Batman: Therapist? (BM)

Batman: Therapist?

Author: Batman_Wolverine
Rating: NC-17
Summary:/ Wonder Woman visits Batman after a particularly draining mission. He in turn provides her with some needed solace and something even more. (Oneshot)


Disclaimer: Don't own Batman, Wonder Woman or any Justice League Unlimited character. All owned and copy righted by DC.

Author’s Note: Takes place in Justice League Unlimited Universe. After episode 4 of season 5.

Episode Spoiler: Justice League Unlimited (S5, E4 - *To Another Shore*)

“What were you thinking?” Batman growled as Diana emerged from the transporter module. “You are a founding member. You should know better than to go into battle without backup.”

“Nice to see you too,” Diana replied in exasperation, smiling and shaking her head at Batman’s *all business* tone. He was dressed in his *Work clothes*, sans the cowl, which lay within hand’s reach.

“Diana,” Batman whirled around in his chair, his usually cold voice carrying the barest of emotion, showing his concern.
“I know Bruce,” she sighed as she came and stood next to the Bat-computer control panel. “I thought I could handle them. I didn’t know about the enhancements in Devil Ray’s stingers.”

“With all the recent incidents,” Batman brought up the file he was working on. It was a comprehensive database of all the super-villain attacks. Marked in *red* were the incidents in which the villain’s mind shut down under interrogation. “You should have.”

“Anything else *Batman*,” the tightness in her voice and the fact that she used Batman instead of Bruce, told the World’s Greatest Detective that he needed to tone it down….even better, zip it.

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“How are you feeling?” He observed Diana’s from the corner of his eye.

“Tired,” she answered truthfully, came to his side and rested her arm on the back of his chair. “Why do you ask?”

“Diana,” Batman sighed and looked away from her, paying extra attention to the gigantic screen.
“Bruce,” her voice carried the same longing as his had. She repeated herself softly this time, letting her fingers play at the fringe of his neck. “Why do you ask?”

“You are my teammate. You are important to the league,” he volleyed the usual lame ass answers.
“Hmm,” her perfect *god-given* features scrunched in frustration. “Bruce, even if you can run and hide from your feelings and expect me to do the same….for Hera’s sake, just once….speak the truth.”

“Truth is relative princess,” he once again tried his usual word play.

“Insufferable jerk,” Diana cursed under her breath and shoved the chair rather forcefully, causing it and the caped crusader seated on to turn around almost three and sixty degrees.

“Good bye Batman,” Diana bit out as she started back along the path she had come a few minutes ago.

Reaching the teleportation bay, she was able to initiate a reverse transfer to the last position, when, “*I* was worried about you,” her superhuman hearing caught the whispered words.

Those five simple words and the fact that Batman stood up, let his cape fall onto the chair, and was coming towards her, made Diana smile inspite of herself.

“Insufferable jerk,” she muttered again as she stood her ground, waiting for him to make the journey this time.

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“I am sorry,” his simple apology meant the world to her as she knew that he wasn’t used to apologizing for anything….not at least as Batman.
“Apology expected,” Diana held her chin high, but let herself be drawn down from the lighted surface.

“Maybe we should start again,” he gave the barest of smile, one that was neither the bone chilling one that Batman gave, nor the flippant one that Bruce Wayne threw at each and any person of the fairer sex. That smile was pure Bruce and it was just for her

“How are you feeling?” he asked softly, his hands moving up from her fingers, along to the indestructible bracelets to her upper arms as he reduced the distance between them.

“Tired,” she leaned towards him, their breaths intermingling, her lavender and sandalwood scent driving him wild, his masculine odor having a similar affect on her.

“Lets see what can we do about it,” he smiled a genuine smile this time as he walked her towards the cave steps which led to the mansion upstairs.

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“What is this?” Diana looked around the room they had just entered into.
“A massage table,” Bruce answered evenly, his eyes glinting at Diana’s *well-duh* look.

“I know that it is a massage table,” she arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow at him. “But what are we doing here? Do you want me to give you a massage?”

Catching the teasing tone of her voice, Bruce let comment pass.

“No Princess,” he drew her to the smooth table. “I am the one who will be giving you the massage.”

“Oh,” she tried to look surprised, which in truth she was. She hadn’t expected this when she came to meet him. She had just come to see him and maybe try and get him to conduct a conversation about anything that wasn’t leave related…..but a massage…..oooh!!

