bruce wayne one shots

The Anniversary Dinner

Set the Scene: You and Bruce are celebrating your 5th year anniversary in a romantic setting; a dinner date. But how long does it last with the two of you distracted by one another?

*warning* Some swear/mature words. Smut/Teasing. Bruce knows what he's doing. (Quite long, stay with me)

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Hand in hand, you and Bruce approached the restaurant's large, glass double doors. Your heels clicked along the concrete, changing to a sharper sound as they met the inside tiles. You felt Bruce's hand move to lay gently on your lower back, guiding you to the hostess's stand. You turned your head to the open room, taking in the aesthetic around you; The chandeliers were hung low and beautifully bright, their crystals light sparkling off the walls and the white clothed tables. There were fresh, pink and red roses placed around every corner, allowing a flowery scent to fill the large room. Classic art pieces lined the walls, ranging from every possible size and color you could think of.

As you felt the both of you coming to a stop, Bruce's low voice came from over your head.

"Reservation for Wayne, please."

His hand moved up and down the expanse of your back, something he did to calm himself down. It's not a surprise that the restaurant was almost packed, it being the most popular and classy place to dine in Gotham. Not to mention, it takes months to get a reservation here. You were surprised when Bruce brought up going out to get dinner for your anniversary, since you knew he would rather cook at home. He insisted it was a special night which called for a special location, no matter what his nerves told him.

You were always the more social one in the relationship, so it took years of coaxing Bruce out of the house to go to events and galas. You made a compromise that you would only go to the most important ones though, like charities and special work occasions. You wanted him to experience some normalcy in his life, he was still a man underneath all the armor after all.

"Ah. Mr. and Mrs. Wayne, right this way." The hostess spoke, turning into the noisy dining room and walking towards the back of the restaurant.

You felt Bruce's hand leave your back and find its way to your waist, pulling you into him as the both of you walked past widening eyes. That was another part of being married to Bruce, the surprise in people's faces when they would see him in public, especially in a place like this. He wasn't one to show himself where it didn't matter, but when it came to something significant enough, he would make it clear where that line stood.

You focused your attention back into the present moment, realizing you were being led to a darker and quieter corner of the restaurant.

Of course.

You should have guessed that Bruce would request the least attention-seeking table in the room. There was practically no one else back here, just a soft sound of an instrument playing from the speaker on the ceiling.

"Here you are. The waiter will be with you shortly. Enjoy." The hostess voiced, smiling with satisfaction before leaving you all alone.

Before you could even cast your glance to the table in front of you, Bruce moved his hands around you, pulling out your chair. He leaned into your neck, whispering his first words of the night.

"For you, sweetheart."

You almost gasped from the closeness and heat from his breath, just his words alone drawing a warmth between your legs. You couldn't even get out a 'thank you' without sounding desperate, relying on your hands to grab onto the table as you took your seat. Bruce helped push in the chair, running his hand along your bare shoulder as he took his place on the other side.