#084 - Unzipped (DCU, Bruce/Selina, NC-17)
Title: Unzipped
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Bruce/Selina
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 494
Warnings: Public sex.
Challenge: #084 Zipper
They don’t have long. They never have long, but Selina’s grown used to that. Hell, Selina enjoys that, making every second count, knowing he could be called away any moment. Every time their lips meet, there’s a countdown ticking over their heads, and it’s another level to the fun, rushed hands and hurried kisses.
“I don’t know if I’ve told you this lately,” Selina purrs, fingers raking over the Kevlar that covers his chest, “but your costume is ridiculous.”
Bruce laughs, soft and low, and makes absolutely no effort to help her as she stubbornly tugs at his belt. The bastard.
The Batsuit is designed well to withstand Gotham’s most temperamental moodswings, her most violent criminals, but is definitely not designed for quickies in back alleys. It doesn’t matter how practiced Selina is at finding the hidden catches and openings, it always takes longer than she has patience for.
The countdown’s still ticking, after all.
“Maybe you need a new look,” she suggests playfully, giving up on Bruce’s costume and stepping back. Her fingers toy with the zipper on her own costume, pushed high up against her throat. “Something more practical.”
Even in the dim light, she can see his pupils dilate as she slowly pulls her zipper all the way down.
“Selina,” he murmurs, a quiet warning, but there’s too much amusement in his voice to be sincere. Sure, they both know from experience that an alley in Gotham is never as empty as you’d think. But Selina doesn’t care who sees how hot he is for her, doesn’t care who sees the way his eyes drag down her bared chest.
She steps back into Bruce’s space, and he hauls her close with huge hands at her hips, kisses her hard enough that she’ll still be feeling it at sunrise. His hand slips into the tight space between them, and she squirms until there’s enough space for his fingers to slide beneath the leather of her catsuit. Pushing down between her legs, and she moans against his mouth as his fingers press inside her, open her so perfectly.
The material of his gauntlets makes his fingers even thicker, and he fucks her fast and deep. Pressing the knuckle of his thumb against her clit, working her expertly, and she comes with a groan, her lips pressed to his cheek.
Overhead, the Bat-signal lights up the sky.
“That’s too bad,” Selina teases, shivering a little with aftershocks of pleasure as Bruce’s hand slides from her costume. “Maybe if your costume had easier access…”
That gets her another laugh. “I’ll consider a neck-to-groin zip,” he deadpans, and there’s the slightest hint of a flush creeping out from under the cowl.
It’s almost cruel, leaving him to go fight crime when she knows how turned-on he is. She’ll have to track him down later, finish what they started, begin a new countdown until the next time they’re disturbed.
If anything, the waiting just makes it better.
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Bruce/Selina
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 494
Warnings: Public sex.
Challenge: #084 Zipper
They don’t have long. They never have long, but Selina’s grown used to that. Hell, Selina enjoys that, making every second count, knowing he could be called away any moment. Every time their lips meet, there’s a countdown ticking over their heads, and it’s another level to the fun, rushed hands and hurried kisses.
“I don’t know if I’ve told you this lately,” Selina purrs, fingers raking over the Kevlar that covers his chest, “but your costume is ridiculous.”
Bruce laughs, soft and low, and makes absolutely no effort to help her as she stubbornly tugs at his belt. The bastard.
The Batsuit is designed well to withstand Gotham’s most temperamental moodswings, her most violent criminals, but is definitely not designed for quickies in back alleys. It doesn’t matter how practiced Selina is at finding the hidden catches and openings, it always takes longer than she has patience for.
The countdown’s still ticking, after all.
“Maybe you need a new look,” she suggests playfully, giving up on Bruce’s costume and stepping back. Her fingers toy with the zipper on her own costume, pushed high up against her throat. “Something more practical.”
Even in the dim light, she can see his pupils dilate as she slowly pulls her zipper all the way down.
“Selina,” he murmurs, a quiet warning, but there’s too much amusement in his voice to be sincere. Sure, they both know from experience that an alley in Gotham is never as empty as you’d think. But Selina doesn’t care who sees how hot he is for her, doesn’t care who sees the way his eyes drag down her bared chest.
She steps back into Bruce’s space, and he hauls her close with huge hands at her hips, kisses her hard enough that she’ll still be feeling it at sunrise. His hand slips into the tight space between them, and she squirms until there’s enough space for his fingers to slide beneath the leather of her catsuit. Pushing down between her legs, and she moans against his mouth as his fingers press inside her, open her so perfectly.
The material of his gauntlets makes his fingers even thicker, and he fucks her fast and deep. Pressing the knuckle of his thumb against her clit, working her expertly, and she comes with a groan, her lips pressed to his cheek.
Overhead, the Bat-signal lights up the sky.
“That’s too bad,” Selina teases, shivering a little with aftershocks of pleasure as Bruce’s hand slides from her costume. “Maybe if your costume had easier access…”
That gets her another laugh. “I’ll consider a neck-to-groin zip,” he deadpans, and there’s the slightest hint of a flush creeping out from under the cowl.
It’s almost cruel, leaving him to go fight crime when she knows how turned-on he is. She’ll have to track him down later, finish what they started, begin a new countdown until the next time they’re disturbed.
If anything, the waiting just makes it better.