Little Women/Batman Fic: Dark Scribe Begins, Interlude 1 (Jo/Bat!Laurie)
This weekend, I had originally planned to put up the final chapter of A Night to Remember and let poor Laurie (after waiting approximately 3,283 weeks) consummate his marriage with Jo at last. Unfortunately, it seems as though most of the Little Women fandom is on vacation right now and since it would break my heart to finish my first LW series and have very few people read, I'm shelving ANTR for a few more weeks. Hopefully, everyone will be back in September and it'll be up then!
But in the meantime, I wanted to put up a snippet of the Dark Scribe Begins series. I actually wrote this as a lead-in to a NC-17 rated one-shot for my friend Potix that featured more bondage than you can shake Bat!Laurie's stick at. Unfortunately, that one-shot never really came together... but I liked the beginning enough to post as-is. Think of this as a hint of how Jo's future with Bat!Laurie will proceed. ;)
Title: Dark Scribe Begins, Interlude 1
Fandom: Little Women & Batman Begins/Dark Knight
Series: Dark Scribe Begins
Characters/Pairings: Jo/Bat!Laurie
Rating: R for Sexually Explicit Talk
Summary: It would all begin with a message hastily sent through her kitchen window on an otherwise unremarkable morning. But after a certain gentleman of a darker persuasion moves back into her city, Jo March's life gets all the more dangerous from there...
Note: This is a Little Women/Batman Begins crossover, with all the madness that entails. Jo March takes the place of Rachel Dawes, with Theodore "Laurie" Laurence standing in for Bruce Wayne. This is so AU, I almost don't even need to mention it.
***
"The next time we meet," Jo began almost tenderly, "I want you to do me hard."
She could almost feel a blush beginning to color her face as soon as the words first slithered out from beneath her usually spinsterish lips, feeling as they were nearly enough to singe her as they fell from her once-prim mouth. If anyone had asked her even a week ago if she thought she'd soon find herself on the roof of her workplace, using language of the filthiest sort of communicate with a vigilante who often looked as though he wanted to snap her in half just to demonstrate her ardor, she would have thought him or her mad enough to be treated by Jonathan Crane.
But unfortunately, circumstances changed and people had to change with them. And every since the Batman had swooped quite literally into her life, she had had to learn to accommodate... no matter how strange the circumstances around him became.
Which was why she was now looking up at him through the fringe of her lashes, undoing her evening coat so she could reveal the ridiculously risque dress even Amy had stared at when she'd donned it, trying to look less as though she were passing information onto public enemy number one than to look as though she were meeting with a very, very eccentric man for a tawdry rendezvous when she thought no one was looking.
As the Dark Knight himself had pointed out, one never knew who could be watching. And the more they thought Jo easily neutralized through blackmail later, the better off they both were.
So Jo smiled again, lifted her eyebrows up at him, and murmured words that would have made her Marmee disown her if she saw what her darling daughter now doing.
"Please," she forced herself to beg, her lips flattening against the word's stressed syllables. "Please, darling, I need to tonight. I need it like I need you now."
A flicker in the darkness and Jo fought back a shiver as she thought she caught a smile.
Sometimes she had to wonder if the Batman got a little too much enjoyment out of what she did for him just then.
"How hard?" he murmured, and his voice was smooth. "And how long will you give me, and how much will you be receiving, and how far will you go with me now?"
Bastard.
He really was enjoying this too much now.
But instead of taking her shoe and throwing it at his infuriating and oh-so-mysterious skull, Jo raised her face up to his as though she were pleading with him. "Anything you want me. Anything you need! All you need to do is ask and..."
She tried to look flushed more with passion than shame, although anyone watching might think it a close call.
"Any part of me as well," she said, huskily, and tried not to think that she saw too much pleasure in the the dark figure who now wore the night to hide as easily as he usually wore his cowl.
But then, if he was mad enough to dress in form-fitting leather and fight the mob night after night without the help of a single bullet, he might be mad enough to be enjoying this now.
Instead of answering her, however, he contented himself with bringing her forward with his index finger and then gestured for her to turn around with the merest flick of his thumb. Careful to keep her eyes down-- his insistence on his privacy had long been one of his sticking points-- Jo came toward him and then turned around to gaze at the entrance to the roof on the Daily Sun she had just come from. She made sure to make her movements serene and just a little on the edge of a tremble, as though she were so tense and willing for him, she might well snap like a twig just now.
Not that that was the case, of course. Jo was sure she had much too much control over herself to ever, ever, ever want for something so dangerous and so, so, so clearly terrible for her now.
Which was why she didn't even shudder as she felt the man she knew only behind a mask place his hands on her hips and bury his face in her unbound curls. After all, he was surely only doing it to lower visibility on his face as well, since by now Jo knew that he proved superb at using the environment around him toward his own strange goals.
