( 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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( 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. ]