( the sound of the rain and the thunder rolling across the skies are lost on him in this moment here in this dinky little motel room. the world could be on fire and he'd still be lost within this β within her right now. part of him later will think he should feel guilty for that β for wanting a moment for himself that doesn't include batman, or gotham, or seeking acts of vengeance for others. but it doesn't touch him the way she does, lips brushing over hers and down across her jaw.
dark coloured strands of hair fall in front of his face as he ducks his head, burying it within the crook of her neck, hands warm in the way they fondle her breasts. it's difficult to think of anything else, cock hard in her hand, knee pressing almost just as hard into the mattress. lifting his head, lips drag open-mouthed kisses along the curve of her neck, up to her jaw again, and his mouth finds hers as he speaks. )
I want to be inside you. ( a kiss that catches her top lip. )
[ She tips her head back, hair whispering across the pillows as she bares her neck to him, allowing him access to the vulnerable column of her throat. Shivers chase along the path his mouth takes, up over the flicker of her pulse and along her jaw back to her mouth, where he drops those words in his rough whisper. ]
I want you inside me.
[ Wants him sinking into her, wants their limbs entwined and their hearts both racing together. She shifts beneath him, bracing a foot on the mattress, and unwraps her fingers from around his cock to put her arm around the small of his back instead, before pushing up from her hip. Fully intending to roll them over, to put him on his back on the bed, if he'll let her. ]
( her own words of wanting him inside her make him shiver β makes his skin prick with such a desire for her fueled by the ache between both their legs that he doesn't even realize he's being flipped over until it happens and, when it does, a breath escapes him that almost sounds surprised.
there's no complaint to come from him, however. no attempt at pushing her back and slipping her beneath him again. rather, calloused hands smooth their way down her waist and grasp at her hips, pulling her in close against him with an almost growl there on his lips. there's something about a woman capable of pinning him down that just does it for him. eyes watching her, filled with desire, he keeps her there with his hands, not wanting her to be anywhere else but there. )
[ She leans down to kiss him again, her hair spilling around them both in dark glossy waves, the scent of olive oil and white grapes filling the air. Her hands flatten, firm, on his shoulders and chest as she mouths kisses over his cheek, his jaw, his neck. Feeling the beat of his blood flutter against her lips as she sets her mouth over the pulse point in his throat. Tasting the salt on his skin, breathing in his scent before she pushes herself up to straddle him.
His hands are warm and strong on her hips, and he's there beneath her, beautiful in the darkness around them. The storm outside still rumbling as she runs a hand along his stomach, reaches beneath herself, fingers curling around his cock for guidance as she sinks down onto him, taking him deep inside. Filling herself with him completely.]
( the way she sinks down on him β the way she takes him nice and deep... )
Diana.
( her name leaves him in a gasp, fingers digging sharply into slender hips he holds so very tight to. seeing her above him like this β seeing the way his cock disappears inside her as she sinks down onto his lap like she is, even within the darkness of the room, she looks and feels incredible.
his head tips back some, lips parting and thumbs pressing into hipbones. it's jarring how long it's been since he's had sex β since he's been with someone like this and he'd nearly forgotten how intoxicating it can feel. to be buried so deep inside someone β so deep inside diana and have her there above him, taking what she wants and giving him what he needs. maybe what they both need right now. )
[ Her head falls back as she sinks onto him, wet and warm and ready for him, but it's been a long time. Long enough it almost hurts, just before it feels good, before it begins to send waves of pleasure coursing slowly through her whole body.
Her name on his lips β gods, it sounds half prayer and half plea, ignites her desire as much as his fingers pressing into her hips, as the feeling of him hot and hard inside her. She rolls her hips and catches her breath in a moan at the feeling, as he rubs up against places deep inside that make her see stars, that tighten knots of need deep in her belly. ]
Bruce.