“Diana?” his question drew her out of her rapidly *dirtying* thoughts.

“That will be a good idea,” she smiled and took off her armor and boots and lay down inside the closet in the room. Getting on the table, she lay down on her stomach and opened her bodice.

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“Oh, Hera,” Diana flinched as she hands touched her. The muscles of her right shoulder were still cramped from the rapidly fading after affects of poison.

“Do you WANT me to stop?” Bruce whispered as his deep blue eyes visually caressed the vast expanse of skin, hued as a testament of her Mediterranean origins. She seemed to have a perennial that any woman would pay hundreds of dollars….if not kill to have. Letting his fingers knead along her upper back, he felt the underlying muscles…..like velvet on steel. *Champion of the Gods* That was who she was.

“Ummm…No,” Diana let out a light moan as she rested her head on her crossed arms, and tilted it to look at him *work* her. “How do you do that?”
“What?” He smirked as he looked away from her piercing gaze, his eyes automatically moving to the lower half of her costume….his nostrils flaring as a new scent reached them….the spicy scent of her arousal. He tightened in his pants, swallowing deeply to wet his suddenly dry mouth. He wished to bend down and taste her nectar.

“This,” she flipped her hand, gesturing to his massaging skill. “Its so relaxing. Where did you learn it? I don’t think it would work on any of the criminals you face. Well maybe with the exception of your feline friend.”

Although, she had wanted to sound unconcerned, he perceptively detected the underlying emotions in it. He knew about his feelings towards him and about the competition, she perceived she had for Selina Kyle aka. Catwoman.

“Secrets of the trade,” she uneasily chuckled at his standard deflective answer. “And to answer your second question….No, I don’t. Not with anyone else.”
“Good,” she smiled sweetly, her voice growing husky from the massage and from her arousal.

“This helping to relax?” Bruce bent slightly towards her and drew closer, his hands moving down and to the sides.
“Yesss,” Diana hissed, breathing sharply as his hot breath hit exposed neck.

“Really,” he whispered close to her ear, his fingers tips grazing her mashed breasts. “Doesn’t look as if you are relaxed.”

“Bruce?” her voice was soft yet hesitant with a growing want. The last few months had been hell for her. The whole Cadmus deal including the attack on the watchtower had the ensuing recovery had kept her busy. At the same time, she had had to shoulder a new responsibility as an ambassador of Themiscyra. Although she welcomed and loved that her strained relations with her mother was improving, she wasn’t too enthusiastic about the *diplomatic* consequences of those improvements.

Then in addition to all that….as if she needed anything, was the man standing over her.

*A tug of war* that is what their relation had been till date, with each trying to pull the other to their side.

They had been in a stalemate….until today.

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Diana had always had an attraction towards the seemingly cold, aloof, distant Dark Avenger, even during her initial outing in man’s world.

As time passed, she came to know more about him and slowly but surely that curious attraction grew and developed into something more….something that she had never felt or experienced in all her time on Themiscyra.

The love for a MAN.

It had both excited and scared her. Excited because she had never had such feelings and she relished them….wanted to experience more of them. Scared because she was an Amazon….*from an island of immortal female warriors* her brow furrowed as she recalled his words. Amazons weren’t supposed to mingle with men, let alone love one of them.

And she did both.

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“Diana,” his deep voice crashed through her inner musings. “Where are you princess? And I am supposed to be the workaholic here,” he hunched down next to her and tucked away the errant curls of raven colored hair falling across her face.

“Nowhere,” she smiled dreamily, subconsciously leaning into his gentle caress. “Did you say something?”
“I just wanted to know, if you wanted *the works*?” his voice carried a mischief that in her present aroused emotional and physical state, unnerved her.
“The works?” her brows furrowed in confusion. “What works?”
“The *complete* works...the Bruce Wayne special,” he winked and trailed the back of his fingers along her exposed back. “My secret massage…..just for you.”

“What’s secret about it?” she shot back in familiar and time practiced flirtation. She and Bruce had been trading flirtatious banter just as frequently as they sparred with each other…maybe even more from her side.
“If I tell you, it wouldn’t be a secret….will it?” his hands left her body and she had to bite down on her lower lip to stifle moaning out in need. “So, do you want it?”

‘Hera, give me strength,’ she prayed silently before answering.

