Brabra P.O.V.
Bruce was kissing down my abdomen muttering my name all the way. His tounge roamed above my core...teasingly.
I sat up straight extracting me from my heated dream. My T-shirt was clinging to my skin from the sweet. Breathing heavily I stared out infront of me trying to shake of the feeling of Bruce's lips all over my body.
There was a knock on the door and I heard Alfred say,"Miss Gordon, I advise you to come down for brunch."
"Okay,"I squeeked.
I didn't know what I would do if I was to run into Bruce. We didn't have a chance alone again last night.
Should I talk to him?
Aviod maybe?
Don't be stupid...
I mentally abused myself before dragging my ass to the shower. I turned the tap to exactly the perfect tempeature. I leaned my head back and obsorbed heat.
Bruce's hands travelling my skin, the taste of his lips, him exploring the rest of my body...
No!
I turned the water down as cold as I could bare it and tried keeping my mind from roaming to Bruce.
What on earth am I going to do?
***
Alfred laid a plate before me stacked with toast, eggs and bacon. Nearby was a stack of pancakes soaked with ceryp. Just as I was about to reach for one, Damien came barging in and grabbed the whole plate.
"Hey!"
"Mine!" Damien was in devil mode but I wasn't going to have any of that.
"Damien Wayne, give me that plate at once!" I said and received a glare. "I'm waiting..." I held out my hand and slowly but surely he handed me the plate. I dished me one and handed him back the plate.
He looked confused,"Aren't you gonna take more?"
"No, I'm not your brothers. I know you love Alfred's cooking," I smiled down at him and ruffed his hair. He took a seet beside me and we digged in. "So, you wanna build another fort?"
"Sorry but I have things to do today." He left not leaving any space for futher discusion.
Strange...
Alfred then walked into the diningroom. I imediatly took the oppertunity to throw a casual question in his direction.
"So...Alfred, you don't perhaps know if Bruce is very busy at the moment?" I took a bite of my bacon to look more inocent.
Taking the dirty plates, he said," I am afraid Master Bruce doesn't want to be bothered. He has a lot of work to do in his study."
"Oh..."I couldn't help the drop in my tone. Pushing my plate away I got up and made to leave but Alfred's vioce stopped me.
"Don't worry, Miss Gordon, believe me when I say that he would much rather spend time with you than doing paperwork." He left before O could utter a word.
What did Alfred mean? Does Bruce like my company or is it just better than his stupid paper work. Was last night nothing to him?
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Make It Wayne
Fanfic"Welcome back to the Wayne Mannor,Miss Gordon..." *** His jaw clenched and I could feel his muscle tence where I hooked in with him. This was a strange reaction coming from him. Was it jelousy. Impossible. "Excuse us..."he...
