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( sitting there on the bed, he doesn't let his gaze stray from her, not even when a low rumbling of thunder rolls through the sky above them. the rain picks up some — pats a little harder against the window, and bruce just sits there. looking to her. watching the way a fleeting flash of lightning illuminates her face — the curve of her shoulder within the darkness of the room. )

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And for you?

[ He watches her; she watches him right back. Thunder rumbling now outside, always chasing the flashes of Zeus's lightning as they crack through the clouds. The rain coming a little harder now. ]

You don't wish to be comforted, or appeased. What do you wish, Bruce?

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( for vengeance. it's there. on the tip of his tongue and yet. he holds himself back from saying it because... )

I don't know.

( it's said softly, much as the way he drops his gaze down, jaw tight. )

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No?

[ She doesn't think he's lying; she doesn't think that's quite the truth. Stepping forward, she comes to sit on the edge of the bed at his side, looking over at him. ]

Well. It is the middle of the night. I suppose at the very least you might wish for more sleep.

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( she comes there to his side — sits on the bed with him and bruce just slowly lets himself look over to her as she does. quiet. the rain and rumbles of thunder every now and then being the only thing filling the silence between them what with the television no longer being the white noise in the background.

after a moment, eyes fall shut and he hangs his head some, though not with the intention of falling back asleep. he's exhausted. but from the nightmares that still plague him. even here, in this place so far from gotham. blindly, he lets himself lean in — forehead pressing so gently to hers and just... sighs. )

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[ His forehead nudges, warm, against hers, and she feels that same rush of emotion in her stomach, her chest, as she had before when he called her princess. Her eyes close, his breath warm against her cheek, her lips, as the rush fades away, replaced by a dull familiar ache.

If she could enter his dreams, protect him there from the shadows that attack when he's most vulnerable, she would. But all she can do is be here, now, her forehead warm against his, her breath slow.

She doesn't know if he's looking at her. The thought of opening her eyes to see those blue ones looking back at her from only inches away isn't one she wishes to dissect. ]

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( for a long moment, it's just the patter of rain and their slow breaths that can be heard within the darkness of the motel room. he doesn't entirely know why he feels the need to be close like this to her. there's just... a sort of pull almost. as if deep beneath the surface of his skin — beneath his very core that has him here with her like this.

after another rumble of thunder within the clouds, he parts his lips, forehead still pressed to hers. eyes still shut. )

You should go back to sleep. You have to go find Cupid in the morning.

( yet even as he speaks, his words are soft. lingering, almost. )

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[ Her lips part into a smile as she laughs, soundless, just a puff of warm breath escaping in her amusement. Her eyes open, just a little, heavy-lidded in the dark. ]

Eros.

God of love and desire. Not Man's World's watered-down Cupid that they stick on cards and in movies.

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( as if feeling her gaze just barely there on him, his own blue eyes open and he stares to her for a moment before they're falling shut again — before he noses at her. soft. slow. much like his words. )

So he doesn't have fluffy little wings?

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No.

[ Still amused, still warm. Still not moving, even as he shifts, his nose brushing against hers. Even as her breath catches, quiet. ]

And no arrows, either. Typically, he'd be depicted holding keys.

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( still he lingers close. still his words are soft. as if meant for only them to hear within the darkness of a room occasionally lit by a brief flash of lightning across the sky. )

Why keys?

[avatarfortruth]

Keys to the heart.

[ A dangerous proposition, at the very best of times. ]

Obvious, I know. Subtlety is not a trait very often associated with the gods.

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( he figured as much. so, instead he softly asks. )

What about with you?

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[ She smiles again, shaking her head against his. ]

I've been told it isn't a trait often associated with me, either.

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So keys for Cupid and golden lassos for you.

( he damn well knows he's being a jerk. )

[avatarfortruth]

Mm.

[ He's enjoying this, teasing her. She has no qualms about throwing logs on the fire. ]

It isn't bats, I grant you.

