Pearls for Dickkory and lace for batcat
Already did the Pearls in the last post!
So...
Lace - Trying to make a long time fantasy come true.
“Selina?” he turned the light on. “What are you doing in my garage?” He was trying to work upstairs when he caught a glimpse of her alluring silhouette on the CCTV. Curious since no car had left the Wayne Estate, and she usually paid him a visit before taking one of his belongings without asking. After a while, she showed no sign of going away, nor coming upstairs. She was moving normally when he saw her on the CCTV, but maybe there was something wrong?
Heart racing, he raced downstair.
The car Alfred gave him for his birthday bleeped as the door unlocked, Bruce didn’t lose time, what if she was hurt, what if he didn’t pay attention and she had crawled into his car and was so weak that all she could do to get his attention was pressing a button, what if-
She was sitting on the passenger's sit, her legs stretched upwards and resting on the dashboard, a bored expression on her face. Not a wound or sign of anything wrong that he could see.
“Finally, it just took you forever.”
He opened the door and sat down on the driver’s sit.
“What is wrong?”
Selina rose a pretty eyebrow.
“Why do you think there’s something wrong?”
“Well-”
She didn’t wait for an answer, pulling him by the flap of his turtleneck kissing him out of the blue.
Granted, it wasn’t their first kiss, not even in that week, but still... He did understand that considering that the medium Gothamite was mad a hatter (not confound with The Mad Hatter, not all Gothamites were that mad or that evil), and their social circle tended to deviate to the side of the curve that lead to the Arkham Asylum... His... Selina could try to make sense sometimes, maybe it would help them to fight less, or at least maybe would help him to feel that he was about to have a heart attack in the ripe old age of 28 less often.
They should talk about that.
That and if she was his girlfriend now they were sleeping together, but he’d bet his entire inheritance that such conversation would cause a fight and maybe a real heart attack.
So maybe not.
He tried to pull her to his lap, but she pulled away and tried to drag him down with her with one hand while the other fumbled around her own sit.
“’Lina, what you’re doing?”
“How do I get this thing to go lower?”
“Let me,” She smiled pleased and laced her arms around his neck, forcing him to lean against her face as her backrest slid down until it hit the back sit.
“Oh,” she pouted, “you are too big now.”
Indeed, if she expected him to fit over her, the laws of physics had something so say against it.
“Why did you get so damn big?!”
She hit his shoulder angrily and Bruce returned to his sit, his back cracking with relief.
“Are you really mad about it? I thought you liked how big I got,” she usually praised him about it when he was using his new advantageous size to pin her down and fuck her against a rooftop, or pull her up and fuck her against the shelves of his library, or... Well, she liked it, mostly, it seems.
“But you don’t fit.”
“We could go upstairs...”
“Don’t wanna go upstairs, tsc,” she was really upset. Bruce frowned.
“Selina...”
She sighed.
“Do you remember that day, just after you got this stupid car, not long before you dropped the Billionaire Brat bullshit?”
“Yes, I do recall, but I don’t unders-”
“You never understand, Bruce.”
“You can try explain.”
“I’m trying! It’s just...”
She blushed.
Well, that wasn’t a sight one see everyday. Bruce bit his lips so she wouldn’t see him holding a smile and flee, and this time, when he tried to pull her to his lap, she complied.
Bruce kissed her forehead, and her nose, and her lips, his hands gently kneading her backside.
“Hey, you know you can tell me anything...”
She scoffed.
“It’s silly, you will laugh.”
“I’d never laugh of you.”
She leaned forward and giggle against his chest.
“Too bad, I love laughing of you.”
He snorted and took one hand to her hair, it was so long now.
“Oh, I know.”
“You didn’t kiss me.”
“Love, I just did,” and he pointed that out by kissing her again, pulling her pouty bottom lip with his teeth before releasing her again.
“No,” she whined, playing with the curls falling on his forehead, “before, when we were kids. I thought you were about to kiss me, but you didn’t.”
“Hummm” he made, “I wanted to kiss you. Selina,” Bruce said honestly, “always, you know I have been crazy about you since forever.”
She rose her gaze to his.
“Why didn’t you kiss me, then?”
“Because I had just got you to speak me again,” he bopped her nose and then kept his finger going down her throat, the valley of her breasts, his whole hand skimming under the fabric and cupping one of her mounds, bringing it out and watching in marvel as her dusty pink nibble perked, “and I didn’t want to make you mad or start a fight...”
“Coward,” she whispered rocking slowly and thrusting her chest to his face, begging without words for him to touch her.
Bruce looked at her through his eyelashes, his mouth just a few inches from her nipple.
“What?”
She giggled again, but her mirth turned into a moan as he buried his face on her chest, breathing her in and sucking the skin of the base of her breast.
“So,” he blew at the forming hickey to sooth the abused skin, “this is all about that time?”
“Kind of...” She breathed, and took his hand to her still covered breast, urging him to give it equal treatment.
“Kind of?” he insisted to her clear annoyance.
“Yes, it is about that time, I have been fantasying about you ravaging me on that sit since we were ridiculous teens, satisfied?”
He smiled and rocked upwards against her making her curse under her breath.
“Both of us are about to be.”
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