Satisfaction

Bruce didn't answer the code from the watchtower, requesting transfer. So, she chose her clothing with avoiding a fight in mind and went the old-fashioned way. She approached his door as the sun was moving low in the sky over the water.

Alfred answered the bell, led her inside with a warm smile. She half expected him to tell her to wait but he showed her right in, opening double doors and announcing her.

"Her Highness Diana of Themiscyra to see you, sir," he said smoothly and stepped aside for her. Bruce was sitting in a chair by the fireplace. He stood, looking irritated.

"Thank you Alfred," He said in a tone of voice that did no such thing. He set something on a tray as Alfred stepped out, shutting the door behind him. Bruce tossed an odd look over her shoulder at his butler, as if Alfred had done something utterly bizarre at her back. She nearly turned to look and froze, her attention completely diverted. She tested the air again, positive she had to be wrong.

"Bruce, are you...drinking?" she asked, incredulously. Bruce went still. His eyes darkened.

"Scotch," He said curtly.

Diana stared at him.

"I-I'm speechless," She said, lifting her hands a little. "When did this start?"

"I've been known," He replied, turning from her.

"When?" she asked softly, approaching. He hesitated, glass in hand.

"Funerals," he said, very quietly. Sipping.

Ah.

She took the glass out of his hand and tasted it, surprising him.

"We've both had our share recently, haven't we," She said, and handed it back. He put it on a side table, suddenly looking very tired.

"I suppose so. Was there a reason you were here?" he asked her abruptly. She sighed. So much for small talk.

"I wanted to talk to you about what happened," She said, looking away from him. Bruce was silent. He was silent for a long time and she waited for him, standing patiently in her white dress, watching the fire crackle.

"I should have been prepared for her," He said finally. Diana snorted, and he looked at her sharply.

"She was on an errand for a goddess, Bruce. She was using powers I'd never seen, powers she didn't have twenty-four hours before she attacked us," Diana said. "We did what we could."

"Just like that." He sounded bitter. Diana pressed her lips in a thin line.

"I've made an appeal to Athena," She said finally, doubting he would find comfort in her words when she herself couldn't. "But...it's not like sending a letter."

"I should. Have been. Prepared," Batman said. He sounded angry that time. "I didn't know who was really meeting us there. I called you in when you didn't want to come." He winced. "My fault." He lowered his head a little. Diana gave him half a smile.

"My villain, my fault, right?" She said gently. He raised an eyebrow at her. "It's what you told Flash, after Captain Boomerang." If possible, he looked more depressed, and she cursed herself. She reached out and touched his arm. He didn't look at her.

"It was your first time." He said. It wasn't a question.

"My first fight? No." She said with a weak attempt to lighten things. She touched the white fabric of her dress, pressed it between her thumb and forefinger. She really didn't think she could handle a fight tonight with him.

He looked at her flatly.

"Stop it," He told her.

For a moment, Diana was silent. She thought, rather sheepishly, that she ought to know better by now.

"...Yes, it was." she replied. "Bruce..." He looked right at her. Their eyes were almost level. It was oddly intimate, not having to look up or down at someone.

"I meant what I said," she told him. He hesitated.

"You said..."

"If it had to be anyone, I'm glad it was you," She said simply. Bruce's mouth dropped, a little, and she got the impression that she had unnerved him.

"I thought....that we agreed..."

"I know what we agreed." She lifted one shoulder. "I'm glad it was you. I'm sorry it was...like that. I wish it could have been different." She stepped close, very close, leaned her head lightly on his shoulder. "I'm sorry if she hurt you, Bruce. I'm so sorry," She sighed, shutting her eyes.

"I should have been prepared." his voice was much softer. He reached out, touching her shoulders and then drew back in shock as he felt them shake. She sniffed. "Diana?" He whispered, sounding aghast. She sniffed a little more, hiding her face as his arms slid around her. "Diana..." He whispered intensely, sounding profoundly affected.

"I wouldn't cry for her. I didn't want her to have the satisfaction." Her voice was high and soft and she hated it. Bruce was holding her, he was holding her but his right arm was shaking and she looked back...

He had a fistful of the ends of her hair, clenching his fingers so tightly the knuckles were white. She looked up at him.

The rage on his face could have poisoned the whole world.

