Outside Our Remit (A The Batman, 2022 Riddler x You Story)

Chapter 3: Plan B

They crashed into everything, the walls in the hallway, the front door, knob digging into his back and making him hiss, the table by the entryway, each other, teeth and tongues and messy, clumsy, unpractised hands trying desperately to explore as much as they could in fear that the other would suddenly realise that this was a mistake and end the pleasure. Though neither of them was intending to stop it. He still felt a surge of panic when she pulled away, his lips following her through the air.

"Eddie, I-"

"I'm so sorry!" he was quick to apologise, instantly ashamed of his actions, how hungrily he had grasped at her, his idiotic hands just excited to finally feel her that he hadn't much been considering whether or not it was continuously reciprocated. He put his hands up, emphasising the distance between his and her body, taking a step back from her and avoiding eye contact.

"No, Eddie, please." She intertwined her fingers with his, both of them standing palm to palm, holding hands but maintaining the gap between their bodies, heat spreading in the space. "I just wanted to make sure you were ok with this. I definitely am, I don't want to give myself too eagerly, but I think we're past being shy and coy...I hope you feel the same?"

Simultaneously, his mouth flooded with saliva and yet instantly went dry. His head was swimming with thoughts, glee, joy, lust, fear. This must be what it's like to die, when everything you've ever known, wanted, comes rushing to you in your last moments to help you pass along peacefully. He stood still though, eyes scrunched as he moved his lips, trying to force a sound out from them. She could be lying, she might feel pressured because he was there in her space. There was no way to tell. She was a puzzle he couldn't solve. God, if only I could crawl inside her brain and find out for certain if she-

"Eddie, I want...this. I want. I want you."

The confirmation triggered something animalistic in his brain and he pulled her hands around him, unclasping their fingers and grabbing the back of her head, hand running through her hair, other hand around the small of her back pressing tight enough against the fabric that he could feel the line of her underwear, the way the skin on her hips spilled over it, the dimples just above her cheeks. He felt drunk, completely intoxicated and unable to focus on any one thing for a significant length of time, and yet he knew he would remember every single moment, every sensation, every smell and every texture.

He moved from her mouth, kissing down his neck. It took her by surprise, and he relished in the heavy breaths and soft moans he was eliciting from her. It surprised him too. He had never really done this, never felt passion like this. At the very least, he expected it would require forethought, a lot of time to practice and prepare. But this, his frantic groping, licking, tasting, biting. This seemed to have been coded into his genetics. Waiting for a trigger to release.

"Oh, Eddie..."

He grunted, the noise coming out before he had time to suppress it. No one had ever said his name like that. No one ever really said his name. And here he was, good enough at whatever he was doing to make a woman, this particular, beautiful woman, sigh his name in absolute ecstasy. His knees buckled slightly, and as he corrected his stance, he thrust his hips closer to her, pushing her towards the wall behind them.

You threw your arms back against the wall above your head, entirely dramatic but he seemed to enjoy the theatrics of your sounds, movements. And in response to your smirk, head tilted to the side and body posed vulnerably in front of him, he held your hands, pinned against the wall, and kissed you, hard. No time for an in breath after the thud against the wall had knocked the wind out of you, you had to let your moans escape into him. You felt a bit silly, trying your hardest to stop your lips from forming the words, dirty talk made you cringe. You weren't hot enough to get away with it. But Eddie pulled it out of you, and unable to stop you pleaded him, begged him to kiss you harder, to touch you. Half expecting him to cringe or pull away, you were painfully grateful when it only seemed to spur him on, his hand running up your thigh and cupping it at the top, fingers digging in.