Women Calling the Shots Challenge!
Title: Have I Told You Lately
Characters: Catwoman/Batman
Rating: R
Word Count: 711
Disclaimer: DC owns.
AN: For
blackrosebard’s Women Calling the Shots Challenge. Title from Van Morrison’s song.
“You know I can’t stay.” Bruce said, stepping into the hallway leading to her place. Dinner had been nice and he didn’t want to end their night with a fight.
Selina stopped and smiled slowly while leaning her head to the side, “It’s all been taken care of, Bruce. You are not going out tonight.”
He raised an eyebrow, “Taken care of?”
Selina unlocked the door to her apartment and made the gallant motion with her hand to invite him inside.
Bruce narrowed his eyes.
“Oh, c’mon,” she grabbed his hand and pulled him inside, “Why do you always have to make everything so difficult?” she mumbled.
“Selina.” He said, in that condescending voice she detested while his brows furrowed, “I cannot stay the night.”
“I told you it’s taken care of. You want something to drink?”
He followed her into the kitchen and watched her go from cupboard to cupboard.
She realized he was watching her and stopped to look at him, “Take off your coat. Relax. You’re not going anywhere.”
“You cannot keep me from going out.” He challenged, looking out the window where his city called to him.
“Oh, don’t worry, you’ll want to stay,” she teased, her voice low and alluring. She had not finished preparing her drink when she walked out of the kitchen and headed to the bedroom. Bruce followed.
He knew if he simply left, he would have an extremely difficult time before he was allowed back in. So he followed her around her apartment, only the least bit curious as to what she had planned.
Selina had disappeared into her bathroom, but left the door ajar, “Robin and Nightwing will be watching her for you tonight,” she yelled from inside the bathroom, then added in a barely audible voice, “Ted owes me a favor, too.”
Bruce was about to grunt in reply when she walked out and the sound died in his throat.
“Tonight…you’re mine,” she grinned.
He swallowed. She was wearing her old purple costume. The purple costume that drove him crazy with desire for so many years. The purple costume that hugged every curve and accentuated her…assets perfectly. He swallowed again.
“I got to thinking,” she said, leaning against the wall. He felt himself getting hard even as he tried desperately to recall all the many techniques he’d learned over the years to slow his breathing and calm his body and this ever increasing arousal that was taking over. She started walking towards him so very slowly, her hips swaying from side to side with the enticing grace he found himself unable to resist. She stopped only a few inches away, “You’ve never had this pussy before.”
She was right. All those years ago, he had never given into his lust for her.
She pressed the lush swell of her breasts against his chest and smiled; his excitement all too evident against her thigh. Her nail was trailing circles on his chest where the bat symbol would have been. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists. How had he managed to resist her all those times before? Cold showers had never worked when it came to Catwoman and he always had to ease the painful built up with the aid of his hand.
But things were different now.
He opened his eyes to look into hers. Those startling green eyes that always mirrored the want and need he felt, were seducing him all over again. That’s one thing he liked about the new suit, her goggles. The goggles protected him from her and he was able to resist her more easily. But there were no goggles now, only those green gems he loved. He placed one hand on her lower back and let it slide down. The other cupped her breast…those glorious breasts he’d always wanted to touch and kiss and suck. Now they were his. She was his and how could he not want to stay.
“Everything’s taken care of?” he asked, kissing her neck as his last sense of control dwindled fast.
“Mm-hmm,” Selina moaned. Her breath hitched in her throat as his thumb teased her nipple and she heard the growl-like sound he emitted as they fell on her bed.
She knew he wouldn’t resist. He hasn’t been able to yet.
Characters: Catwoman/Batman
Rating: R
Word Count: 711
Disclaimer: DC owns.
AN: For
blackrosebard’s Women Calling the Shots Challenge. Title from Van Morrison’s song.
“You know I can’t stay.” Bruce said, stepping into the hallway leading to her place. Dinner had been nice and he didn’t want to end their night with a fight.
Selina stopped and smiled slowly while leaning her head to the side, “It’s all been taken care of, Bruce. You are not going out tonight.”
He raised an eyebrow, “Taken care of?”
Selina unlocked the door to her apartment and made the gallant motion with her hand to invite him inside.
Bruce narrowed his eyes.
“Oh, c’mon,” she grabbed his hand and pulled him inside, “Why do you always have to make everything so difficult?” she mumbled.
“Selina.” He said, in that condescending voice she detested while his brows furrowed, “I cannot stay the night.”
“I told you it’s taken care of. You want something to drink?”
He followed her into the kitchen and watched her go from cupboard to cupboard.
She realized he was watching her and stopped to look at him, “Take off your coat. Relax. You’re not going anywhere.”
“You cannot keep me from going out.” He challenged, looking out the window where his city called to him.
“Oh, don’t worry, you’ll want to stay,” she teased, her voice low and alluring. She had not finished preparing her drink when she walked out of the kitchen and headed to the bedroom. Bruce followed.
He knew if he simply left, he would have an extremely difficult time before he was allowed back in. So he followed her around her apartment, only the least bit curious as to what she had planned.
Selina had disappeared into her bathroom, but left the door ajar, “Robin and Nightwing will be watching her for you tonight,” she yelled from inside the bathroom, then added in a barely audible voice, “Ted owes me a favor, too.”
Bruce was about to grunt in reply when she walked out and the sound died in his throat.
“Tonight…you’re mine,” she grinned.
He swallowed. She was wearing her old purple costume. The purple costume that drove him crazy with desire for so many years. The purple costume that hugged every curve and accentuated her…assets perfectly. He swallowed again.
“I got to thinking,” she said, leaning against the wall. He felt himself getting hard even as he tried desperately to recall all the many techniques he’d learned over the years to slow his breathing and calm his body and this ever increasing arousal that was taking over. She started walking towards him so very slowly, her hips swaying from side to side with the enticing grace he found himself unable to resist. She stopped only a few inches away, “You’ve never had this pussy before.”
She was right. All those years ago, he had never given into his lust for her.
She pressed the lush swell of her breasts against his chest and smiled; his excitement all too evident against her thigh. Her nail was trailing circles on his chest where the bat symbol would have been. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists. How had he managed to resist her all those times before? Cold showers had never worked when it came to Catwoman and he always had to ease the painful built up with the aid of his hand.
But things were different now.
He opened his eyes to look into hers. Those startling green eyes that always mirrored the want and need he felt, were seducing him all over again. That’s one thing he liked about the new suit, her goggles. The goggles protected him from her and he was able to resist her more easily. But there were no goggles now, only those green gems he loved. He placed one hand on her lower back and let it slide down. The other cupped her breast…those glorious breasts he’d always wanted to touch and kiss and suck. Now they were his. She was his and how could he not want to stay.
“Everything’s taken care of?” he asked, kissing her neck as his last sense of control dwindled fast.
“Mm-hmm,” Selina moaned. Her breath hitched in her throat as his thumb teased her nipple and she heard the growl-like sound he emitted as they fell on her bed.
She knew he wouldn’t resist. He hasn’t been able to yet.