She lifted herself up a little and touched her forehead to his, looking down, hiding tears. Slowly, his arm relaxed and he petted at her face, wiping the streaks away.

"No, no, Diana," He said, he insisted, kissing her forehead, her temple."Not you, Diana," he whispered, kissing her mouth. "Not you." She relaxed against him as he lifted her, crushed her to his chest. His mouth tasted like old scotch and she yielded, yielded to him, her lips parting, her head tilting back.

There were many reasons not to do what they were doing, she thought as he tasted her throughly. Utterly distracting her.

She should have expected him to be as deliberate about this sort of thing as he was about everything else. He pulled back, sucking gently on her lip, and she made a soft inarticulate protest at the tease. Bruce's arms tightened further and he pressed his face back into her hair, his cheek sliding against hers. His breath was hot on the side of her neck. He kissed her there, bit her there, not so gently.

She tilted her head and applied her mouth to his ear.

So many reasons.

Bruce growled faintly into the soft flesh where her neck met her shoulder, and she did not bother to think any longer.

He popped a button off his shirt, squirming out of it. His undershirt was warm, blood-warm with trapped body heat and she pressed herself against it. He tossed the dress shirt aside and pulled his arms around her, nuzzling her neck and manuvering her back a step, his weight pushing her, guiding her onto the couch. She let him, pulling him after her. He was solid muscle, and she let his weight press her back into the cushions. She gasped as his body lined up with hers, his erection straining against the fabric of his slacks. He brushed up against her thigh. Then higher.

He slid a hand down her waist, finding the hem of her dress. He lifted the light fabric, trailing his fingers over the curve of her hip, bare skin to bare skin. She felt him hesitate, surprised by something, and found herself tensing, a little.

"Amazons...don't wear undergarments?" he asked in a strange, husky voice. She relaxed, shaking her head. His hand went higher, under her dress, tracing up the flat of her belly...careful fingers brushed the smooth undercurve of her breast, his breath spreading warmly over her face.

Bruce claimed her lips again, and she moaned faintly into his mouth as he shifted, pressing his erection against her exposed groin. The fabric was soft against her inner thighs and she parted her legs further, lifting herself a little to meet him.

He pulled her dress over her head in a smooth fluttering of white and paused, staring down at her. She lifted her chin and looked up into a pair of sharp blue eyes. Much darker than hers, she thought suddenly. They both had blue eyes, but his were so much darker. Deep waters. Hers were light, almost baby blue. She wondered, oddly, if that meant something.

He was staring at her now, those dark eyes moving over her. He would remember everything, she realized, watching him savor the sight of her. Later, he would remember her whole.

She reached out, holding his attention, and unbuckled his belt with a sure hand. His eyelids lowered, just slightly, his lips parting. Watching her. She opened his trousers and found him engorged and already escaping from his uncomfortable-looking underclothes. She eased the fabric apart with a gentle touch. Then she leaned forward and rubbed her cheek against his thigh, her breath warm on the erection bobbing in front of her mouth.

He moaned softly, sliding a hand back into her hair. Turning her head, she licked the length of him. She licked him thoroughly, until he was wet and leaking fluid from the tip. She tasted it, sucking. Above her, he sighed at the attention. She drew back, looking up, and did a little memorizing of her own.

He looked flushed and intense and vulnerable and completely marvelous. Totally human in a way that was visceral and heart-pounding. She watched him yank the undershirt over his head, messing his hair, and shove his trousers down with an impatience she wholeheartedly agreed with. She grabbed him, pulling him towards her with hands and legs. He kicked out of his remaining clothes and sank between her thighs, the moistness of his penis nudging up against her.

They both moaned a little, little 'ah' sounds at the sensation. He rocked against her, just slightly and it shocked her, how much of a relief it was. Exactly what her body had been screaming for, she just hadn't understood...

She shifted a little, opening her legs a bit wider and the lips of her labia parted, spiking the sensation. His next thrust was harder, his erection pushing insistantly, rubbing against the hood of her clitoris. She wasn't completely inexperienced. She knew enough to recognize that she was going to climax if he kept doing that. He looked up at her, his face inches from hers.

"Diana," he gasped, pushing himself against her.
Something about that. Something about the sound of his voice. The sound of his voice, as he said her name. Breathless and jerky as he pressed himself against her. She felt a spike of blood shoot to her groin and clamped down on his arms. She could have killed him when he hesitated.

