.
Straightening her along her back, Bruce left her
side and turned around to grab his *trusty* oil
bottle.
“Stop?” he questioned with a glint in his eyes, even
as he daubed the oil in his hands.
“No,” Diana shook her head as an languid smile
played on her ruby red lips. “The special,” she
sighed.
“As you wish,” he nodded and reached for her neck.
-------
Starting the same way as he had started along her
back, Bruce kneaded the oil into her lower neck and
shoulders. The only difference this time was that
Diana was facing him, her head resting on the rolled
up towel he had shoved under it. Her cerulean eyes
were glazed over and half closed, lost in the
sensations Bruce was providing her. She was
completely lost and under his control now and
instead of troubling, that thought seemed to calm
her.
She trusted him.
She trusted him in battle with her life and now she
was trusting him with her body, heart and soul.
-----
“Uhn,” Diana moaned as her body arched off the table
at Bruce’s first touch around her raw sensitive
nipples.
“Easy Diana,” Bruce gently pushed her back down.
“Bruce,” Diana moaned again, albeit a little slowly
as her body followed his verbal and sensory
commands.
Cupping one hand around each bosom, Bruce squeezed
them gently, slowly moving his thumbs along the
lower curve to finally come around, rub and knead
the erect pink nubs, enjoying their stiff silk
texture under his rough skin.
Moving his hands along their roundness, he let their
backs meet in her heavenly chest valley, coating
them with a thin layer of massaging oil.
Having done that, he set about *exercising* the two
love dumplings, taking care to touch, press and
squeeze every single inch of delectable skin.
When Diana raised her hands, he thought that she
might swat him away, but she surprised him by
covering his hands with her own and guiding him to
where and how she wanted him to pleasure her.
“No,” he shook his head and gently returned her
hands to her sides. “You aren’t supposed to do
anything. This is my work…,” ‘and my privilege’ he
added silently.
“Bruce,” was the only *clear* word coming out of her
mouth, the rest was just garbled mumbles, moans and
whimpers. Outside the mansion, the thunder and
lightening had given way to a steady rain shower
that was pelting against the metal and stone
construct.
Deciding to take things up another level, Bruce
somewhat reluctantly left the *more than a handful*
rounds, barely controlling himself from lowering his
face to nuzzle between them….capture their rose buds
in his mouth.
-------
Coming down to her midsection, he marveled the way
her taut belly curved slightly, right down to her
triangular patch of soft raven colored hair, their
honey sweetness enticing him and drawing him even
closer.
Her body was like a siren, into which his Odysseus
wanted to lose himself into and reach salvation
through her soul.
Being somewhat of an atheist himself, Bruce never
thought that he would think in such a way or be so
poetic about it. ‘Well that shows how much she has
affected you,’ he smirked at himself. ‘You are
thinking of Greek mythology.’
Kneading her sides, he moved down to her waist and
hips, his hands separating to move away from each
other and travel down along her toned thighs.
Standing at almost six feet in height Diana stood
almost shoulder to shoulder with him, a fact that
never seemed to come into consideration for either
of them….he even appreciated it…just as the rest of
her.
Reaching down to her ankles, Bruce started his
upward travel, slowly moving his hands from the
other muscles to the inner ones as he came near the
junction of her legs.
“Diana,” he stilled his hands, his thumbs a hair
breath’s away from her sopping folds. “Again.”
“Hmmm,” Diana hummed contently, the true
implications of his words talking a few seconds to
sink in.
“Again?” she questioned in confusion.
“Again,” he repeated as he let his thumbs straighten
up and gentle nudge each swollen lip apart. “Again.”
“Bruce,” her moan and involuntary jerk gave him all
the answers he needed.
-----
“Diana,” he whispered breathlessly, waiting for her
to open her tightly clenched eyes and look up at
him.
“Yesss,” she was giving small jerks to touch his
outstretched digits.
“I want to touch you….taste you,” he requested
earnestly. “Can I…”
“YESSSS,” her hiss cum him off midway. “Please,” she
flailed her hand to draw him closer.
The next moment, Diana found herself being lifted,
her naked body instantly cradling in Bruce’s arms as
she nuzzled her face into the small of his neck, her
tongue sliding out to lick at the light sheen of
sweat formed there.
“Ssssss,” Bruce hissed as he pushed down the urge to
throw her down and take her right there on the
wooden floor. The only reason he stopped was to
provide her a soft bed to lie on as they made love
for the first time.
Reaching his room, he turned the knob and kicked the
door open, kicking it close on the rebound back.
“Are ya sure?” he somehow managed to question one
last time as he laid her out on the soft white
sheets.