“Go ahead….Do it.”

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‘HERA,’ her eyes widened in surprise as jumping into action, Bruce pulled off the top half of his costume, revealing his perfectly chiseled body, the various scars proclaiming him as a fighter….a warrior….a worthy opponent……or an equally worthy partner. ‘What have I got myself into?’

“BRUCE,” she cried out as he yanked her star spangled panties down her hips. “Bruce, I could have removed them.”
“I know,” he gave a knowing nod and spread out a towel over her exposed waist, and gently pulled the fabric off completely, leaving her practically naked on the smooth surface. “You asked for the special. This is part of the deal.”
“You taking off my clothes is part of the deal?” she exclaimed. “I don’t have anything on underneath.”
“I know,” his darkened eyes both excited and unnerved her. “That is also a part of the deal.”

“Bruce,” Diana called as she tried to sound angry, her voice coming out in a husky whisper.
“You ARE covered.” Batman gestured towards the plain white hand towel draped over her. The tiny towel was not even large enough to cover her properly, the air-conditioned cool air, tingled her wet folds and automatically caused her to clench her glutes. “I didn’t know that living in man’s world had turned you into such a prude. You are supposed to be above such things.”

“I am,” Diana neglected his attempt at riling her up, well anymore than she already was and lifted a finger to point towards the closet. “There must be larger towels in that closet,” she inquired, hoping that he would follow her instructions, but knowing that he wouldn’t. Not today….not now.

“Uhn-huhn,” Batman have a small shake of his head to negate her suggestion. “Everthing is fine the way it is.”

Bending close to her ear, he practically growled. “I like what I see….would like to see again….” He spoke with a tone just loud enough for the both of them to hear. “…and again…and again.”

‘HERA’

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“Perfect.”

‘Perfect,’ Diana arched her. ‘What did he mean by that?’ she mused. ‘Perfect what? My position? His hands? The oil? My legs…..MY LEGS,’ she screamed mentally as Bruce trailed light fingers over her calf and thigh muscles as he came around the table, bottle of scented oil firmly grasped in his other hand.

“Perfect,” Bruce throaty growl sounded again. Gulping down to wet his parched throat, he squirted a liberal amount of oil, between her shoulder blades. Using his thumbs and first two fingers, he evenly spread it out all over her back; he reached up to knead her neck and shoulder muscles.

“Diana….Breathe,” he instructed softly, drawing her attention to the way she had been holding her breath ever since the first drops of the oil had touched her body. “You have got to relax….it works both ways.”

“I AM breathing.” Diana replied, trying to ignore the affect his hands were having, not only on her back but also on her front. The repeated back and forth movements on the table were rubbing her prodigious breasts along the woven fabric of her crimson colored bodice, which was still *trapped* underneath her. This movement was not in any way helping the ache developing in her sensitive nipples.

“You seem so wound up?” she sensed the unseen smile in his voice. Lowering his face right next to hers, he whispered, “So tense….so very tight.”
“BRUCE,” this time her squeak was louder.
“You back muscles,” he stated calmly as if his comment had been completely innocent. “I have been doing this for almost half an hour. Still haven’t been able to get all the kinks out princess. You need to get a massage daily.”

“Hmmm,” Diana mused as if considering that thought. “And pray tell WHO is going to GIVE it to me….YOU?”
Catching the double entendre of her question, Bruce answered almost inaudibly. “If it were possible, I could do it for the rest of my life.”

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“Uhn-Bruce….” Diana groaned as Bruce applied a little extra pressure than before. “Bruce.”
‘Not that way Diana,’ he silently gritted his teeth, his pants tightening even further. ‘Please don’t call me that way…..please.’

Finishing his lengthwise motions, he came to the front of the table, his torso and waist directly in front of her head. Centering himself, he placed both hands firmly on either her shoulders and began pushing down the length on her back, applying slightly extra pressure with the heel of his palm, turning them slightly inwards to run his fingers along her spine.

“How are you feeling now,” his voice withdrew her from the relaxed lust induced haze clouding her mind.
“Like I am in….” she raised her head to answer his question, only to come face to face with the sizeable bulge in his costume. “….paradise.”
“Good,” he noticed the hitch in her voice accompanied by the sudden spike in her arousal, the towel covering practically nothing and allowing him complete access to her heady pheromones. “Because that is what you deserve…where you belong.”