And if one of his hands were on his hips and the other was curving just below her small, trembling breasts...
Well, that was just getting into the act. She could blame him for a great many other things but not this... and not now.
"How much do you want me?" he whispered, and Jo fought back the sudden shiver that stretched all the way from the top of her spine to the edges of her thighs, knowing it meant nothing at all.
Though really, letting his fingers ghost down her stomach to the tops of those same thighs was a bit too much. From his attempts at dress-up, Jo knew that this Batman liked to get into character but this was going a little far.
And if her hand fell on top of his not to arrest it to but press it to her inner thighs and let him feel the way the silky skin there trembled...
Well, it wasn't as though she wanted to risk her life on a shoddy acting job.
"I want you," Jo murmured, and then, even as she led his fingers up against the very soft, soft edges of her most intimate parts, whispered: "to take down Maroni once and for all."
He chuckled and without his mask in the way, she could feel his breath fall quick on her, his lips soft as they touched the nape of her neck as he worked his way across.
"You know, I've always enjoyed women who know what they want."
"Then you must love me," Jo murmured dryly, although she kept her face dreamy and lost as she led his fingers against her covered skin, not letting his bare fingertips quite touch her cleft but hovering just above it now. "And thankfully, I think we might have some information tonight to let us both have what we want."
"Indeed?" he whispered, and his laugh hit the side of her throat and trailed down her treacherous spine as she felt his lips move against her. "Though I suppose it's lovely that you don't lack for confidence either. When shall our rendezvous be then, lovely?"
Jo smiled, a little less dreamily and a little more sharply, feeling herself come alive at the thought of what would happen soon enough.
"The usual time," she whispered, and then crooked her own wicked smile up at him, though her eyes were still shut. "Don't forget to bring the blindfolds."
"Never," the Batman promised, his voice amused even through the ridiculous rasp he habitually used. "Neither that nor the handcuffs either."
Which was her cue to wriggle away, her hips pressed deliciously against his for an instant before she pushed off, and then give him once last sweet smile over her shoulder. After all, Jo had always wanted to be an actress when she was younger and now, she had learned enough to put one hell of a performance on.
"Don't keep me waiting," she murmured in her finale and, after sauntering away back to the relative safety of the roof's entrance, blew a kiss at the half-hidden man who might as well be a lover for any watching them currently.
***
Author's Note: As always, reviews are much loved by me! Also, dearest Poti, I promise that I'll finish your sexy, sexy one-shot by next weekend. Jo and Laurie are already at the piano... Jo just needs some inspiration to start climbing on top it and start writhing. ;)
But in the meantime, I wanted to put up a snippet of the Dark Scribe Begins series. I actually wrote this as a lead-in to a NC-17 rated one-shot for my friend Potix that featured more bondage than you can shake Bat!Laurie's stick at. Unfortunately, that one-shot never really came together... but I liked the beginning enough to post as-is. Think of this as a hint of how Jo's future with Bat!Laurie will proceed. ;)
Title: Dark Scribe Begins, Interlude 1
Fandom: Little Women & Batman Begins/Dark Knight
Series: Dark Scribe Begins
Characters/Pairings: Jo/Bat!Laurie
Rating: R for Sexually Explicit Talk
Summary: It would all begin with a message hastily sent through her kitchen window on an otherwise unremarkable morning. But after a certain gentleman of a darker persuasion moves back into her city, Jo March's life gets all the more dangerous from there...
Note: This is a Little Women/Batman Begins crossover, with all the madness that entails. Jo March takes the place of Rachel Dawes, with Theodore "Laurie" Laurence standing in for Bruce Wayne. This is so AU, I almost don't even need to mention it.
***
"The next time we meet," Jo began almost tenderly, "I want you to do me hard."
She could almost feel a blush beginning to color her face as soon as the words first slithered out from beneath her usually spinsterish lips, feeling as they were nearly enough to singe her as they fell from her once-prim mouth. If anyone had asked her even a week ago if she thought she'd soon find herself on the roof of her workplace, using language of the filthiest sort of communicate with a vigilante who often looked as though he wanted to snap her in half just to demonstrate her ardor, she would have thought him or her mad enough to be treated by Jonathan Crane.
But unfortunately, circumstances changed and people had to change with them. And every since the Batman had swooped quite literally into her life, she had had to learn to accommodate... no matter how strange the circumstances around him became.
Which was why she was now looking up at him through the fringe of her lashes, undoing her evening coat so she could reveal the ridiculously risque dress even Amy had stared at when she'd donned it, trying to look less as though she were passing information onto public enemy number one than to look as though she were meeting with a very, very eccentric man for a tawdry rendezvous when she thought no one was looking.
