Showgirl // BYOA

[whipitback]

Well, Bayonetta was never one to shy away from fun, even if it technically was work. Thrust onstage into a rather risque outfit, Bayonetta found herself in the lead of a group of dancers. Dancing to a rather upbeat version of 'Fly Me To The Moon', Bayonetta danced across the stage, feeling all the eyes on her as her tall, lithe body moved about.

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Sup sup

[beyondthecowl]

Before Bruce could ask himself just what did he think he was doing, the star of the show walked in. Well, no turning back now. This wasn't really too different from what he normally did, was it?

"Something like that," he admitted, giving her an appreciative once-over. She looked sensually stunning on the stage, but up close--well, the view was much better in such close proximity.

He could use some terrible pick-up line here; he had plenty of them and they varied from cheesy to just plain awful, yet it didn't stop most socialites from hopping into bed with him. However, he got the feeling that Bayonetta wasn't the kind of lady to be impressed by pick-up lines. Best to just be upfront about why he was here.

"Are you? Well, so am I. You're quite intriguing, you know that? You've piqued my curiosity . . . " He gave her his best sultry playboy gaze. He knew he was probably treading on thin ice now, but he'd try to take whatever reaction she gave him in stride. After all, he was the one who came in her dressing room completely uninvited, so if she gave him a negative reaction, he deserved it.

Hey bb~

[whipitback]

Bayonetta grinned; being who she was, of course she remembered Bruce. However, it seemed his memory was being played with by the hotel. Shame, but there was always the thrill of a reunion to look forward to. Licking at her candy, a smile still played across her lips. She moved to the luxurious couch, sliding into a seat gracefully and crossing her long legs.

"If I may ask, what about me intrigues you most?" She tilts her head in curiosity, her hands resting on her thigh as she watches him. She wonders how long it will take, for him to drop his restraint and touch her. It didn't take very long the last time they met.

[beyondthecowl]

Oh, he remembered Bayonetta, all right. How could he forget? She saw right through him the first time. On his end, though, there were silly pretenses to be kept, or so he thought. She wasn't the only woman that he did his ridiculous dancing around his identity with--he did it with Wonder Woman for ages, although she didn't buy it--then again, he might want to think twice about doing it with women who could easily severely injure or kill him. Besides, if they wanted to expose him, they'd have done it a long time ago.

His eyes dropped to her long legs and he momentarily forgot what he was going to say next. The odds were high that it wouldn't take him very long this time around to drop the act as well.

"I . . . um . . . I can only pick one thing about you?" Damn, she already had him tongue-tied? Anyway, he liked the whole package, so picking just one aspect of Bayonetta that he liked most would prove to be a bit challenging.

[whipitback]

Oh, it was almost cute. Grinning, Bayonetta hooked her fingers in the straps of her top and kept her eyes locked on him. "Would it help if I stripped down, Bruce? I notice you're not wearing your cowl, this time. I approve." She pulled the straps down slowly, more and more of her full breasts slowly being revealed, lollipop stick hanging out the corner of her mouth. She didn't need a reason to get turned on, but she was more than happy to have it.

[beyondthecowl]

Bruce had to admit, a small part of him loved how straightforward she was with him. He started to protest, to say he had no idea what she was talking about, but the words didn't make it past his lips. There was a fine line between acting and lying, and he knew she wouldn't be too pleased if he lied to her.

That, coupled with the fact that beautiful women were his Achilles' heel, and whatever thoughts he had of denial were long forgotten. He couldn't keep his eyes off her bountiful bosom, and somehow, he knew that she knew this as well as he did.

"Good to know I have your approval." His voice had turned all deep and smooth, an indicator that he was done pretending. He closed the short distance between them and pulled Bayonetta to him, leaning in for a kiss.

It crossed his mind briefly that she wasn't bound this time, so certainly this encounter would be more fun than the last. He liked bondage (he might as well since he was tied up more often than not) but it, like any kink, had its time and place.

[whipitback]

Much better. Lollipop was pulled from her lips and tossed away, landing almost too perfectly in the closest trash bin as his lips met hers. Her arms wrapped around him, pulling her body into his as she kissed back. It was nice and deep right off the bat, and Bayonetta knew that they would probably be in this dressing room for a while.

Her hips easily found his, the witch thoroughly enjoying herself as she moaned softly in the kiss, one hand tangling in his hair.

[OOC: Sorry for the wait! Busted my ankle. @_@]

D: Are you okay? /soothes

[beyondthecowl]

Aww. What a waste of perfectly good candy. Oh well. He found he rather liked the sweet taste that the lollipop left behind. His hands squeezed her shoulders for a moment, before trailing down to gently cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples in slow little circles.

