Only In Vegas (Catwoman/Batman; PG-13/T; #152: Consciousness)
Title: Only In Vegas
Universe: General
Genre: Romance/Drama/Humor
Rating: PG-13/T
Characters/Pairings: Catwoman/Batman
Word Count: 500
Warnings: None
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC comics, not the author.
She stirs slowly to consciousness, feeling her cats licking the back of her neck as they do to wake her every time she sleeps on her stomach. She lingers still, yearning, with all her heart, to not have to relinquish her wonderful dreams. She loves Bruce Wayne and Batman, both sides of the same man, with all her heart, but it is only in her dreams where they can be happy, only therein where the law doesn't keep separating them.
She lingers as long as she can, the morning sunlight flushing her bare skin as she holds to her memories of the dream until she feels something is not quite right. Her head lifts, her piercing emerald eyes immediately at the alert.
She is surrounded by cats, but none of them are her usuals. She frowns as she takes in her surroundings. This isn't her bed, or her room. She rolls over, her hands groping for her clothes and weapons.
What she finds, instead, is another hand. Her wild eyes snap to it; she recognizes it immediately, even before the fingers entwine with hers. "Bruce?" she asks, puzzled. He smiles up at her, and then she takes another look at their hands. "Last night," she whispers in a mixture of surprise, shock, and awe, "wasn't a dream . . . "
Gold winks up at her as happiness again floods her soul. Her smile is so bright that he doesn't have the heart to begin the speech he's been laying there preparing. "These cats," he offers instead, "found a way in." It's lame, but right now, his heart is pounding too loudly for even his genius brain to be able to think clearly.
Her smile turns to a grin. "They always do. You'll find, living with me, darrrling, that my cats always find me."
"They're strays."
"So? We're certainly not throwing them away. That may be how you handle innocents, but it's not the way -- "
"There's going to have to be a lot of changes." There already has been a lot of changes, but how was he supposed to know the love of his life was waiting in a minibar, drinking a catnip martini? Or that the atmosphere, the catnip, being so close to her again in this city of wild chances and dreams . . .
Oh, Hell, he couldn't even fool himself! He'd wanted to do what he'd done last night ever since he'd first met Selina Kyle. Her beauty took his breath away every time he saw her. Her sense of vengeance both awed and frightened him. She haunted his every dream, and it was to only her that he could ever give his heart.
"I'll meet you half way," she purrs, cradling his lap with her long, slender legs, "if you'll meet me."
His last thought before he allows himself to once more be swept up in their passionate love is he's going to have a time explaining this to Alfred! The old man was right: He never should have come to Los Vegas without backup!
The End
Universe: General
Genre: Romance/Drama/Humor
Rating: PG-13/T
Characters/Pairings: Catwoman/Batman
Word Count: 500
Warnings: None
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC comics, not the author.
She stirs slowly to consciousness, feeling her cats licking the back of her neck as they do to wake her every time she sleeps on her stomach. She lingers still, yearning, with all her heart, to not have to relinquish her wonderful dreams. She loves Bruce Wayne and Batman, both sides of the same man, with all her heart, but it is only in her dreams where they can be happy, only therein where the law doesn't keep separating them.
She lingers as long as she can, the morning sunlight flushing her bare skin as she holds to her memories of the dream until she feels something is not quite right. Her head lifts, her piercing emerald eyes immediately at the alert.
She is surrounded by cats, but none of them are her usuals. She frowns as she takes in her surroundings. This isn't her bed, or her room. She rolls over, her hands groping for her clothes and weapons.
What she finds, instead, is another hand. Her wild eyes snap to it; she recognizes it immediately, even before the fingers entwine with hers. "Bruce?" she asks, puzzled. He smiles up at her, and then she takes another look at their hands. "Last night," she whispers in a mixture of surprise, shock, and awe, "wasn't a dream . . . "
Gold winks up at her as happiness again floods her soul. Her smile is so bright that he doesn't have the heart to begin the speech he's been laying there preparing. "These cats," he offers instead, "found a way in." It's lame, but right now, his heart is pounding too loudly for even his genius brain to be able to think clearly.
Her smile turns to a grin. "They always do. You'll find, living with me, darrrling, that my cats always find me."
"They're strays."
"So? We're certainly not throwing them away. That may be how you handle innocents, but it's not the way -- "
"There's going to have to be a lot of changes." There already has been a lot of changes, but how was he supposed to know the love of his life was waiting in a minibar, drinking a catnip martini? Or that the atmosphere, the catnip, being so close to her again in this city of wild chances and dreams . . .
Oh, Hell, he couldn't even fool himself! He'd wanted to do what he'd done last night ever since he'd first met Selina Kyle. Her beauty took his breath away every time he saw her. Her sense of vengeance both awed and frightened him. She haunted his every dream, and it was to only her that he could ever give his heart.
"I'll meet you half way," she purrs, cradling his lap with her long, slender legs, "if you'll meet me."
His last thought before he allows himself to once more be swept up in their passionate love is he's going to have a time explaining this to Alfred! The old man was right: He never should have come to Los Vegas without backup!
The End