[ Her voice low and breathless as she rocks above him, grinding down into his lap. Her fingers curling on his chest and stomach as she chases his pleasure and her own. ]
( hands refrain from pulling her down harder, letting her set the pace and the mood for how she wants this to go β for how she wants him inside her. there's a chance it won't last long β that he'll give into his own pleasure and need to be inside her so much harder and deeper, but. for the moment, he takes pleasure in watching her and burns such a sight to memory without even realizing it. how could he not?
breath on his lips, hands slip away from her waist and smooth along her thighs as she rides him through the storm, her skin so much softer and warmer than his own. he likes it β likes the way she feels on top of him and all around him, unable to take his eyes off her and the way she looks rocking above him like she is.
muscles taut, he lifts himself up from the bed then, hands reaching to cradle her breasts, and kisses her as he sits up with her there in his lap. hot and needy. holding at her back as he keeps her there with him. )
[ Her arms go around him as he pushes himself up, changing the angle he has inside her, his hands cupping her breasts and sending shocks of delight through her. As he tips his face up to kiss her, she lowers hers to meet his lips in a hard kiss, her need bleeding through as she rocks against him.
Her lips curving into a smile against his kiss, her voice a little rougher with desire. ]
More?
[ It's Bruce. When have they ever done anything but push each other harder? Somehow, even in this new world, even with this new Bruce, even in this new situation, one she'd actively avoided in her own, it still holds true. She trusts him to be right there with her, no matter how hard and how far they go, whether it's out there, fighting together, or in here, tangled up in each other. ]
( the word is a heady smile against her lips, calloused fingers digging between shoulder blades, and he's the one to flip them then. so swift and effortlessly, as if a dance he knows how to dance. she's stronger than him, he knows that, and so there's little in the way of worry about taking it too hard with her and yet... there's still that softness in those touches β in the way he looks to her through strands of hair that fall in front of his face, lips chasing hers for a heated kiss he can't seem to get enough of.
with the change in angle and being between her legs like he is, a hand smooths along her side β hikes a leg up around his waist and he moves deeper inside her. harder. groaning against her mouth with head ducking down to the crook of her neck as he rocks into her over and over again, letting himself get lost in how good she feels around him. how good it feels to be inside her like this. )
[ She curls an arm around his neck, fingers threading into his hair, her other hand tight at his hip as she winds herself around him. His skin is warm and flushed, soft under her touch even as his muscles tense and tighten with each rock of his body, pushing deeper, harder, pulling that knot of desire low in her belly tighter with every movement.
Her fingers press divots into his skin and her head pushes back against the pillow, eyes squeezing shut as the fire they're building climbs higher and higher. His breath hot on her neck. His control and hers both slipping right out of their hands. ]
( the more he buries himself inside her β the more she takes him with every needy rock against her, the closer he is to spilling inside her. it's too late now for him to worry how this will all go after β how maybe this isn't something they should be doing when itβ when she feels as good as she does. a moment of not being vengeance, not being batman, despite that being the persona he brought here with him to the 80s.
she holds to him and he lifts himself off her, enough to brace a hand against the wall above them while his other grips tight to her waist. muscles stretch across his back, grow taut through his arms, and stands of hair fall in front of his face as he drives himself into her, watching her as he does.
yet despite the heavy breaths β despite the desperate way he rocks between her legs, that softness still lives there within his eyes as he looks down to her, beads of sweat catching at his temple as he does. )
[ Only the knowledge that the walls here are thinner than she'd like and the storm outside is abating keeps her from crying out as he shifts, holding himself above her, changing the angle inside her. She curves a hand at his neck, gentle despite the need burning through her, his hair damp with sweat against her fingertips, and looks up into his face, his eyes. Those eyes, clear blue and still so soft as he watches her, and she thinks he wouldn't need the lasso to see the truth of how he makes her feel in her own.
She keeps her gaze on him even as her eyes grow heavy and dark, as her breath comes faster. He sinks into her over and over, hard and deep, and she can hardly stand the building heat between them, the electricity, like the storm outside had taken form here in their bodies instead.