Unable to resist, Bruce found himself grinding his hips against Bayonetta's, and all too soon his Armani slacks were feeling quite snug in a certain region.

I'm getting better slowly~

[whipitback]

Oh, he was getting a bit naughty, wasn't he? So much the better for Bayonetta, pressing her chest into those hands eagerly. And while the candy may indeed have been wasted, her tongue was busier with more noble pursuits. Notably, rubbing against his own tongue, battling for dominance in the kiss. Her hips grind and rub against his, feeling that erection and wanting to tease it as much as possible.

D: well at least you're getting better. /sends blankets & ice packs

[beyondthecowl]

Indeed, he was getting a bit naughty. It was obvious that Bayonetta brought out the more carnal side of Bruce--something that not too many women could do.

He sucked lightly on her tongue, moaning into the kiss. For a moment, he let his fingers trail over a portion of Bayonetta's hair, and silently hoped it was okay for him to touch it; he knew how some ladies didn't like to have their hair touched at all. Whatever she used--if anything at all--it had to be exceptionally good, as her hair felt like pure silk.

He broke the kiss to catch his breath, his skin flushed from desire.

"Bayonetta," he sighed. For someone as bad with names as he was, it was remarkable that he'd remembered hers.

Yay~

[whipitback]

He could touch whatever he liked, as far as Bayonetta was concerned. After all, those hands of his had taken her to rather nice places, the last time they met. And then he broke the kiss, her dark eyes opening halfway behind her glasses. She smirked faintly at his flushed, breathless look. "Yes, Bruce?" She wasn't near as breathless as him, but her voice held equal desire as she rested her forehead against his. By this time, he had pushed her bikini top down her shoulders, exposing her full chest.

:] Also apparently I fail at spelling tonight :/

[beyondthecowl]

"You have any idea what you do to me?" He returned her smirk with one of his own. Truthfully he usually didn't go for women with glasses. First time for everything, he supposed. Besides, Bayonetta could make practically anything look flattering.

He lightly pinched a nipple between his fingers, careful not to squeeze too hard. He kept his eyes on her face for a few minutes, gauging her reaction, before turning his head to bite playfully at her neck. He wrapped his free arm around her back, pulling her against his chest.

We all have our moments! No worries~

[whipitback]

Few women could wear a pair of glasses like Bayonetta - sophisticated and oh-so-sexy. Then again, Bayonetta herself was practically sex personified, so that helped. Her nipple pinched, Bayonetta shuddered as her breath hitched, head tilting back. As he moved his teeth to her neck, pulling her body close, Bayonetta grinned, moaning at his tight grasp. "Well, I must say, I'm getting a pretty good idea..." She just keeps pressing, keeps grinding, intending to do what she could until he came totally undone. A Bruce that was coaxed into being let loose was quite the lovely Bruce to have around, as she learned.

true~

[beyondthecowl]

Bruce simply hummed against her neck, since talking was out of the question for the time being.

A moment later, he let go of Bayonetta. His suit and shirt needed to go, and they needed to go now. He shrugged out of the suit jacket, but got rather impatient with the buttons on the shirt, so he just ripped it down the middle, somehow yanking his tie loose in the process.

He stroked his chin in thought for a moment. He could do this standing up, but getting comfortable usually made for a better go of things, at least from his experience. He reaches out and slides his hands into Bayonetta's, gently leading her over to the couch.

[whipitback]

The ripping of his shirt is almost enough to make the witch laugh, though she manages to keep it as just a simple curl to her lips. A brow raised in amusement, Bayonetta happily allowing herself to be led over to the couch by Bruce. Once he sits down, she slides easily into his lap, hands at his shoulders. "So, what do you intend to do with me now?" Oh, the answers he could give to that question.

This is what happens when I pass out all weekend, sorry. I don't get a lot of sleep Mon-Fri :/

[beyondthecowl]

A smirk tugged at Bruce's lips, his hands settling almost too easily on Bayonetta's waist.

"I was thinking that you and I could perhaps get re-acquainted with each other . . . " His voice had turned a bit throatier than the one he normally used. His vocal range certainly made up for his usually impassive facial expressions. Although, while in Bayonetta's company, it was difficult for him to keep up the stoic facade, probably because she was all of what he liked in a woman: brains, beauty, wit, and a great body.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his face between her breasts, nuzzling her skin there for a moment, before taking a nipple between his lips, gently sucking.

[whipitback]

Sighing, Bayonetta tilted her head back, threading a hand in his dark hair. His mouth was so skilled, his arms so strong around her waist. Pink nipple is nice and firm in his mouth, pert and attentive as it awaited whatever teasing he was about to put it through. Bayonetta herself was already quite attentive, heat and need coalescing and making her want to melt in his hands. However, she stays pleasantly solid, soft, and hot as her hips pressed into his.