‘I like what I see,’ Diana fixed her eyes at his ever-increasing erection, biting down on her already swollen lower lip. ‘Now only if I can feel it too…WOAH’ She exclaimed to herself. ‘Where did that come from?’

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“Say something?” Bruce questioned at the odd sound escaped from her lips. Leaning forward, he kneaded at the crest of her hips, just above her *regrettably* covered rump.
“No…uhn,” Diana moaned. ‘OH!!,’ a realization dawned on her. ‘I am so aroused right now…I am going to…..’ “Bruce STOP,” she commanded.

“Why?” he leaned in even closer, his muscled chest rubbing against her well oiled back, his deep voice rumbling through their connection. “Don’t you like it?”
“Yess….” She hissed as she tried to hold onto to her last bit of control. ‘I am liking is it so much that I am going to climax if you don’t stop.’ “Stop….please,” she pleaded, her tongue peeking out to wet her lips, which wanted nothing more than to reach forward and kiss his *presence* bulging before her.

“Not now princess,” his voice, which was a growl by now, had more Batman in it than Bruce Wayne. “You asked for the special...and you are going to get it. You know that the Batman doesn’t leave things half way through.”

“Bruce….” Diana started to reach forward to circle her arms around his waist, only to have him move away from her.

“No,” she huffed at her loss.

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Stepping around and to her waist, Bruce gently placed a hand along her inner thigh, causing her to buck involuntarily at his touch. Moving his hand as he continued walking he applied the oil to her right leg, before following the opposite route for her left one. ‘Interesting’

From his vantage point, he could see the lower tufts of her soft and by now soaked curls. The crude phrase *Carpet matches the curtains* came to his mind at the midnight-black color of her pubic triangle. The glistening *dew* like drops of her essence only adding to the *starry* effect.

“You know, you ARE perfection,” this time his words conveyed his meaning clearly. “Truly a goddess,” he continued as he moved up from her calf to the upper part of her leg, where he increased the length of his strokes, running from her knee right upto the bottom of her enticing derriere.

With each stroke, he pushed the towel more and more up, until finally it had bunched up at her waist and he was kneading both rounds of her ass.

“Bruce,” Diana moaned as she grasped and pulled roughly at her hair. “Please…don’t.”
“Don’t what PRINCESS,” he stressed the last word as he let his fingers slide into her inner thighs, his body heat being radiated to her swollen nether lips.
“I-I can’t,” she shook her head as if trying to prove him and her own rebelling body wrong.
“Yes you can,” Bruce urged in a gentle, yet demanding tone. “Let it go Diana. Let it all go.”
“I….I can’t,” Diana practically bucked as if trying to reach his ever evading fingers.
“Let go Diana,” the command in this voice was clear this time. “Let it go….let it go for….for me.”

“I-I….I….BRUUUUCCCCCCE.” Diana’s scream was accompanied by an ear-splitting peal of thunder. It was as if the heaven were opening up to announce the Amazonian princess’s orgasm. “BRUCE,” she yelled out a second time, her body convulsing almost uncontrollably.

She would have rolled over and fallen off the table, had it not been for the large arms holding her down as their owner whispered sweet nothings into her ears.

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“Bruce,” she cried softly as she turned her face towards him, tears spouting from her clear blue eyes. “Bru…uce.”
“Ssshh,” Bruce shushed her as he wiped the tears from her cheeks and the table surface using the towel, which until a few seconds ago had been *covering* her. “Relax. Everything’s all right.”

“I-Uhn…” Diana tried to gather herself, her position not helping matters one bit. “Why?” she finally asked.
“Turn around Diana,” he instructed as he disregarded her question. “Turn over.”
“No,” Wonder Woman shook her head. The rest of her body, which was no longer under her control turned over on its own volition, rubbing itself along his arms, while their eyes did not leave each other’s.

“Perfection,” Bruce repeated his chant adding one extra word the second time. “My perfection.”
If she understood it or not, Diana didn’t give any verbal answer, but her right arm rose to cup his slightly stubbled jaw, her eyes glistening with fresh unshed tears.


Straightening her along her back, Bruce left her side and turned around to grab his *trusty* oil bottle.

“Stop?” he questioned with a glint in his eyes, even as he daubed the oil in his hands.

“No,” Diana shook her head as an languid smile played on her ruby red lips. “The special,” she sighed.