“Yess,” Diana reached up to pull him to her. “NOW.”
----
Within seconds, Bruce had stripped off the remainder
of his clothing and lowered himself in between her
slightly parted knees, which he gently nudged even
farther, providing him complete access to her.
“Bruce, Wha….” Was all Diana could manage before her
words dissolved into yet another series of moans, as
Bruce plunged down to her folds to give a *kiss*
like none other.
“Uhnn….” Diana bit on her lower lip, a deep,
surprise and utterly contented moan escaping from in
between her clenched lips. Licking along her length,
Batman reached her clit, which he instantly took
into his mouth and began to suckle at it, gently
nipping at the engorged flesh. With his index and
middle fingers, he parted her folds and eased them
into her waiting love channel.
“Yesssss….deeper,” Diana moaned as she thrust onto
his probing mouth and hand.
“Hmmm,” his guttural growl rumbled through her, as
he paid homage at the most sacred of all *personal*
altars. “So Perfect….so sweet…just perfect.”
“Bruce….please,” Diana shook her head and bit along
the back of her index finger. “Now.”
“Now?” he lifted his head to look at her, his lips
and the area around his mouth glistening with her
juices. Snaking his tongue out, he licked around his
lips, smacking them at the tangy taste filling his
mouth.
“Now,” she repeated in frustration. “I want you
NOW,” she practically yelled out the last word.
“Oh, that now,” giving a lop sided grin, Bruce
raised himself to grip and gently lift her hips, as
he positioned himself in front of her.
----
Diana’s hands grasped at the sheets as she moaned
loudly as his shaft entered and filled her to the
hilt.
“YES,” she cried out verbally as well mentally,
answering his growl with a cry of her own.
Their desire for each other was reaching its peak as
Bruce began moving inside her, rapidly gaining both
speed and stroke length. The only sounds in the room
apart from their grunts, moans and whimpers were
that of skin slapping against skin.
Reaching forward he twirled a nipple between his
fingers, pinching it gently to push her even
further.
----
Feeling her orgasm draw closer, Diana tightened her
grip on the sheets, bracing herself for the
rollercoaster ride she was about to embark
on….again.
A few seconds later, her body tightened as a taut
bow only to explode into a million pieces as an
orgasm, even stronger and more intense than the
first one wracked through her, her whole body
contracting and tightening around her gushing center
as she came all over and around her lover.
The scent and visual of her release and the
clenching of inner muscles around his erection was
enough to push Bruce over the edge as gave one last
deep thrust and stilled inside her as white ribbons
of his release started spurting inside her.
-----
Coming down from his own high, Bruce gently pulled
out his still semi-hard erection from inside her,
smirking wearily at her protesting moan.
Lying down on his side, he nuzzled into the satiated
*Grecian Goddess *, a smile of content adding to the
glow on her face. He positioned himself so that she
wouldn’t need to move excessively from her current
satiated state, enjoying the feeling the way their
bodies fit against and alongside each others.
Moving her hand along his sweat slicked chest hair,
Diana curled her fingers around his circumference,
marveling as to how had he *actually* managed to
*fit* inside her.
Raising her to his face, she gave a slightly sad but
mischievous pout.
“Do you….” She started to inquire about his release,
but stopped at the wet feeling inside her.
“You…this…” she gave a testing squeeze to his
erection. “That was…how can it be…?”
“Ssssh,” Bruce silenced her as he captured her lips
with his.
“How long will…when can we do it again?” Diana
finally managed to word a proper question.
“There is a recovery time….but with you,” he looked
down as how his body was reacting to her *caress*.
“I guess soon…”
“You jest,” Diana gave a gentle tug, giggling the
way it caused the usually unflappable Batman to turn
to putty within her hands.
“Want to give it a try?” an arched eyebrow
challenged her.
“Yes,” her voice was commanding yet wanting. “I will
have to test to confirm that claim of yours,” she
sated in mock accusation.
“And how do you plan on doing that?” Bruce moved his
hand to cover a breast, effectively capturing her
still erect nipple in the space between his second
and third finger.
“I have a series of tests of my own,” she wiggled
slightly to rub against his warm rough skin. “You
will have to go through them.”
“All of them,” Bruce asked with a chuckle.
“All of them,” Diana repeated with a cheeky grin.
“I can hardly wait.”
FIN
Note: A major part of this
story was taken from another *oneshot* of mine that
I had done for the Marvel (X-Men) couple of my
choice – Storm and Wolverine. That deals with a
missing scene from the now discontinued X-treme
X-Men series.
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