𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 sound of rain continuously hitting the glass of the greenhouse brought a almost soothing feeling over the two love birds inside of the said place. The two of them were too intoxicated by one another that they completely forgot about the world around them, thunder and heavy rain were not enough to being them out of the trance that they seemed to have one another in. That's love for you.

You chuckled as you watched your lover, Bruce, struggle to set up a easel, you weren't using one and already had everything set up and ready. Bruce was holding the both of you back. "Bruce do you want my hel-" "Got it" He proudly exclaimed, staring at his set up easel. You rolled your eyes and began pulling your shirt off, deciding to not ruin such a pretty thing. Plus, paint is hard to wash out of clothing.

And Alfred does not need to waste his time on such a thing.

After pulling your shirt off and tossing it aside, you looked over at Bruce. But was met with him already staring at you with widened adoration-filled eyes and rosy red cheeks.

"What? Is there something on me?" Bruce quickly shook his head, "No it's not that. I've just never really seen a woman so hand sculpted by god.." he breathy chuckled, turning around to pull off his own shirt. When Bruce was pulling off his shirt, you caught a glimpse of some.. scars. Multiple of them.

They littered his back as if they were a spreading disease, not once have you ever seen someone so covered in scars. But when he turned around? There weren't as many scars but there was still a few. Bruce noticed your concerned gaze and mustered up his best fake smile, "Old battle scars. Fighting against gangs and mafias aren't very pleasing."

You nodded along to his words as you got your little station together, it wasn't much. Just a pillow on the floor with your painting things around it and the easel off to the side, you had decided against using the easel and just went with sitting and painting on the floor. But that was when you had got the perfectly idea. You grabbed the bag of body paints and smirked at Bruce, "Bruce I want to do my painting on you." Bruce furrowed his eyebrows together in confusion but he soon just shrugged. "Do whatever you please, mi esposa."

Mi esposa? Didn't that mean.. o-oh..

"Do you really think of me as that? A-As your wife?.."

Bruce arched a brow at your words, "Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?" Your eyes widened at how straightforward he was, he spoke as if that was something that was to be expected. Which it wasn't. "Never mind.." you mumbled, "Just sit down so I can use you as my canvas already" Bruce did as you said and sat down with his legs crossed over one another, waiting for you to give him further instructions. You grabbed the painting things you needed and sat down in Bruce's lap, "Ummm.. I'll start on the.. chest. Yeah, I'll try to keep it small so you don't look silly. Alright?"

Unintentionally, your fingers lightly grazed over one of his nipples. Earning a surprising moan from the usually dominant male. Your eyes quickly snapped to Bruce's embarrassed face and you couldn't help but chuckle, "Bruce.. you really were made to be a little man slut~." You teased, flicking his nipples twice more. Each time earning a moan.

God this woman is going to be the death of me..

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