Firsts, part 2
Title: Firsts, part 2
Pairing: Catwoman/Batman
Summary: Takes place shortly before The Long Halloween begins. First time Bruce Wayne has encountered Selina Kyle.
Rating: R
Word Count: 765
Disclaimer: Bruce Wayne and everyone else belong to DC Comics.
Part 1
Bruce Wayne
I watch her leave and I wish I was going with her.
I can't remember the last time a woman made me feel this way. I'm not sure one ever has.
Having her stand across from me, I couldn't think of anything except her. Her green eyes. Red lips. That raven hair. And those curves.
She was almost too beautiful to behold and yet...she was completely...real. Not at all like those others here.
Selina Kyle.
Why had I never heard of her until now? She actually made me wish I didn't have to go out tonight. That's...never happened.
I stay in the empty gallery looking at the painting we both admired together. Her perfume still lingers, keeping me company. I close my eyes and it's like she's still standing next to me.
“Excuse me,” I hear and I spin around to face her.
No one has ever surprised me. Even when my mind was...elsewhere.
“I didn't mean to interupt you,” she adds, her full lips in a small grin, “but I forgot my bag.”
I watch her glide over to the bench by the Monet and retrieve her small purse.
“I told you we would see each other again.” She winks at me and turns away towards the entrance.
Again, I watch her leave and, again, I wish I was going with her.
“Wait.” I'm surprised to hear my voice and am angry with myself for not having planned on what to say next.
“Yes?” she asks, looking at me with a curious expression.
I'm not sure I like the effect she has on me. I take a deep breathe trying to calm my racing mind. I've rarely been at a loss. Actually, I've never been at a loss and I'm not going to start now...even...even if she is looking at me with complete and absolute attentiveness...walking towards me so slowly, so dangerously...
She stops only inches away from me.
“Wait? For what?” she asks smiling, like she knows she was complete control over me. “Bruce...” she purrs and I want her to say my name again. Over and over, again.
“Selina, I...”
She smiles, knowing what I want to say, but can't. Knowing what I want to do, but won't.
“Another time, perhaps,” she says, a smile still on her lips, but it's no longer genuine. She turns to leave, but this time I don't say anything.
Before I can even think of what I'm doing, my body acts without permission. I reach forward and grab her wrist. She turns around and in her eyes I see the disdain and disapproval of what I'm doing. Perhaps I misread her cues.
I release her hand and once I do, her eyes soften and she laughs. She walks towards me and doesn't stop. Instinctively my hands move to her waist and I pull her in closer.
It is the most intense and penetrating kiss I have ever known. I contemplate breaking it because I don't want her to know me, not the real me. But again, my body betrays me and I hold on to her like it's the one and only time I'll be able to do so.
Her lips never leave mine and I never want them to.
I'm not sure what I'm doing, what I'm getting myself into, but I don't allow myself a single thought. I simply let my desire for her take over and I enjoy every moment of it.
Her legs are wrapped tightly around me and I love the way she feels...soft and supple in my hands. When she says my name, it's barely a whisper, but it's more than enough.
Then, I feel completely relaxed... Like I haven't in years. The only thing I regret is that we're on a small bench instead of a comfortable bed.
I want her to go home with me, but I only watch as she straightens the skirt of her dress. I tell her she looks even more beautiful with her hair down and the way she laughs at me, I can tell she's completely relaxed as well.
When I offer to take her home, she tells me she has a ride. When I casually ask when I can see her again, she informs me she'll be attending the Wesley-Covington wedding.
I kiss her as she says goodbye and I want her again, but she ends the kiss abruptly and I briefly hate the Covingtons for existing.
“I'll see you next week,”she tells me and I know I'll sleep even less until after that damn wedding.
to be continued...
Pairing: Catwoman/Batman
Summary: Takes place shortly before The Long Halloween begins. First time Bruce Wayne has encountered Selina Kyle.
Rating: R
Word Count: 765
Disclaimer: Bruce Wayne and everyone else belong to DC Comics.
Part 1
Bruce Wayne
I watch her leave and I wish I was going with her.
I can't remember the last time a woman made me feel this way. I'm not sure one ever has.
Having her stand across from me, I couldn't think of anything except her. Her green eyes. Red lips. That raven hair. And those curves.
She was almost too beautiful to behold and yet...she was completely...real. Not at all like those others here.
Selina Kyle.
Why had I never heard of her until now? She actually made me wish I didn't have to go out tonight. That's...never happened.
I stay in the empty gallery looking at the painting we both admired together. Her perfume still lingers, keeping me company. I close my eyes and it's like she's still standing next to me.
“Excuse me,” I hear and I spin around to face her.
No one has ever surprised me. Even when my mind was...elsewhere.
“I didn't mean to interupt you,” she adds, her full lips in a small grin, “but I forgot my bag.”
I watch her glide over to the bench by the Monet and retrieve her small purse.
“I told you we would see each other again.” She winks at me and turns away towards the entrance.
Again, I watch her leave and, again, I wish I was going with her.
“Wait.” I'm surprised to hear my voice and am angry with myself for not having planned on what to say next.
“Yes?” she asks, looking at me with a curious expression.
I'm not sure I like the effect she has on me. I take a deep breathe trying to calm my racing mind. I've rarely been at a loss. Actually, I've never been at a loss and I'm not going to start now...even...even if she is looking at me with complete and absolute attentiveness...walking towards me so slowly, so dangerously...
She stops only inches away from me.
“Wait? For what?” she asks smiling, like she knows she was complete control over me. “Bruce...” she purrs and I want her to say my name again. Over and over, again.
“Selina, I...”
She smiles, knowing what I want to say, but can't. Knowing what I want to do, but won't.
“Another time, perhaps,” she says, a smile still on her lips, but it's no longer genuine. She turns to leave, but this time I don't say anything.
Before I can even think of what I'm doing, my body acts without permission. I reach forward and grab her wrist. She turns around and in her eyes I see the disdain and disapproval of what I'm doing. Perhaps I misread her cues.
I release her hand and once I do, her eyes soften and she laughs. She walks towards me and doesn't stop. Instinctively my hands move to her waist and I pull her in closer.
It is the most intense and penetrating kiss I have ever known. I contemplate breaking it because I don't want her to know me, not the real me. But again, my body betrays me and I hold on to her like it's the one and only time I'll be able to do so.
Her lips never leave mine and I never want them to.
I'm not sure what I'm doing, what I'm getting myself into, but I don't allow myself a single thought. I simply let my desire for her take over and I enjoy every moment of it.
Her legs are wrapped tightly around me and I love the way she feels...soft and supple in my hands. When she says my name, it's barely a whisper, but it's more than enough.
Then, I feel completely relaxed... Like I haven't in years. The only thing I regret is that we're on a small bench instead of a comfortable bed.
I want her to go home with me, but I only watch as she straightens the skirt of her dress. I tell her she looks even more beautiful with her hair down and the way she laughs at me, I can tell she's completely relaxed as well.
When I offer to take her home, she tells me she has a ride. When I casually ask when I can see her again, she informs me she'll be attending the Wesley-Covington wedding.
I kiss her as she says goodbye and I want her again, but she ends the kiss abruptly and I briefly hate the Covingtons for existing.
“I'll see you next week,”she tells me and I know I'll sleep even less until after that damn wedding.
to be continued...