Making Headlines ~ Bruce Wayne [PAUSED]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

It has been a few days, almost two and half weeks, since Hale's event. Everything went smoothly for the rest of the night. Your mother didn't seem to want to start anything with you, or mention and make fun of anyone's dresses, anymore. You tried to stay close to your father as much as you could, and that seemed to work.

Business was lighter for these same weeks, and you felt like you could actually breathe after so long. You can now actually have time in your day to have your lunch and leave work at acceptable hours. Most of the time, you felt happy to be able to get out of these same hours simply because you knew you would have company awaiting you at home. The same company that you've been getting more and more used to, and, especially, feeling more dependent on.

Your dependency on Bruce being around you is quite different to explain. It hasn't begun to be a necessity of your day-to-day life. It isn't like he is, cornily, the air to your lungs. But he is a very much needed company. You love having him around, even if it's just to be near him. So, it is not a sexual or even romantic dependency. You just like being near him for as long as you can.

He doesn't come over every day, but after you made it clear to him that he could come over every day if he wanted to, he took that to heart. You eat dinner together, watch TV together, and just the simple silence between the two of you whenever you're doing either, it's comfortable. It has become the comfort you seek after a day at the office.

You lean your head back, feeling the lukewarm water hit your head and face, sliding down your body. Today's a Sunday which means that you can stay home for as long as you want. Long contemplating showers happen to be the best start to days like these.

You face forward once more, thinking about actually nothing while listening to the sound of the water of the shower above you. And, suddenly, pair of lips lay over your shoulder, and you turn your head slightly, not even spooked at what you felt. Bruce's lips lay over yours in a short kiss, and you turn around to face him. His arms circle around you, and you pull him closer, leaning against his body while wrapping your arms around his neck.

He leans down to give you a kiss, and you meet him halfway. His hands explore your skin, squeezing your sides and smoothing across your back. Your fingers cling to his hair, lost in the kiss and in his touch.

Bruce suddenly pulls away from the kiss after you deepened it by making him lean closer to you, and you look into his eyes.

"Why's the water cold?" He asks you with a slight frown.

"It's not cold." You smile at him, "It's more like... lukewarm."

"It's cold." He assures you, making your smile widen in front of his mouth.

Bruce switches the temperatures and grins down at you. You kiss him with a peck, and he looks down at you adoringly. The hot water begins to run down the both of you now, and he pulls you back into the kiss from before.

His touch against your skin roughens naturally. He pulls you closer to him, even when it already feels impossible to do so, and takes control of the kiss once more. He moves slightly, and, before you know it, your back hits the cold tile of the shower wall. You hiss against his lips at the sudden change of temperature, and Bruce begins to kiss your neck.

He holds you against him, holding one of your legs over his hips and gripping onto the skin of your thigh. The sudden change of temperature makes the chills that run down your body begin to become tingles as desire grows inside of you. Bruce's lips come back to yours, and you cup his face as you two kiss.

You moan against his mouth at the feeling of his hand in between your legs. His fingers are sliding through your slit and touching your clit at a slow pace at first, but he eventually speeds up. Bruce swallows your moans as he keeps going.