As the Dark Knight himself had pointed out, one never knew who could be watching. And the more they thought Jo easily neutralized through blackmail later, the better off they both were.
So Jo smiled again, lifted her eyebrows up at him, and murmured words that would have made her Marmee disown her if she saw what her darling daughter now doing.
"Please," she forced herself to beg, her lips flattening against the word's stressed syllables. "Please, darling, I need to tonight. I need it like I need you now."
A flicker in the darkness and Jo fought back a shiver as she thought she caught a smile.
Sometimes she had to wonder if the Batman got a little too much enjoyment out of what she did for him just then.
"How hard?" he murmured, and his voice was smooth. "And how long will you give me, and how much will you be receiving, and how far will you go with me now?"
Bastard.
He really was enjoying this too much now.
But instead of taking her shoe and throwing it at his infuriating and oh-so-mysterious skull, Jo raised her face up to his as though she were pleading with him. "Anything you want me. Anything you need! All you need to do is ask and..."
She tried to look flushed more with passion than shame, although anyone watching might think it a close call.
"Any part of me as well," she said, huskily, and tried not to think that she saw too much pleasure in the the dark figure who now wore the night to hide as easily as he usually wore his cowl.
But then, if he was mad enough to dress in form-fitting leather and fight the mob night after night without the help of a single bullet, he might be mad enough to be enjoying this now.
Instead of answering her, however, he contented himself with bringing her forward with his index finger and then gestured for her to turn around with the merest flick of his thumb. Careful to keep her eyes down-- his insistence on his privacy had long been one of his sticking points-- Jo came toward him and then turned around to gaze at the entrance to the roof on the Daily Sun she had just come from. She made sure to make her movements serene and just a little on the edge of a tremble, as though she were so tense and willing for him, she might well snap like a twig just now.
Not that that was the case, of course. Jo was sure she had much too much control over herself to ever, ever, ever want for something so dangerous and so, so, so clearly terrible for her now.
Which was why she didn't even shudder as she felt the man she knew only behind a mask place his hands on her hips and bury his face in her unbound curls. After all, he was surely only doing it to lower visibility on his face as well, since by now Jo knew that he proved superb at using the environment around him toward his own strange goals.
And if one of his hands were on his hips and the other was curving just below her small, trembling breasts...
Well, that was just getting into the act. She could blame him for a great many other things but not this... and not now.
"How much do you want me?" he whispered, and Jo fought back the sudden shiver that stretched all the way from the top of her spine to the edges of her thighs, knowing it meant nothing at all.
Though really, letting his fingers ghost down her stomach to the tops of those same thighs was a bit too much. From his attempts at dress-up, Jo knew that this Batman liked to get into character but this was going a little far.
And if her hand fell on top of his not to arrest it to but press it to her inner thighs and let him feel the way the silky skin there trembled...
Well, it wasn't as though she wanted to risk her life on a shoddy acting job.
"I want you," Jo murmured, and then, even as she led his fingers up against the very soft, soft edges of her most intimate parts, whispered: "to take down Maroni once and for all."
He chuckled and without his mask in the way, she could feel his breath fall quick on her, his lips soft as they touched the nape of her neck as he worked his way across.
"You know, I've always enjoyed women who know what they want."
"Then you must love me," Jo murmured dryly, although she kept her face dreamy and lost as she led his fingers against her covered skin, not letting his bare fingertips quite touch her cleft but hovering just above it now. "And thankfully, I think we might have some information tonight to let us both have what we want."
"Indeed?" he whispered, and his laugh hit the side of her throat and trailed down her treacherous spine as she felt his lips move against her. "Though I suppose it's lovely that you don't lack for confidence either. When shall our rendezvous be then, lovely?"
Jo smiled, a little less dreamily and a little more sharply, feeling herself come alive at the thought of what would happen soon enough.
"The usual time," she whispered, and then crooked her own wicked smile up at him, though her eyes were still shut. "Don't forget to bring the blindfolds."
"Never," the Batman promised, his voice amused even through the ridiculous rasp he habitually used. "Neither that nor the handcuffs either."
Which was her cue to wriggle away, her hips pressed deliciously against his for an instant before she pushed off, and then give him once last sweet smile over her shoulder. After all, Jo had always wanted to be an actress when she was younger and now, she had learned enough to put one hell of a performance on.
"Don't keep me waiting," she murmured in her finale and, after sauntering away back to the relative safety of the roof's entrance, blew a kiss at the half-hidden man who might as well be a lover for any watching them currently.
***
Author's Note: As always, reviews are much loved by me! Also, dearest Poti, I promise that I'll finish your sexy, sexy one-shot by next weekend. Jo and Laurie are already at the piano... Jo just needs some inspiration to start climbing on top it and start writhing. ;)