Until it's suddenly too much, the floor dropping out beneath her as waves of pleasure crash through her body. She arches into it, shaking with the force of her peak, coming apart around him. Trying to keep her touch from bruising him as her hand grips his hip, the back of his neck. ]
( if this were the dorm he's taken on for himself back in excelsior, she could be as loud as she wants. they both could. but given how unexpected this was β how spontaneous and possibly reckless this might be considered in the grand scheme of things, it's pants of desire there on their lips and strangled sounds of ecstasy they have.
her touch becomes desperate, a groan on his lips as fingers press down hard into his muscles. to think she could crush him with her touch alone... he'd be lying if he said it wasn't a bit of a turn on, and it only drives him harder into her as she races to her climax. when she gets there, he chases after her β buries his face into the crook of her neck, hands now holding tight to her as he envelops her completely, as they become one desperate mess of limbs moving there against the bed.
finally, unable to edge himself any further than he already has, he lifts himself just enough from her to catch a glimpse of her, hair in front of his face like always, and he buries himself inside her one last time, filling her as he does. gasp on his lips, head hanging between shoulders, there's a slow rock or two between her legs there before he's easing himself down agajnst her. panting. spent. exhausted. )
[ They're both catching their breath, skin sweat-slicked, as he sinks down against her, as she welcomes him with arms that go around him far more gently than before. She's reluctant to let him go, wants to feel him lying here with her, to feel his heart beating against her own chest.
She lifts one hand to brush his hair out of his face, a small and contented smile curving her lips. Impetuous as that was, confusing as this all might be, she can't regret it. And this part, this moment, at least, is very simple. Just them, here, indulging in each other. Needing each other, wanting each other. This closeness, this satisfaction.
She brushes her lips against his temple, tasting the salt of his skin, and sighs, slow and sated. ]
( he doesn't have it in him to decipher what this means β what the possible ramifications of this act might be for the both of them. they went back in time to chase after a meta, not to end up in bed together like this and yet... he can't say he regrets it. not with her. he needed this and maybe she did, too. just a feeling he gets, but. one he doesn't wish to dive into β to pry out of her, especially concerning the version of him that she knows which... another thing for him to quietly overthink later. when she's off chasing eros and he's left with his thoughts.
for the moment, he simply relaxes against her, lets himself sink into the softness of her touch, her breath, her very presence that surrounds him despite being on top of her. a lazy sound from his lips, he turns his head, eyes shut, letting his cheek press to her shoulder. he should move. get himself off and out of her, but. in a second. he just wants to... be in this a little longer. )
[ She reaches up to run her fingers gently through his sweat-damp hair, smiling at the sound he makes. No surprise that he sounds tired. He's looked exhausted since the first moment she found him in Excelsior. ]
Perhaps you'll sleep a little better, now.
[ Gently teasing him as she turns her head to rest her cheek against his hair. Enjoying his nearness, his loose body draped over hers, as she listens to the rain falling outside.
None of this anything she'd expected, or meant to have happen, but she deals in truth and the truth is she's pleased that it did. Happy that it did, if she's being fully honest. ]
( words light, soft, as if the faint smile he wears on his lips can almost be felt.
after a moment, he shifts β slips himself out of her and rolls over onto his back there beside her, breath one filled with exhaustion as his head presses back against the pillow and blue eyes fall shut as he lays there. spent. his body quietly slows the vibrations felt throughout from his orgasm, but it leaves him content and satisfied in a way he hasn't felt in a long time. the sound of rain outside gentle in the way it pats against the window now. as if the storm itself is content now as well. )
[ Her own smile is audible in her voice, warm and soft, as she lets him go so he can roll to her side and relax there. She focuses on slowing her breath, on reining in her galloping heart.
She allows her shoulder to rest against his, her knuckles brushing lightly against the back of his hand. A few small touches, because even after being so wound up together she's reluctant to pull away from him completely. ]
Would you like me to wake you when I leave in the morning, or let you sleep?
[ She hums in acknowledgement, lacing their fingers together. ]
Rest while you can.
[ They'll all need to be at their best when they find Chaos Gate. Rested, ready. Bruce can push himself to the ragged edge if needed, but it shouldn't be necessary for their mission here. Not yet.
