Gotham's Finest (camren)

four - present day

present day...

Lauren groaned as she felt herself awaken from the heavy slumber that had taken over. Her raven locks were covering her face, blocking her view as she opened her piercing green eyes.

As she attempted to move, she almost instantly felt a sharp pain spike from the bottom of her back, travelling upwards like an electric shock until it spread across her shoulders. She gasped at the suddenness and tried to get up from the bed that she was occupying.

Wait.

This was not her bed.

"Lauren." A tired, masculine and oh so familiar voice called out a few inches behind her. She could feel his warm breath on her bare back.

She grimaced, bit her lip, and cursed herself inaudibly.

Not again.

"Heyyy Bruce." She turned her head to look at the muscular figure wrapped in the white sheets behind her, his dark hair messy on his head.

"I actually caught you before you could leave this time." He stretched, wrapping his bulging arm around Lauren's nimble waste. He pulled her backwards so she fell on top of him, her arm now resting on his chest.

She couldn't help but chuckle flirtatiously at his statement and lay her head down on his chest as well. It was just instinct.

"Ohh Brucey," she smiled softly before sighing and lowering her voice into a whisper. "We can't keep doing this." She traced her fingertips over his hot skin, her own breathing pattern matching the patterns that she was creating.

Bruce looked down as Lauren looked up, their eyes locking instantly. He grinned mischievously, "who says we can't?"

His eyes flickered down to her lips as Lauren groaned and sat up once again, in a hurry. She exhaled heavily at this question.

"I say." She answered in monotone as she rose up from the bed, wearing nothing but her underwear.

Bruce scanned over her slim body with his eyes before sitting up himself, an unreadable expression on his features.

"C'mon Laur, we keep coming back to each other." He announced as Lauren picked up her clothes from the floor and began to dress herself, her back still facing Bruce.

"Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

She paused just after buttoning up her ripped jeans.

"It's only cause we're both desperate."

For Bruce, Lauren's words took a minute to sink in. He went completely quiet for a moment.

The woman hesitated slightly before continuing to dress by pulling her loose t-shirt over her head and fixing herself.

"You really mean that?" Bruce asked genuinely, making Lauren turn to meet his patient face again.

"I do." She nodded, "and deep down, you know it's true too." She sighed. Lauren hated showing the fact that she cared.

Bruce shook his head.

The raven haired girl swayed back over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it again as she waited for Bruce to join her and move closer. He did and she couldn't help but bite her lip at how sexy he looked in his underwear.

She raised an eyebrow before deciding to ignore her lust for him.

"We both live dangerous lives Bruce..." Lauren whispered, "and why have little ol' me when you can have any girl you want?"

Bruce sniggered, crossing his strong arms over his chest.

"You're a billionaire. There's thousands of girls after you..." She elaborated.