The look on his face was as open and honest as she had ever seen. She went still, sudden understanding making her heart constrict strangely in her chest. He was asking her. There was need and want and grief and hurt and he was putting it out for her to see it.

This meant something. The two of them, like this. She understood that.

Diana kissed him. Mouth open, then pulled back, teasing gently with lips and teeth. She felt so odd, so...still inside, as if she was listening for something that was hard to hear. She tightened her arms around him as she kissed him and she whispered,

"Bruce," she whispered Bruce and she meant Bruce but somewhere behind it, she said Batman, too.

She watched the fire light up his eyes and knew he'd heard her. He kissed her roughly and it felt like relief and tasted like hunger and then he lifted himself up and...

And he pushed, so gently, so...

"Oh," Diana murmured.

Her body accepted him inside, he was inside her and it felt warm and good and so...easy.... He pulled back and thrust again with a little explosion of breath. Then again, harder. It felt good, satisfying, and she encouraged it, lifting up her hips as he pushed into her. Her legs felt awkward so she wrapped them around him, pulling him close. The angle changed and he inhaled sharply.

He moaned a little with the next thrust, thrilling her. Something about his voice. It sent a shock right through. She felt it again, as he pushed into her, building with his motion. She arched into him, panting over the faint sweat-slap of their bodies meeting each other. He leaned down and kissed her, kissed her as he thrust himself inside her. She made a soft, high, anxious little sound. She couldn't get close enough to him, she couldn't get...

"Bruce," She gasped, nearly desperate. So close... He thrust into her roughly, eyes gleaming. It might have been rougher than he'd ever let himself be. To her, it was sweet, mad relief. Her whole body tightened under him, every thought in her head focusing in on one wonderful feeling... He started to make noise, as he entered her, once, and again...

Diana choked, her muscles seizing as she climaxed. She could feel herself,inside, twitching around his erection.
"Oh," Bruce gasped above her, and his next thrust was wild and desperate and sent her fading orgasm spiking sharply. She shuddered under him, caught by surprise.

For a long moment they just lay there, breathing hard. Then Bruce lifted himself up a little and looked at her. Somewhere in there he'd landed on her, and she was rather amused with herself for not noticing until he moved. Then she saw his face, took a breath, and her thoughts stilled in shock.

He was afraid.

She tested the air again, to be sure. She found herself tensing at the sense memory- she had known him to feel fear, had smelled it on him from time to time. When the world was ending. When eyerything was going bad all at once. When friends were dying.

Bruce felt her tense, pulled back from her almost immediately. Something unpleasant flashed across those dark eyes.

He was going to get her to leave. He was going to say something horrible, do something horrible, to get her to run away from him. She touched his arm.

"Why do you smell like you're...upset?" The words came out of her mouth before she'd thought about it. She barely stopped herself from calling him on being frightened. The reaction she'd get to that would be...predictably unpleasant.

As it was he narrowed his eyes a bit at her, pulled himself further away. He opened his mouth and hesitated.

"I don't know what you mean-"

"-Stop it!" She said sharply, unnerved by the unpleasant tightening in her chest. Was this what was done? She couldn't imagine-the shock from being so pleased to being so unhappy felt unnatural.

Batman was silent for a moment.

"I couldn't explain it to you," he said finally, quietly. He sounded as unhappy as she felt, and something inside Diana's chest eased a little.

"I'm not sure..." Diana paused and looked at him, trying to judge by sight and scent. " If you were trying to show me what sex between men and women could be, then..." her voice fatlered a little, came back sounding almost childlike," I think I know what all the fuss is about now."

Bruce stared at her.

"A high complement," He said, sounding faintly strangled. She looked at him sharply, but he didn't seem to be making fun of her. He covered her hand with his and she bit her lip.

Batman shied away from whatever it was he was going to say and sat there dumb in front of her.

"Do you even know," He murmured finally, sounding quite unlike himself,"how beautiful..." He reached up and touched her face with the back of his hand. His face...he looked very young for a moment. Happy for a moment. Then something flared in his eyes and he grabbed her by the shoulders.

"Listen to me, Diana," He said, alarming her, " If you know what's good for you you'll get the hell away from me as fast as you can."