“As you wish,” he nodded and reached for her neck.

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Starting the same way as he had started along her back, Bruce kneaded the oil into her lower neck and shoulders. The only difference this time was that Diana was facing him, her head resting on the rolled up towel he had shoved under it. Her cerulean eyes were glazed over and half closed, lost in the sensations Bruce was providing her. She was completely lost and under his control now and instead of troubling, that thought seemed to calm her.

She trusted him.

She trusted him in battle with her life and now she was trusting him with her body, heart and soul.

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“Uhn,” Diana moaned as her body arched off the table at Bruce’s first touch around her raw sensitive nipples.
“Easy Diana,” Bruce gently pushed her back down.
“Bruce,” Diana moaned again, albeit a little slowly as her body followed his verbal and sensory commands.

Cupping one hand around each bosom, Bruce squeezed them gently, slowly moving his thumbs along the lower curve to finally come around, rub and knead the erect pink nubs, enjoying their stiff silk texture under his rough skin.

Moving his hands along their roundness, he let their backs meet in her heavenly chest valley, coating them with a thin layer of massaging oil.

Having done that, he set about *exercising* the two love dumplings, taking care to touch, press and squeeze every single inch of delectable skin.

When Diana raised her hands, he thought that she might swat him away, but she surprised him by covering his hands with her own and guiding him to where and how she wanted him to pleasure her.

“No,” he shook his head and gently returned her hands to her sides. “You aren’t supposed to do anything. This is my work…,” ‘and my privilege’ he added silently.

“Bruce,” was the only *clear* word coming out of her mouth, the rest was just garbled mumbles, moans and whimpers. Outside the mansion, the thunder and lightening had given way to a steady rain shower that was pelting against the metal and stone construct.

Deciding to take things up another level, Bruce somewhat reluctantly left the *more than a handful* rounds, barely controlling himself from lowering his face to nuzzle between them….capture their rose buds in his mouth.

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Coming down to her midsection, he marveled the way her taut belly curved slightly, right down to her triangular patch of soft raven colored hair, their honey sweetness enticing him and drawing him even closer.

Her body was like a siren, into which his Odysseus wanted to lose himself into and reach salvation through her soul.

Being somewhat of an atheist himself, Bruce never thought that he would think in such a way or be so poetic about it. ‘Well that shows how much she has affected you,’ he smirked at himself. ‘You are thinking of Greek mythology.’

Kneading her sides, he moved down to her waist and hips, his hands separating to move away from each other and travel down along her toned thighs. Standing at almost six feet in height Diana stood almost shoulder to shoulder with him, a fact that never seemed to come into consideration for either of them….he even appreciated it…just as the rest of her.

Reaching down to her ankles, Bruce started his upward travel, slowly moving his hands from the other muscles to the inner ones as he came near the junction of her legs.

“Diana,” he stilled his hands, his thumbs a hair breath’s away from her sopping folds. “Again.”
“Hmmm,” Diana hummed contently, the true implications of his words talking a few seconds to sink in.

“Again?” she questioned in confusion.
“Again,” he repeated as he let his thumbs straighten up and gentle nudge each swollen lip apart. “Again.”

“Bruce,” her moan and involuntary jerk gave him all the answers he needed.

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“Diana,” he whispered breathlessly, waiting for her to open her tightly clenched eyes and look up at him.

“Yesss,” she was giving small jerks to touch his outstretched digits.

“I want to touch you….taste you,” he requested earnestly. “Can I…”

“YESSSS,” her hiss cum him off midway. “Please,” she flailed her hand to draw him closer.

The next moment, Diana found herself being lifted, her naked body instantly cradling in Bruce’s arms as she nuzzled her face into the small of his neck, her tongue sliding out to lick at the light sheen of sweat formed there.
“Ssssss,” Bruce hissed as he pushed down the urge to throw her down and take her right there on the wooden floor. The only reason he stopped was to provide her a soft bed to lie on as they made love for the first time.

Reaching his room, he turned the knob and kicked the door open, kicking it close on the rebound back.

“Are ya sure?” he somehow managed to question one last time as he laid her out on the soft white sheets.
“Yess,” Diana reached up to pull him to her. “NOW.”

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Within seconds, Bruce had stripped off the remainder of his clothing and lowered himself in between her slightly parted knees, which he gently nudged even farther, providing him complete access to her.