Her thumb runs gently over his knuckle as she lets her tired eyes close, thinking over her visit in the morning. The three hours to which she'll attempt to abide. ]
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dark coloured strands of hair fall in front of his face as he ducks his head, burying it within the crook of her neck, hands warm in the way they fondle her breasts. it's difficult to think of anything else, cock hard in her hand, knee pressing almost just as hard into the mattress. lifting his head, lips drag open-mouthed kisses along the curve of her neck, up to her jaw again, and his mouth finds hers as he speaks. )
I want to be inside you. ( a kiss that catches her top lip. )
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I want you inside me.
[ Wants him sinking into her, wants their limbs entwined and their hearts both racing together. She shifts beneath him, bracing a foot on the mattress, and unwraps her fingers from around his cock to put her arm around the small of his back instead, before pushing up from her hip. Fully intending to roll them over, to put him on his back on the bed, if he'll let her. ]
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there's no complaint to come from him, however. no attempt at pushing her back and slipping her beneath him again. rather, calloused hands smooth their way down her waist and grasp at her hips, pulling her in close against him with an almost growl there on his lips. there's something about a woman capable of pinning him down that just does it for him. eyes watching her, filled with desire, he keeps her there with his hands, not wanting her to be anywhere else but there. )
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His hands are warm and strong on her hips, and he's there beneath her, beautiful in the darkness around them. The storm outside still rumbling as she runs a hand along his stomach, reaches beneath herself, fingers curling around his cock for guidance as she sinks down onto him, taking him deep inside. Filling herself with him completely.]
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Diana.
( her name leaves him in a gasp, fingers digging sharply into slender hips he holds so very tight to. seeing her above him like this β seeing the way his cock disappears inside her as she sinks down onto his lap like she is, even within the darkness of the room, she looks and feels incredible.
his head tips back some, lips parting and thumbs pressing into hipbones. it's jarring how long it's been since he's had sex β since he's been with someone like this and he'd nearly forgotten how intoxicating it can feel. to be buried so deep inside someone β so deep inside diana and have her there above him, taking what she wants and giving him what he needs. maybe what they both need right now. )
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Her name on his lips β gods, it sounds half prayer and half plea, ignites her desire as much as his fingers pressing into her hips, as the feeling of him hot and hard inside her. She rolls her hips and catches her breath in a moan at the feeling, as he rubs up against places deep inside that make her see stars, that tighten knots of need deep in her belly. ]
Bruce.
[ Her voice low and breathless as she rocks above him, grinding down into his lap. Her fingers curling on his chest and stomach as she chases his pleasure and her own. ]
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breath on his lips, hands slip away from her waist and smooth along her thighs as she rides him through the storm, her skin so much softer and warmer than his own. he likes it β likes the way she feels on top of him and all around him, unable to take his eyes off her and the way she looks rocking above him like she is.
muscles taut, he lifts himself up from the bed then, hands reaching to cradle her breasts, and kisses her as he sits up with her there in his lap. hot and needy. holding at her back as he keeps her there with him. )
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Her lips curving into a smile against his kiss, her voice a little rougher with desire. ]
More?
[ It's Bruce. When have they ever done anything but push each other harder? Somehow, even in this new world, even with this new Bruce, even in this new situation, one she'd actively avoided in her own, it still holds true. She trusts him to be right there with her, no matter how hard and how far they go, whether it's out there, fighting together, or in here, tangled up in each other. ]
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( the word is a heady smile against her lips, calloused fingers digging between shoulder blades, and he's the one to flip them then. so swift and effortlessly, as if a dance he knows how to dance. she's stronger than him, he knows that, and so there's little in the way of worry about taking it too hard with her and yet... there's still that softness in those touches β in the way he looks to her through strands of hair that fall in front of his face, lips chasing hers for a heated kiss he can't seem to get enough of.
with the change in angle and being between her legs like he is, a hand smooths along her side β hikes a leg up around his waist and he moves deeper inside her. harder. groaning against her mouth with head ducking down to the crook of her neck as he rocks into her over and over again, letting himself get lost in how good she feels around him. how good it feels to be inside her like this. )
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Her fingers press divots into his skin and her head pushes back against the pillow, eyes squeezing shut as the fire they're building climbs higher and higher. His breath hot on her neck. His control and hers both slipping right out of their hands. ]
Bruce.