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( that elicits a huff of soft amusement from him and he presses his forehead against hers a little more at that. )

I actually have a few of those. Back in Gotham.

( living in the underground subway station he's made for his batcave beneath wayne tower. )

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Well. I only have the one lasso.

[ Outside, lightning cracks, throwing the angles of his face into sharp relief. He's so close, dark lashes smudged against his cheeks. The dull ache in her chest, in her stomach, sharpening a little with each shift of his forehead against hers.

Her voice quieting. A whisper in the dark. ]

Bruce.

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( the way his name sounds on her lips...

before his nerve can get the better of him. before he falls into the usual insanity of overthinking every. little. thing. that comes to mind, with a nudge of his nose, eyes still shut, he kisses her. soft. kisses her in a way where it lingers there on both their lips, fingers twisting in the sheets over his thigh before he lets himself ever-so-gently deepen that kiss a little. )

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[ Is it enough?

A last embrace on the battlefield. A dream of Themyscira. Another of revenge. The decision she'd made and lived with ever since.

Lived with. Maybe... regretted.

A small sound tugs from her throat, as her eyes fall closed and her lips part, soft, against his. ]

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( maybe all this talk about cupid— eros has drawn something out of this moment that neither of them are able to resist. it's been awhile since bruce has felt anything like this — selina having been the more recent one with the way she kissed him there above gotham city against a sunsetting sky. a moment that still lingers on his lips, yet is gently washed away by the softness of diana's against his.

a hand grips at her waist — the sound of thunder drowning out the noise spilling from his lips and he deepens the kiss some. lets himself. shuts off some part of his brain and just lets himself feel rather than think as he pulls her in close. unwilling to part his lips from hers. )

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[ One kiss is all they'd ever managed before. A few across the years, stolen here or there. But never this: never a quiet room, a bed, his hand warm at her waist; a second kiss to follow the first.

Lightning illuminates the room, him here with her, and she lifts a hand to curve it at the angle of his jaw, gently threads the tips of her fingers up into his hair. Leans forward, meeting his kiss with a deeper one of her own, that dull ache, that longing so tight inside her chest it's difficult to breathe. ]

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( lightning flashes, thunder makes the sky tremble, and bruce shifts with a sort of ease as he does when moving within the shadows. a twist, hand at her side still, he maneuvers them on the bed almost blindly, guiding her down to it as he follows in suit from above, lips never straying from hers nor taking a moment to stop. rather, they brush over hers in ways that grow deeper — needier. strands of hair falling in front of his face from above her as he kisses her with little to no hesitance. )

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[ Her arm goes around him, firm, pulling him close even as he follows her down, kisses her into the blankets still muddled from the few hours of sleep they'd managed earlier. His body, lean and strong, presses along her side, over her, as the intensity of his kisses ratchets up.

A small sound escapes her as her lips meet his, again and again, drowning her in scent, in taste, in sensation. None of this anything she's allowed herself to want, or even to think about. But now, having it in her hands, she's desperate for more. Running her fingers up into his hair, brushing it back only for those strands to fall forward again, tickling her cheeks. ]

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( maybe this is a bad idea. maybe this just... shouldn't happen. they're here on a mission — they have a meta looking to rewrite history that needs to be found and dealt with. distractions will only cause delays and they don't know how much time they have here or with any of this search they've thrown themselves into. and yet, that's just it. they don't know how much time they have here... how much time they have at all with this. being here. so, why not? why. not.

pulling back for only a couple seconds, fingers pinch his shirt between his shoulder blades and he pulls it off in one swift movement, scars and fading bruises gently hidden within the darkness of the room for the most part. his lips find hers again — no second thoughts made, and he runs a hand down over her chest. to her stomach. between her legs where fingers dip down low and brush along her through the material of her pants. curious. needing to know she feels it like he does. burning there. like it has been practically from the start. )