“Bruce, Wha….” Was all Diana could manage before her words dissolved into yet another series of moans, as Bruce plunged down to her folds to give a *kiss* like none other.

“Uhnn….” Diana bit on her lower lip, a deep, surprise and utterly contented moan escaping from in between her clenched lips. Licking along her length, Batman reached her clit, which he instantly took into his mouth and began to suckle at it, gently nipping at the engorged flesh. With his index and middle fingers, he parted her folds and eased them into her waiting love channel.

“Yesssss….deeper,” Diana moaned as she thrust onto his probing mouth and hand.

“Hmmm,” his guttural growl rumbled through her, as he paid homage at the most sacred of all *personal* altars. “So Perfect….so sweet…just perfect.”

“Bruce….please,” Diana shook her head and bit along the back of her index finger. “Now.”
“Now?” he lifted his head to look at her, his lips and the area around his mouth glistening with her juices. Snaking his tongue out, he licked around his lips, smacking them at the tangy taste filling his mouth.

“Now,” she repeated in frustration. “I want you NOW,” she practically yelled out the last word.
“Oh, that now,” giving a lop sided grin, Bruce raised himself to grip and gently lift her hips, as he positioned himself in front of her.

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Diana’s hands grasped at the sheets as she moaned loudly as his shaft entered and filled her to the hilt.

“YES,” she cried out verbally as well mentally, answering his growl with a cry of her own.

Their desire for each other was reaching its peak as Bruce began moving inside her, rapidly gaining both speed and stroke length. The only sounds in the room apart from their grunts, moans and whimpers were that of skin slapping against skin.

Reaching forward he twirled a nipple between his fingers, pinching it gently to push her even further.

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Feeling her orgasm draw closer, Diana tightened her grip on the sheets, bracing herself for the rollercoaster ride she was about to embark on….again.

A few seconds later, her body tightened as a taut bow only to explode into a million pieces as an orgasm, even stronger and more intense than the first one wracked through her, her whole body contracting and tightening around her gushing center as she came all over and around her lover.

The scent and visual of her release and the clenching of inner muscles around his erection was enough to push Bruce over the edge as gave one last deep thrust and stilled inside her as white ribbons of his release started spurting inside her.

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Coming down from his own high, Bruce gently pulled out his still semi-hard erection from inside her, smirking wearily at her protesting moan.

Lying down on his side, he nuzzled into the satiated *Grecian Goddess *, a smile of content adding to the glow on her face. He positioned himself so that she wouldn’t need to move excessively from her current satiated state, enjoying the feeling the way their bodies fit against and alongside each others.

Moving her hand along his sweat slicked chest hair, Diana curled her fingers around his circumference, marveling as to how had he *actually* managed to *fit* inside her.

Raising her to his face, she gave a slightly sad but mischievous pout.

“Do you….” She started to inquire about his release, but stopped at the wet feeling inside her. “You…this…” she gave a testing squeeze to his erection. “That was…how can it be…?”
“Ssssh,” Bruce silenced her as he captured her lips with his.

“How long will…when can we do it again?” Diana finally managed to word a proper question.
“There is a recovery time….but with you,” he looked down as how his body was reacting to her *caress*. “I guess soon…”

“You jest,” Diana gave a gentle tug, giggling the way it caused the usually unflappable Batman to turn to putty within her hands.

“Want to give it a try?” an arched eyebrow challenged her.

“Yes,” her voice was commanding yet wanting. “I will have to test to confirm that claim of yours,” she sated in mock accusation.

“And how do you plan on doing that?” Bruce moved his hand to cover a breast, effectively capturing her still erect nipple in the space between his second and third finger.

“I have a series of tests of my own,” she wiggled slightly to rub against his warm rough skin. “You will have to go through them.”
“All of them,” Bruce asked with a chuckle.

“All of them,” Diana repeated with a cheeky grin.

“I can hardly wait.”


FIN


Note: A major part of this story was taken from another *oneshot* of mine that I had done for the Marvel (X-Men) couple of my choice – Storm and Wolverine. That deals with a missing scene from the now discontinued X-treme X-Men series.

You can read that and other JLA/JLU and X-Men works of mine on my site http://batman306.bravehost.com

Crossposted in Justie League (Animated) and Wonder Woman setions. (Wonder Woman under 'other comics')

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