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she holds to him and he lifts himself off her, enough to brace a hand against the wall above them while his other grips tight to her waist. muscles stretch across his back, grow taut through his arms, and stands of hair fall in front of his face as he drives himself into her, watching her as he does.
yet despite the heavy breaths β despite the desperate way he rocks between her legs, that softness still lives there within his eyes as he looks down to her, beads of sweat catching at his temple as he does. )
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She keeps her gaze on him even as her eyes grow heavy and dark, as her breath comes faster. He sinks into her over and over, hard and deep, and she can hardly stand the building heat between them, the electricity, like the storm outside had taken form here in their bodies instead.
Until it's suddenly too much, the floor dropping out beneath her as waves of pleasure crash through her body. She arches into it, shaking with the force of her peak, coming apart around him. Trying to keep her touch from bruising him as her hand grips his hip, the back of his neck. ]
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her touch becomes desperate, a groan on his lips as fingers press down hard into his muscles. to think she could crush him with her touch alone... he'd be lying if he said it wasn't a bit of a turn on, and it only drives him harder into her as she races to her climax. when she gets there, he chases after her β buries his face into the crook of her neck, hands now holding tight to her as he envelops her completely, as they become one desperate mess of limbs moving there against the bed.
finally, unable to edge himself any further than he already has, he lifts himself just enough from her to catch a glimpse of her, hair in front of his face like always, and he buries himself inside her one last time, filling her as he does. gasp on his lips, head hanging between shoulders, there's a slow rock or two between her legs there before he's easing himself down agajnst her. panting. spent. exhausted. )
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She lifts one hand to brush his hair out of his face, a small and contented smile curving her lips. Impetuous as that was, confusing as this all might be, she can't regret it. And this part, this moment, at least, is very simple. Just them, here, indulging in each other. Needing each other, wanting each other. This closeness, this satisfaction.
She brushes her lips against his temple, tasting the salt of his skin, and sighs, slow and sated. ]
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for the moment, he simply relaxes against her, lets himself sink into the softness of her touch, her breath, her very presence that surrounds him despite being on top of her. a lazy sound from his lips, he turns his head, eyes shut, letting his cheek press to her shoulder. he should move. get himself off and out of her, but. in a second. he just wants to... be in this a little longer. )
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Perhaps you'll sleep a little better, now.
[ Gently teasing him as she turns her head to rest her cheek against his hair. Enjoying his nearness, his loose body draped over hers, as she listens to the rain falling outside.
None of this anything she'd expected, or meant to have happen, but she deals in truth and the truth is she's pleased that it did. Happy that it did, if she's being fully honest. ]
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( words light, soft, as if the faint smile he wears on his lips can almost be felt.
after a moment, he shifts β slips himself out of her and rolls over onto his back there beside her, breath one filled with exhaustion as his head presses back against the pillow and blue eyes fall shut as he lays there. spent. his body quietly slows the vibrations felt throughout from his orgasm, but it leaves him content and satisfied in a way he hasn't felt in a long time. the sound of rain outside gentle in the way it pats against the window now. as if the storm itself is content now as well. )
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[ Her own smile is audible in her voice, warm and soft, as she lets him go so he can roll to her side and relax there. She focuses on slowing her breath, on reining in her galloping heart.
She allows her shoulder to rest against his, her knuckles brushing lightly against the back of his hand. A few small touches, because even after being so wound up together she's reluctant to pull away from him completely. ]
Would you like me to wake you when I leave in the morning, or let you sleep?
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her knuckles brushing against the back of his hand, he turns that hand of his into hers, fingers lazy in the way they slide between hers. )
I don't need that much for sleep. I'll probably be up anyways.
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Rest while you can.
[ They'll all need to be at their best when they find Chaos Gate. Rested, ready. Bruce can push himself to the ragged edge if needed, but it shouldn't be necessary for their mission here. Not yet.
Her thumb runs gently over his knuckle as she lets her tired eyes close, thinking over her visit in the morning. The three hours to which she'll attempt to abide. ]